dognovel Chapter 51 Temporary Worker Quotas!
Chapter 51 Temporary Worker Quotas!
Zhang Chengfei, without mincing words, asked: "Are there any age or educational requirements for temporary workers?"
Director Niu shook his head: "Skilled workers do the technical work, while temporary workers are mainly responsible for miscellaneous tasks and packaging. There are no restrictions on them."
He added, "However, if you want to get a permanent position in the future, it's best to keep your age under 28."
Zhang Chengfei then asked, "What about household registration? Is there a requirement that you must have an urban household registration?"
"There is no regulation on that. Even if you are from a rural area, as long as you meet the age requirement and do not make any major mistakes at work, you can get a permanent position after three years and then transfer to an urban household registration."
"I see." Zhang Chengfei said thoughtfully.
After all, he still had the mini-tiller project to work on, so Zhang Chengfei left after only a short time in the new workshop.
Before leaving, he talked to Lao Niu and Lao Pang. They said that there was nothing to do in the workshop before the official start of construction, and with them there, Zhang, the technician, didn't need to worry.
Back in the technical department, it was still drawing. There was a short meeting near the end of the workday.
The team summarized their work over the past period and identified the parts that had been finalized. Those that could be produced independently were to be produced in-house; for those that couldn't, Lao Tai reported to the factory, which would then arrange for parts to be sourced from other suppliers or custom-made.
"Everyone should rest well tomorrow, it's the weekend. If all goes well, we can start formal research on our mini-tiller around next Wednesday," Old Ma said, but his eyes were full of worry.
He previously prevented Lao Tian from participating, using the excuse that Lao Tian was good at using his hands but not his brain.
The forces behind it haven't been identified yet. Once the micro-tiller enters formal research, it would be unreasonable to exclude Lao Tian from the process.
It was 6:30 p.m. in the courtyard.
When Jia Zhangshi returned from the toilet, she plopped down on a small stool by the door, rolled her eyes, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Alas! How perilous and high! The road to Shu is harder than ascending to heaven!"
The character "天" (tian) cracked slightly, carrying a sharp and piercing tone.
The people busy in the courtyard remained unmoved; upon closer inspection, it was discovered that everyone had paper balls or cotton stuffed in their ears.
She can't do without stuffing things in; ever since this old hag started learning, she's been memorizing texts from before dawn until midnight every day.
During the day, apart from eating, drinking, and using the toilet, there is no time to rest.
She's reciting her lessons, but instead of reading quietly, she shouts them out. She even claims someone taught her, and the louder she shouts, the faster she can recite.
At first, people couldn't stand it and tried to resist. But this old hag actually went to the neighborhood committee and the street office to complain, saying that everyone was preventing her from making progress.
People from the neighborhood committee came to find out what was going on, and everyone told them about the trouble Zhang Erya had caused them.
But Zhang Erya insisted that everyone looked down on her: "If I were taking the college entrance exam now, and I were memorizing like this, would you still complain about the noise?"
Liu Hai said no: "If you get into university, you become a government official, and everyone will definitely support you."
Zhang Erya seized on the loophole: "So college students can memorize it, but I can't? So you mean that those who can't get into college don't deserve to study and read?"
"You idiot Liu Haizhong, how dare you say that? Where do you put the country's anti-blindness campaign?"
Liu Haizhong was immediately speechless, but Zhang Erya continued to press on, saying, "Don't you know how hard it is to study?"
"It's just that I haven't been able to become literate after all these years, and it's so frustrating! I really want to improve! After Zhou talked to me last time, I vowed not to hold everyone back anymore. I must become literate, I must improve!"
No matter how tough or tiring it gets, I'll just consider myself a fool; no matter how difficult or dangerous it is, I'll just consider myself thick-skinned. No matter what you think, I'm determined to shed the label of "illiterate"!
By the end, Zhang Erya had straightened her back and raised her head, displaying an attitude of embracing difficulties whether they existed or not!
The intern liaison officer sent by the neighborhood committee had just started working and was full of enthusiasm. Upon hearing this, he immediately became excited and not only did not criticize Zhang Erya, but also said that Aunt Zhang was right!
He also specifically instructed the old men in charge of the courtyard not to act like in the old society. Now it is a new era and a new country. We must unite, be loving, and help those who are lagging behind.
With the protection given to her by the neighborhood committee member, Zhang Erya became even more diligent, sleeping later than a dog and getting up earlier than a rooster every day.
Zhang Chengfei, being young and a good sleeper, wasn't affected much. It was just a pity for the older folks in the courtyard; they couldn't sleep well and were listless and lethargic during the day.
As Zhang Erya continued reciting aloud, when she came to the line, "When will you return from your journey to the west? The perilous path is too steep to climb," she suddenly saw several familiar faces appear at the moon gate.
A farmer who looked to be over fifty, a woman of about the same age, and a young man in his thirties, in the prime of his life.
She immediately swallowed the word "climb" back down, stood up, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Seventh Grandpa, Seventh Grandma, Second Uncle, what brings you here?"
Yan Bugui, who was standing next to the three, laughed and said, "They really are Dafei's relatives. I saw the three of them standing at the door just now, so I asked them a few questions."
They said they were looking for Dafei, but I said Dafei wasn't home, though Erya was, so I led them to the central courtyard.
Faced with elders she hadn't seen in a long time, Er Ya felt awkward and took the initiative to invite them into the house.
Zhang Chengfei's parents didn't say anything, but his second brother, Zhang Chenggong, sneered, "I think we don't need to come in. Er Ya, you're from the city, and we're just country bumpkins. Don't make a mess of your house."
Zhang Erya's face turned pale and then flushed. She knew that her relatives in the countryside had a problem with her.
The reason, of course, is that after she married into the city, she looked down on them. She still does now and doesn't want to associate with these people.
But the people in front of her were her third uncle's biological parents and second brother. Now that she had benefited a lot from her third uncle, she naturally had to change her attitude towards these people.
Er Ya is not stupid; in fact, she is well-versed in the survival strategies of people at the bottom of society.
After realizing that she had to please her third uncle's family, she put on an even more ingratiating smile and said, "Second Uncle, don't say that. We are all family. Even if we break bones, we are still connected by tendons. How could I look down on you?"
As she spoke, she took the arm of Zhang Chengfei's mother, who was also her seventh grandmother, and affectionately pulled her towards her home.
Unable to break free, Zhang's mother could only let her pull her away. Zhang Erya gave him a look, and Banggeng immediately understood, stepping forward to hug Zhang's father's leg: "Grandpa, Grandpa, it's me, Banggeng, I missed you so much."
When Banggeng was born, Zhang's father had seen him in Lijiazhuang. Although he had a bit of a disagreement with Erya at the time, now, looking at the child who was once an infant and had grown into a young man, Zhang's father still couldn't help but lovingly pat his head.
Seizing the opportunity, Banggeng immediately smiled ingratiatingly, "Grandpa, come in quickly, I'll have my mother make you some tea!"
Zhang's father hesitated for a moment, then was pulled closer to the door by Bang Geng.
Seeing that his parents had been tricked into the house by Zhang Erya, Zhang Chenggong couldn't help but spit on the ground.