Is Liu Dong a human tractor?

The rice had just been cooked when Chen Xueru woke up and came out wearing her clothes.

"Dinner's ready!"

The three of them sat down around the table, enjoying a warm and comforting meal.

After dinner, the mother-in-law took the opportunity to say a few words: "Liu Dong, things are different now than before. Everything depends on ration coupons. It's only reassuring to live frugally."

Liu Dong smiled and replied, "I understand, Mom. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. The food we're eating isn't freshly bought; it's from stockpiling. There's still some left, so it's fine."

After saying that, he picked up his clothes and said, "I'm going to work. Xue Ru, please be careful when you go to Dashilan later."

"Okay!" Chen Xueru packed up quickly. "I'm in good health, I'm not afraid of the cold or falling, I'll be able to ride the tricycle steadily in a bit."

Liu Dongxin believed this, and he truly believed it.

After all, his wife was incredibly strong, with near-maximum physical fitness and an even more incredible tenacity, exceeding 300 points. She was impervious to knives and bullets—even if the car overturned, she could get up, dust herself off, and keep going.

After finishing eating, I went out.

A bicycle overturned on the road with a loud crash, and the rider landed directly in a snowdrift.

"Damn it!" He Yuzhu cursed, rubbing his butt. "This lousy road, covered in ice and snow, is impossible to navigate!"

"Then why don't you just not ride and walk?"

He heard a voice behind him, turned around, and saw Liu Dong.

He grinned immediately: "Brother, you're going to work too?"

"Okay." Liu Dong nodded. "Let's push it; it'll be safer."

"Okay!" Without saying a word, He Yuzhu obediently lifted the car up and slowly pushed it forward.

Feeding

The next second, with a "whoosh," a shadow flew past, leaving not even a skid mark on the snow, only a tire track.

"Holy crap!!" He Yuzhu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "That speed... Is Liu Dong a human tractor? That's incredible!"

The snow is still falling, but the factory is operating as usual.

The workers were working with great enthusiasm, hammering iron while chatting about the newly introduced grain and vegetable ration coupon system, shaking their heads and sighing.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

A group of people rushed into the cafeteria, ready to eat.

"What?!"

"You need ration coupons to buy steamed buns?"

"Do we need meal tickets for vegetarian dishes too?"

"Are you even being reasonable?!"

The group became anxious and started shouting. But shouting was useless; without tickets, they wouldn't get food.

Most people never expected the enforcement to be so strict on the first day. They hadn't brought any tickets with them, so they had no choice but to head home dejectedly.

Liu Dong strolled leisurely to the window.

"Two steamed buns and a serving of vegetables."

He took out a dollar and a grain coupon worth one tael.

"Brother, I'm impressed!" He Yuzhu leaned over, giving a thumbs up. "Everyone else forgot to bring it, but you remembered. Your brain is really sharp!"

Liu Dong asked with a smile, "Did you bring any? If not, I can lend you some."

"No need!" He Yuzhu patted his pocket. "My director just lent me one; it was a lifesaver!"

"Okay." Liu Dong took the lunchbox.

He Yuzhu scooped up a spoonful, and a huge clump of greens covered the entire box.

"Zhu Zi, I have to criticize you," Liu Dong said, holding his lunchbox. "You have to be fair and not give special treatment. Even though we're close, you can't give us too much, or others will feel resentful, right? Just give us the normal amount."

"Got it, bro!" He Yuzhu chuckled. "Next time, I'll definitely do it the standard!"

Liu Dong carried his food and found a seat.

As soon as I sat down, a bunch of people suddenly surrounded me from behind.

"Liu Dong, could you lend me a grain coupon? I need it urgently!"

"I'll take one too, just to put it in front of me!"

"I'll return it to you as soon as I get home!"

Yi Zhonghai, Xu Damao, Liu Haizhong, and Jia Dongxu crowded around, their eyes pleading.

Liu Dong spread his hands innocently: "Sorry, I only brought one tael, and I just spent it all. I really don't have any more."

Several people didn't believe it.

Jia Dongxu immediately exploded: "Impossible! You're definitely refusing to lend it on purpose, just to watch the show, right?"

