The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

Xiao Lele walked to Li Yuan without saying anything, hugging his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder, and smiling stupidly.

After a night of silence, Li Yuan rushed to the scrap station early in the morning.

"Is there something wrong with you kid?" Uncle Song said with a smile.

"I have just moved to a new home. I will show you the door and let you live there when you retire."

"What do you mean, you have too much money to burn?"

"Haha, I resigned. Now I am working alone. I want to find a bigger yard where I can take care of things."

Uncle Song's eyes showed surprise, "They actually let you go. It's really new."

"Let's go and have a look."

Uncle Song took the lead and walked out of the concierge, "Xiao Ma, I'm going out for a while. You can talk to the stationmaster later."

"Uncle Song, you'd better talk to the webmaster in person, otherwise I'll find trouble with you again."

Uncle Song stared and said nothing.

"Okay, okay, you go about your business, I'll take a message to the webmaster."

Li Yuan set up the bicycle. After Uncle Song sat down, Li Yuan put his foot down and the bicycle moved forward smoothly.

"What do you mean, the new webmaster is targeting you?" Li Yuanqi asked.

"It's nothing. If you are young and energetic, if you want to control a place, you will keep an eye on the old people."

"You too, Zeng Peng asked you to go back many times, but you didn't go back."

“I’m low-educated and old, so I treated it as my last mission last time.

Why do you go to the ministry to provide for your retirement?

It's nice to be at the scrap station, alone and quiet.

When I retire, I will go back to my hometown and wait for death."

"There are no relatives in my hometown, so why go back?"

"The fallen leaves return to their roots."

"Okay, don't be stubborn. If you don't want to do it anymore, come to my house and I will take care of you until you grow old."

"Humph!"

The two bickered along the way and soon arrived at their new home.

Uncle Song stood at the door for a long time and then walked into the courtyard.

After knocking on the door, Yang Ting saw Uncle Song and greeted him.

"Yang Ting, you are busy with your work, I will show you around."

"Okay, I'll prepare the ingredients for lunch."

After saying that, she happily entered the inner courtyard.

"Uncle, let me introduce you."

"This is my workshop."

"This is the warehouse, now there are some old items."

"This is the study room and showroom. These are old objects I have collected for more than ten years."

"This is the guest room".

"I live in this room, and the three little guys live in the room on the east side."

"This room on the west side is reserved for you."

Along the way, Uncle Song didn't speak. When he got to the West Room, he said, "I can't live there."

With Li Yuan's keen perception, he knew why Uncle Song was silent.

"Do you know what I've been doing these past few months?"

Li Yuan did not wait for the old man to answer, and continued: "I gave the turbofan engine that I have designed and improved for ten years to the military, and now I have taken on another task.

It will be designed in this courtyard."

Uncle Song looked at Li Yuan in shock, "You really gave it away."

He knew what Li Yuan had been doing for more than ten years, and he had often attacked him. He knew the value of that thing.

Li Yuan couldn't help but touch his nose, "Yes, the condition is that they provide me with materials to continue my research in the future."

"What a great gift!"

Uncle Song finally showed a smile. He ran out of the hanging flower door and looked at the reverse room.

He turned to look at Li Yuan who had followed him out, "Build a shed between the Laoshizi door, the wall and the inverted room to make the workplace larger.

However, it still looks small, and larger objects cannot be moved around.

How about you go back and be the director of the scrap station, and I will continue to look after the door for you, which is too much for both of us to do."

Li Yuan looked at the excited Uncle Song and felt a little blocked.

Trying to calm down.

"Uncle, the national policy has changed and we need to reform and open up. From now on, everything will be about money.

People's hearts will also change drastically, and most people will become slaves to money.

The scrapyard will disappear soon and I will never go back.”

The two of them suddenly fell into silence.

After a while, Li Yuan Youyou said: "Leaving the scrap station, I went to the National Semiconductor Laboratory.

