The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

Mo Bin walked out of the train station carrying two military canvas bags. There were even more luggage, but he took the opportunity to store them in the farm villa.

Not only those who had been in the army for many years, but also the brothers in the company knew that he had changed jobs and returned home. They collected a lot of bacon, sausages, dried game, and even went to hunt two roe deer with a sharp knife, despite his strong objections. I smoked dozens of kilograms of good meat for him and took him with him.

In their eyes, after returning to the capital, eating meat is not that convenient. They are close to the mountains and can eat whenever they want. The old company commander cannot be left without meat!

Thinking of his lovely comrades, Mo Bin's face softened. When the disaster is serious, he must go back to his old army. No matter what he thinks of, he must not leave them without food!

I got on a bus and bought a ticket to Jiaodaokou, which cost five cents. Many people were willing to stay on their legs rather than buy the ticket. This money could buy half a catty of sweet potatoes.

After getting off the bus at Jiaodaokou, Mo Bin tidied up his 55th school official uniform. After all, leaders care about emotions. It is also common practice for most officers to be promoted to the first level and transferred to other jobs. Now he is a major officer at the battalion level.

He picked up two khaki canvas bags and walked towards the street office.

"Comrade, who are you looking for?" The guard is a middle-aged uncle with a few scars on his face and a few fingers missing from his left hand. He has a vigilant look on his face, but he does not relax because he is wearing a military uniform.

"Hello comrade, I am a newly retired soldier, and I don't know what unit I am assigned to. I want to come to the street to find out." Mo Bin took out a box of big front door and smiled like a guard offering cigarettes.

"He's still a junior cadre. Which army is he from?" The uncle took the cigarette and smelled it, but still stared at Mo Bin warily. This guy is so good-looking, tall and looks very capable. How could the army be willing to let him go? ?

"Mo Bin, the former battalion-level staff officer of the 39th Regiment of the 116th Division of the 334th Army." Mo Bin stood at attention and saluted. He looked like an old-timer.

"Good boy, you did a good job in the Northern Dynasty. The grassroots cadres who came down from the battlefield are precious. How can you, the leaders, be willing to let them go?" The little old man's eyes widened, and a fierce aura rushed towards his face.

"The injury has not healed and I have never been able to reach the original training intensity. I was originally the commander of the reconnaissance company. I didn't want to be looked down upon by my soldiers. Besides, the war is over and my parents are getting older and they have to come back to fulfill their filial piety." Mo Bin Said lightly.

"Yes, I have a good temper. My name is Zhang Feng, and my nicknames are Madman Zhang and Dadao Zhang. When you get settled, we and I will have a drink." The old man was very energetic, and it was rare for him to take a liking to him.

Mo Bin knew that this old man was not a simple man. During this period, the guards in all major units were all hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There were all kinds of outstanding people. Besides, those who could get nicknames in the army were not ordinary people. They were born on the battlefield!

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, when I settle down, I will definitely treat you to a drink, and there will be a bunch of Northeastern game that the boys will respect. I can't do it without you." Mo Bin responded proactively. Such seniors are worthy of respect, and they are more valuable and have connections. Incredible.

"Haha, it's settled. I happen to have two bottles of Maotai there, and they are also given by my soldiers! You do business first. Turn left on the second floor and look for Director Wang in the first room. Be careful. That girl is not an easy girl. I have been in a hurry recently to raise money to pay off debts." Zhang Feng reminded me kindly.

"The leaders of the street are more aware. We all must do our part to learn from the teacher comrades and pay off the debt as soon as possible." Mo Bin knows this history, this is just the beginning!

It will be more serious in the future. The old man feels uncomfortable and always wants to say a few words to vent. He probably didn't expect the impact to be so big and the consequences to be so serious.

The old man saw that ordinary people couldn't eat meat during the New Year, so he stopped eating meat when he was angry. He wanted to give up his favorite braised pork to pay off his debts. The country stopped supplying fresh pork for a few months, and at most it was canned pork.

The old man doesn’t eat meat anymore. There are not many people in the country who dare to eat it, at least not in public. Even high-intensity manual workers use canned pork instead.

But then I said again, I don’t want royalties or wages, just use them all to pay off debts. Who dares to follow suit? The whole family doesn’t need to eat anymore? Some people took the opportunity to act like monsters.

Mo Bin climbed up to the two-story building on the street. It was also dilapidated and the decoration was very old. At this time, he was really a servant of the people and knocked on the door.

"Come in! Comrade, what can I do for you?" A middle-aged woman in her forties stood up and asked. Her short hair looked very capable.

"Hello, Director Wang, my name is Mo Bin. I am from Jiaodaokou. Now I have changed my job and returned to my hometown. I will not report to you." Mo Bin took out a brown paper bag and placed it on the table. They are all his certificates and merit medals.

"Comrade Mo Bin, right? I've read your file and I'm very impressed. You are a heroic company commander and have made many meritorious service. You are the pride of our street." Director Wang said enthusiastically.

"This is what I should do. Honor belongs to the comrades who sacrificed their lives." Mo Bin said modestly.

"The living ones are also heroes! By the way, your job has been arranged. The Red Star Rolling Mill has a salary of 17 yuan for the 101th-level regular majors. You will not know the specific position until you report it. By the way, do you have a partner?" Wang The director suddenly asked an unexpected question.

"No, I've been in the army all the time. Where can I find a partner? The hospital in the rear is even more crowded. All the bachelors in the army are staring at it!" Mo Bin said with a sigh. He used to be a tough guy and attracted many people when he was hospitalized. I'm a fan of girls, but this guy is a piece of wood.

"This matter is all on me. How can such an outstanding young cadre not have a wife! By the way, there may be some changes in your house. I want to explain it to you." Director Wang immediately considered whether his family had any suitable.

"Thank you, Director Wang. Is there anything wrong with the house?" Mo Bin was also very concerned, but he guessed that he would most likely have to pay for a private house himself. After all, retired cadres have money.

"It's like this. According to the regulations, you should be able to allocate a cadre room of about 70 square meters. However, your unit is short of housing and there are no smaller ones. There is no way on our street. There is no suitable one at the moment." Director Wang Said embarrassedly.

"What should I do? I can't go home and squeeze in with my brother all the time. We are already eighteen years old. Both of us are going to be bachelors!" Mo Bin said with a frown.

"That's not the case. It just so happens that there are four empty houses left in your yard. I can allocate them to you at your discretion. Although it is damp and dark, the area is fortunately large enough. Spend some money to tidy it up and open a rear window. That's good, what do you think?" Director Wang proposed a method.

"That's not impossible, but I still want to live by myself. Is there a separate yard? I can buy it myself." Mo Bin had to take the initiative to propose. Director Wang doesn't know how to sell. Look at the salesmen of later generations. Call it professional!

"Yes, yes, I will find information for you. The largest is the three-in-one hospital, and there are several first-in hospital. The prices are different. I will show you the information." Director Wang stood up excitedly. Houses, but they gathered them artificially and wanted to raise money by selling houses.

Mo Bin looked at several houses and wished he could buy them all so that his descendants would no longer have to work for the next three generations. Unfortunately, he couldn't buy them, and he couldn't keep them. They were too conspicuous, and besides, he didn't have that much money.

"Director Wang, does anyone live in the east courtyard of our compound? I used to play hide-and-seek there when I was a child." Mo Bin remembered that that compound had a courtyard.

"You said there, there used to be two dilapidated houses, but now they have basically collapsed. The street also wants to rebuild, but there has been no funding. You can buy it and build it yourself, and the street will be responsible for helping you complete the procedures. That is 1.2 acres place." Director Wang said enthusiastically.