The next second, Liu Dong ripped open his shirt with all four pockets, turning it inside out completely: "Look, is it there? Really?"

"Well……"

Jia Dongxu was speechless on the spot, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but he couldn't squeeze out the rest of the sentence.

"Master, what should we do?" His throat tightened, and his palms were sweating profusely. "How about... we borrow some food coupons?"

Yi Zhonghai squinted and scanned the cafeteria—it was packed with people, but everyone's pockets were so empty they could make a drumbeat.

borrow?

Can I borrow a hammer?

Of the ten people in the room, nine had already used up their tickets; the last one with a ticket was surrounded as soon as he showed his face, and was taken away in less than three seconds.

"Go back and get it!" Yi Zhonghai slapped his thigh. "No eating today unless I go home!"

"No, Master!" Jia Dongxu stamped his feet anxiously. "The steel rolling mill is an hour away from home, a two-hour round trip—and our lunch break is exactly two hours!"

you do not say!

I finish get off work at 12 o'clock and start work again at 2 o'clock sharp.

"Then let's hurry up!" Yi Zhonghai patted his chest.

"Why don't you go outside and try it first?" Liu Dong tilted his head and gestured with his lips towards the outside.

Yi Zhonghai turned his head and looked—

Well, snowflakes are falling down, the ground is a white, slippery mess, and the snow is so thick it can bury your ankles.

run?

Run away my foot!

Two hours?

Forget about eating, they can't even crawl back.

Skipping a meal isn't a big deal; I can just hold my stomach and tough it out. But if I'm late—

The factory doesn't care if you're hungry or not when it comes to attendance; deductions, public notices, and disciplinary actions will all happen!

"I'm out of ideas!" Yi Zhonghai shrugged. "Just bear with it! It'll only be an afternoon, it'll be over in the blink of an eye!"

"Gurgle—gurgle gurgle..."

Jia Dongxu's stomach immediately responded, growling loudly and plaintively.

He worked swinging a sledgehammer and moving iron ingots. He was so hungry by ten in the morning that his stomach was practically sticking to his back. He was just hoping for lunch to keep him going!

The results of it?

The food was gone, the tickets were gone, and they didn't even get a sip of soup.

We have to keep working in the afternoon, working while hungry, and working while hungry.

You should know that the factory doesn't care what level of worker you are—

An eighth-grade fitter is required to perform the same amount of work as an eighth-grade fitter; a sixth-grade fitter must complete the quota for a sixth-grade fitter.

Jia Dongxu, who had just been promoted to a third-level fitter under Yi Zhonghai, was still working so hard that he couldn't breathe.

How am I going to get through this half-day?

"belch--!"

Suddenly, a loud burp rang out, like a thunderclap.

Liu Dong slowly got up from the bench, patted his trouser seams, and said with a satisfied look, "Zhu Zi is such a good kid. He got me almost half a bowl of vegetables, and I'm so full I can barely walk!"

Whoosh!

He picked up the bowl of leftover food, tilted his hand, and poured all the soup and liquid into the swill bucket.

"Hey, wait a minute—!" Jia Dongxu had just reached out when all that was left in the bucket was vegetable leaves swirling around.

"Mmm...so comfortable!" Liu Dong patted his round belly and deliberately swayed around in front of the group twice before stepping out the door.

Jia Dongxu was so angry he gritted his teeth: We're starving, and you're acting like you're just bored and have nothing better to do?

"Let's go!" Yi Zhonghai sighed. "I'll lie down in the workshop for a while, and I won't be hungry if I fall asleep!"

Liu Dong turned and went back to his office.

He casually pulled a white steamed bun from his pocket and threw it on Xu Damao's table with a "thud".

"This..." Xu Damao's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Brother Liu Dong! This... what is this?"

"Here you go!" Liu Dong grinned broadly. "I just bought two, I ate one, and this is the rest—I was thinking of you, so I brought it over!"

"Waaah..." Xu Damao's nose tingled, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Brother! You're the one who cares for me the most! You're so loyal!"

"Absolutely!" Liu Dong chuckled. "Da Mao, eat slowly, don't choke. There's some cool boiled water here to drink with it!"