The third uncle, Yan Bugui, and his family were having dinner at home. Suddenly, they smelled an alluring aroma, and everyone's mouths stopped.
"What does it smell like? It smells so good." Yan Jiecheng, the eldest son of the Yanbu Gui family, looked out the window eagerly.
"I think I've smelled this before?" Yan Bugui twitched his nose, seeming to remember something.
"I remembered, this is the smell of braised pork. Silly Zhu's father made it once before he left the compound. The smell can be smelled by everyone in the compound."
The third aunt put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked in confusion: "Then Silly Zhu has been making braised pork a lot in the past, why is it so delicious today?"
Yan Bugui looked at the steamed buns in his hand, then smelled the aroma of braised pork, and suddenly felt that the steamed buns no longer smelled good.
"It seems that Shazhu inherited 10% of his father's cooking skills."
Yan Jiecheng swallowed. He couldn't eat the stick noodle porridge and steamed buns in front of him.
"Today when I returned to the hospital, I heard that Wang Gang had passed the driver's license level 5 test and went to see Sha Zhu for a drink. This pork must have been provided by Wang Gang." Yan Jiecheng put down the steamed bun and said.
"Wang Gang is a bastard who spends money lavishly. He has to clean up the meat every now and then. A month's salary is not even enough for him to make." said the third aunt.
Yan Jiecheng asked in confusion: "Dad, does the driver of the steel rolling mill make so much money? He can eat meat every now and then, so where does he get the meat tickets?"
Yan Bugui said hey: "You didn't know this! Wang Gang works as a driver in a steel rolling mill, and his monthly salary is 27 yuan. It doesn't seem like much, but he has a lot of subsidies!"
"Haven't you heard a sentence? The steering wheel turns even if the county magistrate doesn't change it. The driver's income is huge!" Yan Bugui's daughter Yan Jiedi said.
"That's right, drivers are subsidized when they go out of the city. They get 50 cents a day in the city and 1 yuan a day out of the city. Not to mention that the driver can take some people and things with him every time he goes out of the city." Yan Bugui sighed:
"Who doesn't have relatives from the countryside? Life is hard these days, and it's even harder in the countryside. If the driver can carry things from the city to the countryside, the workers in the steel rolling mill are watching, and they will give the driver a little hard work every time."
Yan Jiecheng's eyes lit up and he said, "So, Wang Gang's monthly income must not be fifty or sixty?"
"Not only that, he can also bring back things from the countryside when he returns to the city, which is another source of income." Yan Bugui said.
"I've calculated it for him. The salary is 27, and the monthly subsidy is at least 20. Plus extra money and so on, he can earn at least this amount every month." Yan Bugui held out a finger.
Yan Jiecheng's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "More than a hundred, isn't it more than the eighth-level fitter of the first master?"
Yan Bugui said hehely: "Now that Xiao Wang has passed the fifth-level deputy exam, his salary will be raised to 43.5. In the future, there will be more opportunities to go out of the city, and there will be more subsidies."
Yan Jiecheng's daughter-in-law Yu Li suddenly realized: "Why does my sister Yu Haitang stare at Wang Gang every day? It turns out that his income is so high!"
Yan Bugui said with a smile: "Your sister is so good!"
Yu Li rolled her eyes and asked Yan Bugui: "Dad, since the driver's profession is so profitable, why don't you think of a way to send Jie Cheng to learn to drive?"
Hearing this, Yan Bugui choked and coughed twice.
"You are so arrogant, do you think anyone can learn to drive?"
Yu Li asked puzzledly: "Is it that difficult? Wang Gang doesn't have much education either. He just graduated from middle school. Doesn't that mean he has already completed his studies?"
Yan Bugui sighed: "That's because he has a good father, and he used his connections to send his son to the army to learn driving. Otherwise, would Wang Gang be where he is today?"
Yu Li said eagerly: "Dad, do you have any connections to help Jie Cheng learn to drive?"
