Siheyuan: The Final Winner

Sure enough, Jiang Ping'an expected.

When Nanyi came, He Yuzhu didn't give him a good face.

"I have a feeling that it is more likely that I will confront him tit for tat in the future." Nan Yi pondered.

Jiang Pingan nodded, and suggested: "You have just arrived at the rolling mill. You are considered a new comrade. Don't confront him head-on."

"We should brake with stillness, overcome rigidity with softness, and ensure that we will not make mistakes first and stand firm first."

"If there is anything wrong, you should report to Director Wang of the cafeteria more often. There are only advantages and no disadvantages in doing so."

"As for your usual performance, don't say too much, the eyes of the masses are sharp, and they are all watching!"

"Then you can sit on the Diaoyutai and wait for the other party to make a mistake. Then, your chance will come..."

Nanyi looked at Jiang Ping'an's meaningful smile, and thought that he deserved to be a cadre at such a young age.

Doing things in an orderly manner is much safer than his rampant temper.

"Thank you for your reminder. I will always keep in mind what you said, and I will see it in action." Nan Yi said softly.

He came from an extraordinary family background and was well-educated. Of course, he is a burden these days.

Seeing that he understood what he meant, Jiang Ping'an ordered him to stop, and said:

"On Saturday afternoon, you arrange your work in advance, and follow me to a leader's house to cook after get off work."

"You just know about it yourself, don't make it public, and keep it secret."

"By the way, where do you live now?"

Nan Yi replied: "Temporarily living in the factory dormitory, the house is still waiting for allocation from the street."

"You can go to director Wang of the street and mention my name. It should be implemented sooner." Jiang Ping'an said.

"Set up the residence earlier, so you can work with peace of mind, can't you?"

Nan Yi said happily: "I have heard people say that your face is very good, so I will not be polite."

"Haha, I only deal with trivial things, and I can't handle too big things." Jiang Pingan said with a smile.

...

come back to the office.

It took Jiang Ping'an more than an hour to finish the work.

Thinking that Yi Zhonghai invited him to dinner today, he left work early.

Riding back to the courtyard, as soon as he reached the door, he ran into Mrs. Jia Zhang.

I saw her sweating profusely, panting, and carrying a big cloth bag.

"Hey, Mrs. Jia, are you buying rags from a department store again?"

Jiang Ping'an stopped his bicycle and asked with a smile.

Department stores occasionally sell scraps of fabric, ranging from one foot to two feet to three feet.

Release large towels, small towels, and handkerchiefs for clearance, with no or reduced cloth tickets.

Whenever there is such an event, everyone will line up to buy it.

Scraps can be made into shoes, or put together to make underwear.

Large towels can be put together into a "towel quilt", which is considered a very "luxury" enjoyment.

The handkerchief can be used as a sleeveless T-shirt with one piece on the front and one piece on the back.

It looks like there are two small picture boards hanging on the front and back, which is weird.

Sometimes wool, sneakers and other products are also launched, which is very rare.

When the women meet, they can chatter happily for days.

Jia Zhang likes to make cloth shoes and doesn't care about other things.

But for the rags sold in various stores, he is more attentive than anyone else.

Hearing Jiang Ping'an's question, she stepped forward with a cloth bag, wiped off her sweat, and said in a bad mood:

"Our family is poor, and we can't compare with yours. We can only pick up some rags and make up together."

Jiang Ping'an asked curiously, "How many shoes have you made this year?"

"Not many pairs. I'm getting old and my hands and feet are slow. You don't want to buy them for nothing again, do you?" Jia Zhang said vigilantly.

Jiang Pingan laughed loudly, stretched out his shiny big-toed leather shoes, nodded and said:

"Look, as long as I'm not on a business trip, I'll wear these things. They're solid and durable, aren't they better than cloth shoes?"

Jia Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes and said, "What are you showing off? Aren't they all shoes?"

"That's right! They're all shoes." Jiang Ping'an laughed.

After a pause, he asked puzzledly: "By the way, you have made a lot of shoes in these years, right? Why haven't you seen you sell them?"

"Isn't your family in trouble? If you sell ten or eight pairs of shoes every month, wouldn't life be easier?"

Jia Zhang pursed her lips and said, "It's easy to say, do I have so much cloth to make shoes?"

"How many pairs do you usually make, and the family doesn't wear them anymore? Especially Dongxu and Banggen, which consume a lot of shoes."

"One more thing, food is expensive these years, even if I exchange cloth shoes for money, it's useless if I don't have food stamps?"

Then, she looked at the sky, waved her hand and said:

"Tch, why am I telling you this? People are dizzy in this hot weather."

Jiang Pingan came to the courtyard with his bicycle, turned his head and said to Jia Zhang:

"I'll give you an idea. You can give the cloth shoes to Jia Dongxu and ask him to take them to the factory and exchange them for food."

"Really, the rolling mill is a factory with 10,000 people, and there are always workers who lack shoes."

"Also, as you said just now, food is expensive these days, so the price of shoes should not be too high."

Jia Zhang was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Is this considered speculative?"

"Hehe, haven't you always been very courageous? Are you afraid?" Jiang Ping'an laughed.

"Don't worry, how many pairs of shoes can you exchange with others every month? No one will say anything."

Seeing that he was so sure, Jia Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and smiled and said:

"Okay, this is a way. I'll ask Dongxu to bring a few pairs of shoes to try tomorrow."

"If it's as convenient as you said, I'll send you a pair of shoes to thank you then!"

Jiang Ping'an was surprised: "Hey, when did you become so generous?"

"I'm always generous, didn't you ask me for a few pairs of shoes for nothing last year?" Jia Zhang said angrily.

"Don't talk so much, do you want it? If you don't want it, I'll let Dongxu exchange it for food!"

Jiang Pingan nodded and smiled, "Why don't you? I want as many free shoes as I have!"

"Cut, just one pair, I don't want more!" Jia Zhang rolled her eyes, turned and left.

Jiang Pingan smiled, looked at her back, and thought to himself:

"This dead old woman, I can't let you idle, or you will cause trouble every day!"

Don't look at the neighbors in the yard, who seem to be harmonious, but in fact there are many conflicts.

Now, the few dancers in the yard who are very good at dancing have to do a lot of duty after being dealt with openly and secretly.

Coupled with the lack of food, Zhong Qin's heart and energy are not so full.

After a year or two, the situation of expensive and scarce supplies has eased a bit.

Whether it's whole grains or miscellaneous grains, if you can fill your stomach, everyone will be full of energy.

Since becoming a cadre, Jiang Ping'an has also consciously shown favor and power in the courtyard to build up his prestige.

At least to ensure that after Qin Jingru gets married next year, no one will dare to make trouble for her family.

Back home, Jiang Ping'an poured water to wash his face, planning to go to Yi Zhonghai's house sometime.

Step out and come to the courtyard, and see five or six women each carrying a few bamboo cages.

"Three mothers, you are..." Jiang Pingan asked in confusion.

The third mother put the two bamboo cages at the door of her house, and replied with a smile:

"Chicken raisers, let's prepare the cage first..."

PS: Calvin, there are three more chapters, more later, don't rush.