People rely on the aid money to live in the courtyard

Chapter 95 Mission Rewards
They were all in the backyard, and Yi Chuanzong came to his door within a few steps.

click!
I stretched out my hand to touch the pull wire and tugged it, and the dark room suddenly became brighter.Even though the light is a bit dim, it is also the only electrical appliance in the room, which is very precious in a world shrouded in darkness.

The room is very simple, and it looks a bit deserted, especially when there is only one person.

Six meters long and four meters wide, a total of more than 20 square meters, the large white putty on the surface of the wall is slightly yellowish.

The innermost on the left is a wooden frame bed covered with navy blue gingham sheets.The head of the bed is a relatively neatly folded quilt, and there is a soft barley skin pillow on it.

There is a simple desk on the right hand side of the door, and a high bench in front of it. After dinner at six o'clock, it's nothing. Yi Chuanzong often sits here.

Gently snapping off one end of the socket, and then pushing the socket to the far left, Yi Chuanzong pulled out the high stool and sat down.

It is inevitable that there is nostalgia for the days without mobile phones. He usually plans the future and looks forward to a better life in the future, such as patting his mother-in-law to exchange feelings, even if it is just a simple hug and chat about homework.

He took the yellow leather book next to him, opened the pages full of writing, and came to a slightly yellow page. Yi Chuanzong picked up the pencil on the table and wrote on it: 10.3 bone, milk +5
The line above reads: 9.30 sound, baby +10
This page belongs to Qin Huairu, and Yi Chuanzong simply recorded a large amount of data. It was originally for the purpose of counting the rules of the system's critical strikes, but through today's experiment, he found that it seems that there is no need to record.

He has vaguely determined the true meaning of critical strikes. This kind of behavior that can generate a certain amount of feedback can obtain a certain amount of critical strikes, and according to the size or intensity of the feedback, the multiplier of critical strikes is determined.

"You are really suitable for brushing skills!"

The pencil was twirling in Yi Chuanzong's fingers, and his eyes were a little erratic looking at the shadow of the pen on the paper. Qin Huairu smiled at him today, and the smile was very charming, but he was not happy.

His appearance at that time was obviously very obscene, and his eyes were full of aggressiveness. Such an offensive behavior was not reprimanded and driven away, but a gesture of refusal and welcome.

Qin Huairu compromised, maybe for the future life, or for the three children in the family.

No matter what, she already has a shadow in the play.

This is not what Yi Chuanzong wants to see. If Qin Huairu scolded him today, he would be much happier instead.

For a moment, a figure appeared in front of Yi Chuanzong's eyes. The face was not beautiful, but his personality was much more stubborn, and his eyes were more sincere.

Yi Chuanzong quickly shook his head, throwing away the shadow of the widow in front of him, he dared not think about it with a guilty conscience.

"I can't live my life anymore. How can there be so many interesting souls? Qin Huairu should be a tool person honestly!"

"However, a tool man can only be my tool man, otherwise it will be awkward! Still need to be trained!"

"go to bed!"

After washing up, it was only after eight o'clock in the evening, Yi Chuanzong turned off the light and lay down on the bed, went to bed early, and had everything in his dream.

Long nights, long nights.

the next day.

Another day of normal work and ironing.

There are relatively few machines in Workshop No. [-], a total of two lathes, one grinding machine and one milling machine.

At this time, Yi Chuanzong was concentrating on the high-speed rotating workpiece, and turned the handle with one hand to control the feed rate of the turning tool.

Jin Yong, who was next to him, finished processing a workpiece and put it in the box of the machine, then turned his head and looked into the opposite box. There were obviously more workpieces in that box than his own.

"Chuanzong, I didn't expect you to be quite proficient in operating his lathe."

Yi Chuanzong just nodded slightly. The current lathe does not have automatic tool feed, which requires the operator to control the feed rate. This is a delicate job that cannot be sloppy.

Jin Yong didn't care about it either, and adjusted the chuck a little bigger, and stuffed in an unprocessed workpiece again.

"Chuanzong, someone is looking for you outside." A shout came from a distance.

Jin Yong looked up, then turned around and shouted, "I see, I'll tell him when he makes this piece soon!"

"It's at the gate of the factory!"

This time Jin Yong didn't reply, but raised his arm to signal that he knew.

As time passed by, Yi Chuanzong was still turning the handle at a constant speed, counting the number of circles in his heart, and calculating the distance of the knife.

"Ding, the system randomly selects, this time is a double critical strike, according to your current behavior of manipulating the lathe, the fitter skill level +2."

The system prompt was ignored by Yi Chuanzong. It was not until 2 minutes later that he moved the tool holder back, stopped the chuck from rotating, and turned off the circuit of the lathe.

"Chuanzong, someone is looking for you at the gate of the factory!" Jin Yong said aloud after noticing the movement here.

"Oh, thanks, I'll check it out now."

Yi Chuanzong waited until the chuck stopped rotating, took off the workpiece on it, shut down the entire lathe, and then walked outside.

Thousands of operations, safety first.

Although the No. 2 workshop is not far from the gate, it is not too close either. After all, it is a large factory with [-] people. He trotted all the way for a mile before he came to the gate of the factory.

Just looking at the people waiting outside, Yi Chuanzong was a little surprised. This is a young man with three to seven points. His face is relatively round, his complexion is slightly fairer, and he is dressed in neat youth attire. Not impressed.

"you are?"

The neatly dressed young man looked him up and down, and said, "My name is Qiao Lilong, and I'm here to deliver things for Zong Lie. You should be Yi Chuanzong, right?"

Even though he asked this question, he was certain in his heart that the person in front of him was stronger than he had imagined.

"Zong Lie?"

Yi Chuanzong was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "You are from the army? My prey was given to me that day, so what else are you giving now?"

Qiao Lilong smiled awkwardly, "I'm not a soldier, I'm a clerk of the Dongcheng Cultural Bureau. The leader asked me to come over and give you something, saying that Zong Lie applied for the reward for you in the last mission. Because the secret of the mission is inconvenient to disclose, That’s why I’ll pass it on to you privately.”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of receipts from the inner lining of his youth clothes and handed them over.

Yi Chuanzong took a look and saw that there was a brand new one-jin food stamp on it, and such a thick stack must weigh a hundred and ten catties.

He just casually said that there was not enough food during the chat, and ended up sending him food stamps?Another sudden love!

Knowing the source, Yi Chuanzong reached out to take it with confidence, and then asked: "How is he now? Has he recovered from his injury?"

Qiao Lilong said uncertainly: "This... I don't know about this, but it is said in the unit that the leader's nephew is in the third hospital."

Yi Chuanzong immediately frowned, the third hospital?

There must be a health center directly under the army, how can it be possible to go outside for treatment?Could it be that something happened?
But judging from Qiao Lilong's appearance, he probably didn't know either, Yi Chuanzong nodded and said, "Thank you, comrade, I will go and see him when I have time."

"You're welcome, I just came out to work and picked up some things by the way. Now that the things have been handed over to you, I have to send other documents."

"Okay, bye."

　The ten chapters are finished, and today is gone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)