Siheyuan: God-level system, cutting Hu Ranqiu leaves

Holding his broken package and walking against the scorching sun, Li Qingshan always felt that something was missing. After thinking for a while, he remembered that to celebrate the housewarming at night, there is still a sense of ritual at the very least.

It's the first private meal with Ran Qiuye, let's have a candlelight dinner, we don't have the conditions for red wine, but there are still channels for two big red candles and bulk liquor.

There is no shortage of candles in the supply and marketing cooperatives beside the road, and Li Qingshan still has a few taels of liquor tickets, so it is very convenient to buy these things.

In the era of statistics and marketing, the salesmen in the supply and marketing cooperatives were full of rice bowls. Since it was [-] o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was shining, Li Qingshan casually found the nearest supply and marketing cooperative.

There were no customers inside. Seeing Li Qingshan's bumpkin appearance, the male salesman sat behind the counter and only glanced at him, but he didn't even say hello. Obviously, he didn't respect this poor guy.

"It's no wonder that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and the garbage system doesn't reward a few good clothes. The shirt on my young man's body is almost rubbing holes."

Li Qingshan said a few words in his heart, although he said he was not short of money, but he didn't have a cloth ticket to buy clothes, and it was difficult to move without a ticket these days, so he could only continue to wear the shabby clothes that were washed white.

After buying the big red candles and bulk liquor he needed, Li Qingshan also bought some clam oil, other miscellaneous things, and of course the essential firecrackers.

Half an hour later, Li Qingshan appeared at the gate of a courtyard, and he fully demonstrated his ability to ask questions when he didn't understand.

That mouth annoyed the grandpas and aunts along the road. According to his plan, he would arrive in 15 minutes. However, these alleys are really winding and winding, and there are no signs. If you don’t pay attention, you will get lost and lose your direction.

Fortunately, as the family home of Hongxing Steel Rolling Factory, it is also close to Hongxing Primary School, and he is sweet-mouthed and can ask people for directions so that he will not get lost.

"Hey, the alleys in Jingdu really live up to their reputation. No wonder the rumored Eighteenth Hutong is so hidden. It can be a good place to find flowers and ask willows. You don't have a lot of brushes. It's really hard to find a flower girl."

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Li Qingshan took the new key he got from the street office, and dragged the big and small bags into the door. He also wanted to put them in the system space, but he had no space at all.

The poor ones only have a few small backpack slots, and these slots have long been occupied by other things.

What catches the eye is the traditional large courtyard in Kyoto in the north. The entrance is covered with black tiles and the screen wall. At the front gate of the courtyard, a few kids who have not yet reached the school age are urinating and making mud. Li Qingshan does not hide when he sees them.

The layout of the courtyard is quite exquisite, and there are some flowers and plants planted in the aisle. It can be seen that it was definitely the courtyard of a high-ranking official, but now it has become the courtyard of the employees' families of the Red Star Rolling Mill, without the glory of the past.

The house old man Jiang gave was in the backyard, and Xu Damao lived next door. Li Qingshan carried his luggage and went all the way without any obstacles, but he didn't encounter any difficulties.

There are Qin Huairu, He Yuzhu, and the third master in the middle courtyard. They are all busy working in their workplaces. There is only one bloated old lady sitting at the door chatting with other old ladies.

The old lady is only in her early 50s, but she is already in the state of living for the rest of her life. Her face is wide and her ears are fat, and her hair on her temples is a bit gray. disgust.

Li Qingshan, who has watched TV dramas, knows that this is Qin Huairu's wicked mother-in-law, Jia Zhangshi, who is a whore and is the number one animal in the courtyard.

"Hey! Yan Jiefang spent so little money getting married!"

"Yes, I heard that the new daughter-in-law Yu Li's family is not prosperous. Although there are teachers in the family, they don't even have a bicycle."

"You guys don't know how Yan Pugui looks like? Tsk tsk, the new daughter-in-law will marry into Yan's family next month, and she probably will suffer a lot!"

"Who says it's not? We've been neighbors for so many years, and everyone knows who Yan Pugui is. I can't wait to spend my money in half. When a new wife gets married, she might even have to pay rent for a house."

Hearing these gossip women's nonsense, Li Qingshan frowned, but he didn't stop, just glanced at those neighbors who were panicking, and kept the faces of this group of people in his heart.

However, those chatting old ladies were in the middle of chatting, they didn't notice the unexpected guest at all, they continued to discuss on their own, only the sharp-eyed Jia Zhang caught a glimpse of Li Qingshan.

"Here, isn't this Teacher Li from Sticky School?"

Jia Zhang muttered in his heart, Li Qingshan visited home last time, Jia Zhang had a deep impression of this handsome young man.

At this moment, the voice of selling popsicles came from outside the door. Jia Zhang thought about it, and then remembered that the stick had mentioned that this semester, outstanding students and teachers will be selected, and the students who win the prize will be rewarded generously. And the selected person seems to be Teacher Li who has not been transferred for a long time.

Although distressed, Mrs. Jia finally gritted her teeth thinking of the generous reward, took out the money she had spent on painkillers and ran out the door.

The old man Jiang didn't lie to him. The new home was indeed a main house in the backyard.

Next to it is Xu Damao's house. There are two iron cages at the door, and some native chickens and hares are raised. They are fat and strong. It can be seen that Lou Xiao'e takes good care of them.

There is also a large open space in front of Li Qingshan's house, facing the small lattice window, and there is an eye stone well not far away. He plans to take advantage of the relatively relaxed environment in the past six months, and use a hoe to carve out an area under the corner of the yard, surrounded by a wooden fence. .

Since the system doesn't reward god-level farms, he might as well do it himself, have enough food and clothing, grow some vegetables, melons and fruits, and help the little black pig to cover the pigsty by the way.

When the Chinese New Year pigs are almost grown, they should be slaughtered and eaten. By the way, the pigsty will be dismantled. Anyway, there is still more than half a year of loose time. Li Qingshan thinks that he has already prepared for a rainy day.

He resigned from school, thinking that this is what he considered as a worker in the Red Star Rolling Mill. Although Li Qingshan was born in a rural area and was a poor farmer with good roots, teachers in this era are really not as popular as workers.

The wages of high-ranking workers are outrageous. For example, Yi Zhonghai, the most prestigious uncle in the hospital, is an eighth-level fitter, and his monthly salary is close to 100 yuan.

And the status of a worker can save a lot of unnecessary troubles. It's better to fight for an outstanding individual award or something. Don't look at the rampant behavior of the third master Yan Bugui. He will regret it when the storm comes.

If conditions permit, he also wants Ran Qiuye to go to the factory honestly and become an honorable worker, hardworking and simple.

However, the prerequisite is to marry someone into the door first.

After unlocking it, Li Qingshan cleaned the house inside and out with a feather duster borrowed from the street office, and used a basin to beat a bucket of well water to cool down.

Cleaned up all the cobwebs in the corners and the dirt on the ground, and after tidying up and arranging, it has a warm and homely appearance.