Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Qin Huairu seemed to be thinking about something.

"You mean, a great man sees things differently than I do."

"Yes, in the hands of ordinary people, they may need to read the blueprint first, figure out how to use the pliers, how much force to use, how to disassemble, and so on ...

"Geniuses are only suitable for teaching geniuses. Basics are innate to them and they don't need to practice at all."

"And you don't know any basics. Think about it yourself. Is this master asking you to learn something that you can't understand at all?"

Qin Huairu pondered for a moment and said, "It seems to be true. He told me what to do, but I couldn't do it well no matter what I did."

"That's it. For an ordinary person, it may take one, two, three, four, five steps. But for an old man, it can be done in one go. You are the ordinary person, so he naturally doesn't know how to teach you. He will teach you the way he knows. It's not that he wants to hold you back on purpose. It's that he can't understand your cognition."

"Then...what should I do?" Qin Huairu understood.

"Find another master."

"But……"

"Are you afraid that the old man will blame you?"

"Yeah." Qin Huairu lowered her head: "After all, he is an 8th-level worker and is willing to teach me..."

"Just tell the truth."

"what?"

"Tell the truth." Cao Wei reached out and grabbed Qin Huairu's shoulders.

The woman was startled. She looked up and saw Cao Wei's sincere eyes: "Believe me, I won't blame you."

"Hmm...hmm..." Qin Huairu's heart suddenly beat faster, and she didn't know why, but she agreed.

"Come on." Cao Wei patted her shoulder and turned away.

Qin Huairu stood there in a daze, watching his departing back. Just as she was about to move, she suddenly realized that the sachet was still in her hand.

I'll give it back to him later.

Thinking this, she walked back to the workshop.

Just got back from the workshop.

The old man waved at her and said, "Come here, Comrade Huairu, take a look at this part. Process it according to this drawing. Once it is processed, there should be no problem."

Qin Huairu looked at the document and the drawing in front of her, feeling at a loss as to what to do.

It's like telling you that "1+1=2", and then asking you to prove that the "Goldbach Conjecture" is so outrageous.

"What's wrong? Is there something you don't understand?"

"Uncle, could you be more specific?" Qin Huairu asked cautiously.

"Oh, OK." The old man pointed at the drawing and said, "Do you understand this picture?"

"I don't understand." Qin Huairu shook her head.

"Why don't you understand?" The old man frowned.

Qin Huairu was a little dazed, thinking of what Cao Wei had just said to her. She gritted her teeth, unconsciously tightened the sachet Cao Wei had just given her, and said with a trembling voice: "Uncle, can you... let someone else teach me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the workshop and the people around it fell silent.

The people around looked at Qin Huairu with strange eyes. An eighth-level worker is teaching you, what else do you want? Why don't you go to heaven?

Even the uncle couldn't help but feel unhappy, and his voice couldn't help but rise a few notches: "Can't I teach you well?"

At this time, the workshop director, Director Ji, came over (not yet Guo Dapiezi).

"What's wrong?" This workshop, which is usually noisy, suddenly became quiet, so something must have happened.

"Director, Qin Huairu is dissatisfied with Comrade Yi Zhonghai for not teaching her well, and wants to change him." A busybody immediately reported the matter.

"No... no, that's not what I meant..." Qin Huairu's voice was distorted.

"Alright, alright, let's listen to what Comrade Qin Huairu has to say." Director Ji was the workshop director after all, so it was not an exaggeration to say that he was "highly respected". He took control of the situation in an instant.

Qin Huairu swallowed her saliva. Although she was still a little flustered, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. She repeated what Cao Wei had just taught her, focusing on the fact that "the uncle is a genius" and that she was nothing.

After that, she also gave an example: "Master Yi asked me to work by looking at this drawing, but I don't understand how to read this drawing at all. Maybe in Master Yi's eyes, this drawing can be understood at a glance, but I really don't have that ability."

The old man asked doubtfully, "Isn't this blueprint very clear?"

other people:……

Director Ji was amused. "Master Yi seems to be a real genius. Normal masters teach apprentices by telling them how to start and look at the blueprints. Those with less talent need to be taught by taking it apart. You may think it's too simple. I think so. At that time, I guess your master would just give you a blueprint and let you figure it out on your own."

"That's the truth."

"No wonder, I was wondering why Qin Huairu couldn't learn it. The failure rate is so high. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to learn it either."

"No, I thought she liked to take her time."

"So that's it."

"Then, Zhou Dahai, you come and teach Qin Huairu how to read pictures and how to do it. Let's give it a try and see the effect." Director Ji said to Zhou Dahai.

Zhou Dahai is a well-known honest man in a workshop. He is about the same age as an old man, but his fitter level is only level four. In fact, this is the highest level that most workers can reach in their lifetime.

"Okay, let me do it. Lao Yi, you can't blame me for stealing your apprentice. In my opinion, people like you should teach those geniuses. Ordinary people are not suitable for you." Zhou Dahai walked out happily.

"Hey." Yi Zhonghai smiled bitterly: "If Comrade Qin Huairu hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known about this. It's also my fault. I didn't pay attention to these things. I was only thinking about it."

"Okay, it's not a big deal. If Master Yi doesn't think about it, he probably won't reach level eight. It's better to talk about it. Everyone has their own level. Hard work can make up for lack of talent, but you also have to find the direction. Okay, stop talking and start working."

"Okay, Comrade Qin Huairu, just follow Zhou Dahai and give it a try first. It's also my fault that I almost delayed you."

"No, no, no, uncle, you're too polite. I don't know what our family would be like without you. You are the benefactor of our entire family." Qin Huairu was really afraid that Yi Zhonghai would be angry.

"Okay, okay, let's get to work." The old man gave a gentle smile, which made Qin Huairu feel better.