The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

When I got home, I wiped my sweat with a dry towel, sat by the fire, and completed today's check-in.

There was only one old hen that had been treated today. I tried placing it in the drumstick space, and it worked.

Thinking about the inventory with only 9 slots, there are too few things that can be stored. If each slot can store more things, the practicality will be very high.

As soon as I thought of it, I took out 5 pounds of cornmeal and tried to put it into the flour grid, and it actually worked.

Only then did he understand the meaning of 'same type'.

For example, the same flour but different types can be put into one box. Both chicken legs and whole chickens can be regarded as meat, and you only need to do an experiment to verify it.

He picked up the large grain salt he just bought and placed it in the lard compartment with his mind. As expected, salt and lard were in the same compartment. It seemed that the system classified them as seasonings.

When he tried to put the sweet potatoes into the flour space, he failed.

Put the sweet potato into a new grid, pick up the Chinese cabbage leaning against the back wall, and put it into the sweet potato grid smoothly.

It seems that sweet potatoes are classified as vegetables.

He tried on quilts, clothes and other items to make sure they could be put together. Even shoes were included in this category.

In order to determine the size of the space, he put beds, wardrobes, dining tables, stools and other furniture items into one grid, and he actually fit them all.

The things at home are limited, and in the end we couldn’t figure out the space size of each grid.

During the experiment, I came to the conclusion that any item needs to be touched by hands before it can be collected. When released, with just a thought, the items in the grid will appear anywhere within 5 meters of you.

He returned furniture, clothing, bedding, cabbage, sweet potatoes and other items to their original places.

Suddenly remembering an experiment, he excitedly poured a cup of hot water and put it into the grid.

Today, everyone came to the unit more than ten or twenty minutes early.

Under the organization of the webmaster, the snow shoveling project began.

An hour later, the acquisition station looked brand new, with all the snow piled together.

Finally, I joined the cleaning of snow in front of the purchasing station.

There are people on the road now, and each unit has its own area of ​​responsibility.

There is no need for street organizations. The first thing everyone does after work is to clear the snow on the road.

That kind of scene will never be seen in future generations. At this time, almost no one was lazy, everyone was enthusiastic, and neighboring units competed in shoveling snow speed.

In less than half an hour, everyone called it a day and returned to work.

The roads are smooth and smooth, and the snow is piled on the roadside, which fully reflects the power of the masses.

"Xiao Li, come here." When he returned to the station, the stationmaster greeted Li Yuan.

"Hey! Here we come."

Li Yuan followed the stationmaster into the small office, and the other two were busy moving the scales outside the house in preparation for purchasing scraps.

While the webmaster was clearing the table, Li Yuan obediently cleaned the teacup, put in the broken pieces, filled it with boiling water, gently pushed the teacup to the right side of the table, stepped back and waited for the leader to ask questions.

The stationmaster sat on the chair, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and spit out the crumbs in his mouth into the teacup.

His eyes were staring at Gao Dei's rising and falling, and the rising heat rushed into his nose, shaking his spirit.

"Yesterday, Director Wang from the street asked Su Zhi to tell her that you should pay attention to your life's important events, otherwise, Director Wang will personally introduce you to a partner."

Su Zhi, whose surname is Chen, is the lover of Station Master Wang and works in the street office. It seems that the relationship between the two families is good.

"I'm only 18," Li Yuan protested.

"Many people have children at the age of 18. You can live with them first, and then look for others if they are not suitable."

"Do you think it's realistic?"

"That's true. I don't care, your Aunt Chen will find you a matchmaker next week."

"You are here to arrange things, and this is a new society," Li Yuan insisted.

"Ball! Get out!".

"Okay." Li Yuan saw that the webmaster was angry and Ma slipped out of the office.

In the small office, the webmaster rubbed his temples, which didn't hurt at all.

"This kid seems to have become slippery. He used to be a little honest person. It seems that he was just pretending in the past. He is also a rotten boy."

As soon as they went out, they met Chen Bing and Liang Zhixiang who were eavesdropping.

"Hehe, Xiao Yuanzi has grown up and is going to get a wife." Chen Bing looked like he wanted to be beaten, and Liang Zhixiang nodded.

"What's the benefit of having a wife? You're more comfortable being single. You can spend your own money and eat your own meat. If you marry a wife, you have to bear the responsibility for her parents' pension.

The money you earn should be spent on your wife and children, and they will eat the meat you have."

Li Yuan's nonsense made Chen Bing silent.

"There are three types of unfilial piety. The first is to have no heirs. When you grow up, you have to get married and have children to continue the next generation of the family." Liang Zhixiang said with an incredulous look on his face.

"That's right!" Chen Bing seemed to have found a reason.

"As long as I have you, I'll be fine. I'm a non-marriage person."

Suddenly, Li Yuan was slapped on the back of the head, "I want you to stay celibate, I want you to stay celibate..."

Besides the station leader, who else could beat him so unscrupulously?

He hurriedly ran to the yard. The stationmaster stood at the door and looked around. He pointed his finger at Li Yuan and said, "Be honest!"

"Old Song, I brought you some mountain goods." A very familiar male voice in his memory came into his ears. Li Yuan watched intently. The person coming was Su Wagong, who often came to the buying station to buy gadgets.

He is about 40 years old, about 170 centimeters tall, and has an ordinary appearance. Every time he comes, he brings something for Uncle Song, and he gets along very well with many people on the site.

He is a bricklayer, has no employer, and lives odd jobs. It is said that he has always been single.

"The things you asked for have been prepared for you. I'll leave them behind the door. I'll meet the stationmaster later to discuss the account." Uncle Song rummaged through the mountain goods in his bag and responded without raising his head.

"Thanks, it's not easy to do masonry work now. In addition to masonry work, you have to know some carpentry." Su Wagong squatted on the steps and complained to Uncle Song.

"You are so capable. You can also make beds and put up cabinets?"

"Hey, if it's just a simple renovation, if there are no girders, many masons now work part-time as carpenters."

"That's good. There's so much art to do and it doesn't overwhelm you."

"Hey, as I get older, I just make do with it, and I have to hire a professional carpenter for demanding jobs."

The content of their chat gave Li Yuan some ideas, thinking about the dilapidation of his home, and planning to tidy it up again in the spring.

In the afternoon, a large truck from the head office drove to the yard of the purchasing station.

"Hey, Xiao Tang, you're coming this time!" Stationmaster Wang quickly walked to the cab and greeted the driver warmly.

"Stationmaster Wang, the head office is short of iron, so this time it will be all scrap iron," he said and handed Stationmaster Wang a piece of paper. .

He lowered his head and looked at the contents on the paper carefully, his brows getting tighter and tighter.

“I rarely receive scrap metal recently, half a truckload at most.”

"Hey, all the acquisition stations are similar. You can calculate as much as you can, and fill the remaining positions with wood. There is a shortage of coal now, and steelmaking has begun to use wood."

Li Yuan's eyes widened in surprise when he heard their answers.

"How to make steel from wood? The steel rolling mill should use coke. How to make steel from this wood?".

What suddenly occurred to him? After quickly searching through my memory, I realized what happened at the beginning of this year. It seems that steel production must be doubled this year.