There, most of the time, in addition to meetings, I wrote reports.

For two whole years, I didn’t really work on a project.

A project is just initiated, but not long after it is started, it is immediately stopped, and then the plan is reconsidered.

This cycle went on for two years, and I resigned when I couldn't stand it anymore.

Then I replaced this yard with a wooden sculpture as my future workplace.

You know me, as long as you give me time, I will be able to make something good."

"This is a waste of talent, this is a crime, I will go to Zeng Peng."

Uncle Song was about to walk out angrily, but Li Yuan held him back.

"Uncle, Zeng Peng came to see me, but I insisted not to go to any research institute."

"Why? There is strength in numbers. You are made of iron. How many nails can you drive?"

“You are right, I will lay the foundation in the past few years, and when the time is right, I will set up a company.

By then, I will build the largest laboratory in the country and develop semiconductor technology first.

I am confident that I can compete with the world's powerful countries."

"As long as you go to the research institute, you can have as many people as you want and how much money you want, and the country will support you."

"Times have changed, uncle. When I go to a research institute, it's not up to me what I do. I need to control the research direction myself, rather than follow a bunch of batons."

Uncle Song slowly fell silent, and soon looked up at Li Yuan, forcing out a smile, "You brat, just do whatever you want.

Go and bring my luggage back, and I will stay at your place from now on."

"Aren't you going back to your hometown?"

"roll".

Li Yuan left with a smile.

At the Jiaodaokou scrap station, a young man in his 30s named Wu stood in front of Li Yuan. He looked quite energetic.

"Ah, it's Comrade Li Yuan, I know you, what are you doing?"

"I'll help Uncle Song carry his luggage," Li Yuan smiled and handed him a cigarette.

The other party took it and saw that it was the big front door. He smiled, clamped it to his ears, and took out a box of Zhonghua from his jacket pocket.

"Here, whip me."

Li Yuan smiled slightly, took the Chinese cigarette, and lit it for both parties.

"Lao Song will retire in just over a year. What does he mean?"

"I was injured when I was young during the revolution. Now I can't hold on any longer. I'll take him back to recuperate." Li Yuan's words were neither salty nor light.

“Oh, there were so many people who were making revolution back then, but most of them still stayed on the front line.

I think Lao Song's body is still strong, and he can still persist until retirement. What do you think? Stationmaster Wu looked at Li Yuan with a smile.

Li Yuan took a deep breath of cigarette, blew it in his face, then threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out with all his strength.

The other party fanned the smoke in front of his eyes with his hand and looked at Li Yuan with a smile.

"I took the things away, you can come in and take a look." Li Yuan turned around and walked into the concierge.

"No, it's just some junk anyway." He turned around and returned to the office building.

Li Yuan put the bedding, clothes, and some odds and ends on the cart at the door several times, then went back and scanned them with his telekinesis. There was nothing missing before walking out of the concierge.

Meeting Commander Wu again at the door, Li Yuan stopped and wanted to see what he was causing trouble.

He smiled and handed over a piece of paper, "This is the early retirement certificate. Don't think I don't know how to respect the seniors."

Li Yuan was stunned for a moment, then took it with a smile, "You are a man."

I was grateful for this boy in my heart. If it had been any later, he would probably have become seriously ill.

"Hey, I went to several units to get this document and finally got it done."

Document No. 1978 issued in 104 stipulates:

55. Those who engage in underground, high-temperature, low-temperature, high-altitude, particularly heavy physical labor or other work harmful to health and have reached the prescribed number of years must be 45 years old for men and years old for women;

50. A man who is over 45 years old and a woman who is over years old, who is disabled due to illness or not due to work, and who has been confirmed by the labor ability appraisal committee at or above the municipal level of a districted city to have completely lost the ability to work.

"Let me formally meet you. My name is Li Yuan. I am currently unemployed."

"My name is Wu Wenbin, named after the old man."

The two shook hands, said goodbye and left.