After implementing piece-rate wages, Zhang Caihong and the others' joy in mastering the skills immediately flew away, followed by the heavy pressure of a hundred "Xuan'er".
In the first week of implementing piece-rate wages, Zhang Caihong only exceeded her salary by less than two "Xuan'er" in six days. It was Sunday off. Yang Cuihua and Niu Rongxin worked one shift later than Zhang Caihong and were both catching up on sleep.
Caihong stayed for a while, feeling that it was time to go to her aunt's house, so she got in the car. At the door of her aunt's dormitory, Caihong bought a pound of pork and two pounds of leeks and carried them into the railway dormitory area.
As soon as I entered the building of my aunt's house, I saw my uncle smashing a small oil drum with a hammer, and my aunt stood beside me and watched. It was early winter at this time, and the sun was still not too hot after nine o'clock. The eldest uncle was wearing a dark blue washed cloth work clothes. It seemed that it was stained with oil and twists due to time, and it seemed that it could not be washed out. The aunt was dressed neatly and neatly, wearing light brown velvet pants and a camel sweater on her upper body. There seemed to be something on her chest, which was shining in the cold sunshine.
Seeing Caihong coming, the aunt went up to meet her and asked, "Has Xiao Hongzi been paid yet?" while picking up the things. Caihong shook her head and said, "Not yet, but it will be soon." The eldest uncle also stopped hammering and said, "Why should I buy anything if I don't get paid?" The aunt rolled her eyes at the uncle and said, "It's not good for the child to remember you. You should hurry up and eat Xiaohong's dumplings later."
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