Yan Bugui was choked and didn't speak for a long time, and Yu Li didn't even think about it. If he had such ability, why would he stay in school and teach when he was already learning to drive?
The third aunt looked at her son and daughter-in-law, and then glanced at her daughter Yan Jiedi.
"Lao Yan, what do you think about letting Jie Di and Wang Gang live together?" the third aunt asked her husband.
Yan Jiedi's little ears perked up when she heard this.
"Alas! Do you think I haven't thought about it?" Yan Bugui sighed: "I have tried to talk to Wang Gang before, but he rejected me."
The third aunt said angrily: "What's wrong with that bastard Wang Gang? He doesn't look down on my daughter anymore?"
Yan Bugui sighed and said: "You also said that he is a fool. If he really marries his daughter, he will suffer a fate."
Yu Li whispered: "No matter how hard you suffer, you can still eat meat!"
Yan Bugui was very angry when he heard what his daughter-in-law said.
"I tell you, you have to live your life calculatedly. If you don't have enough to eat, you don't have enough clothes. If you don't know how to calculate, you will suffer poverty.
Wang Gang has a high income, but he spends money lavishly every day and spends all his money every month. Sooner or later he will suffer."
Yu Li was dissatisfied, but Yan Jiecheng kicked his wife under the table to stop her talking.
The third uncle's family couldn't eat because of the smell of braised pork, and so did other families.
The second uncle Liu Haizhong's family is also having a meal, but the food is much better than that at the third uncle's house. There is at least a plate of fried peanuts on the table.
The family was sitting at the dining table, smelling the smell of braised pork, and swallowing their saliva.
"Dad, I really can't stand the smell. Why don't you go ask Wang Gang for two pieces of meat?" Liu Guangfu looked at his father Liu Haizhong pitifully and said.
"It's so troublesome to eat your food." Liu Haizhong put down his chopsticks with a clatter and said angrily:
"The second uncle in my dignified courtyard, a seventh-level fitter in the steel rolling mill, can I beg for meat with Wang Gang?"
The second aunt also agreed: "Listen to your father and eat well. When we celebrate the holiday next month, our family will also make braised pork."
Liu Guangfu shrank his neck and said: "Our family makes braised pork, but I can't eat it, so it won't go into my father's stomach."
In this second uncle's family, Liu Haizhong is the absolute head of the family. He is the first to get any good things, so he is full of fat, but his wife and children are all yellow-faced and muscular.
"What did you say!" Liu Haizhong heard his son's muttering and immediately raised his hand to hit him.
Snapped!
Liu Haizhong raised his hand and slapped his son. Still not satisfied, he went around the table and beat his son, beating Liu Guangfu everywhere.
"Dad, I never dare again, never again!"
The rest of the Liu family hunched their necks and hid away without anyone to persuade them, for fear of being beaten by Liu Haizhong.
The second uncle and the third uncle both lived in the front yard and both smelled the smell of braised pork. The Jia family, who lived in the backyard, smelled it even more strongly.
"Mom, I want to eat meat." Qin Huairu's daughter Xiao Huaihua cried to her mother holding a bowl.
The son's stomach was also growling, and he begged his mother: "Mom, I'm hungry!"
When Mrs. Jia Zhang heard her grandson cry out that he was hungry, he felt very distressed and said to Qin Huairu, "Go and ask Sha Zhu for a bowl of meat for my grandson to eat."
Qin Huairu was confused: "Mom, I already asked Shazhu for food yesterday, so I can't go back today."
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you go and ask for it, that silly pillar will never give it to you. It will make my eldest grandson hungry." Mrs. Jia Zhang complained to Qin Huairu as she hugged her grandson, who had a pale and rosy face.
Qin Huairu was in a dilemma. She knew that although Shazhu cooked the meat today, Wang Gang had bought the meat!
Wang Gang refused to borrow money this morning and went to beg for meat in the evening. How could she do this?