Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

Zhang Minghui rode his bike all the way into the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and greeted his familiar co-workers. Zhang Minghui, who was from the Propaganda Department, was a somewhat famous figure in the factory.

He looks energetic and has a very easy-going personality. He is very mature in his interpersonal relationships. He is a regular employee and has a good reputation in the factory.

It should be easy to find a good girl to marry.

But unfortunately, due to the reputation of the hospital, few people introduced Zhang Minghui to any girls, and even if they did, they were all ugly.

The importance of reputation in the 60s was fully demonstrated in terms of marriage and work. After three years of apprenticeship, Zhang Minghui had already been promoted to a full-time employee.

However, due to his reputation, his hope of getting promoted to the next level this year has been dashed. He is not included in the list of candidates for promotion and will probably have to wait another year or two.

In the words of the leader, young comrades need more experience.

Zhang Minghui didn't care about the factory's decision. He didn't rely on the factory's salary to make a living anyway, and he had no plans to get promoted or make money in the factory.

It’s different for the neighbors in the yard. For those who work in the steel mill, their promotions have been particularly slow in the past two years. They are often one or two years slower than others in being promoted to the next level.

Liu Haizhong was also promoted to the seventh-level blacksmith.

The neighbors in the yard were unwilling to accept this, so they went to the factory leaders, who rebuked them with just one sentence.

"Your hospital has such a bad reputation, the factory is lucky to have you working here. If you want to make trouble, we will transfer you to a branch factory."

If they can't fire you, they can find different ways to deal with you, so that all the neighbors in the yard will lose their temper and can only go home to complain to their wives and children.

As a result of this complaint, someone suffered.

Who is it!

The former manager, the first uncle "Yi Zhonghai."

The aunties in the courtyard chatted and talked about why the courtyard had such a bad reputation. If Yi Zhonghai hadn't held a meeting to force people to donate, they would have been in trouble.

How could so many things happen? Could the hospital’s reputation become so bad?

If the reputation is not bad, everyone's salary will definitely increase by one or two levels, this is all money! The aunties who were chatting excitedly pushed all the faults to Yi Zhonghai.

It was he who started the bad deeds and ruined the reputation of the hospital.

Yi Zhonghai's shoe repair skills improved day by day, and he didn't earn much every month, but it was enough for him to live. He had a bad reputation in the hospital, so he avoided everyone and didn't interact with them.

Yi Zhonghai thought that he could avoid all the gossip by stopping going to the courtyard, but it was no use. The aunties and sisters-in-law kept mocking Yi Zhonghai in different ways every day.

After get off work, Yi Zhonghai hid in the house and refused to come out. It didn't matter. Everyone was talking loudly by the pool, cursing Yi Zhonghai in all kinds of ways.

"What a eunuch, a family without a family, a conscienceless person, and a complete hypocrite."

Yi Zhonghai, who was hiding in the house, was almost depressed by the scolding. Otherwise, how could people say that Yi Zhonghai has a tenacious character!

After a while, Yi Zhonghai entertained himself. While people were cursing outside, he was drinking wine in the house, clapping his hands to the beat, and singing Peking opera.

In the 60s, Peking Opera was the most popular variety show in Beijing. It was called the "quintessence of the country."

The art of the "Four Great Dan Actresses", "Southern Qi and Northern Ma" and others has reached its peak, and the representatives of the new generation have also grown strong and established their own schools.

Ma Lianliang and Tan Fuying from the Beijing Peking Opera Troupe stand alongside Zhang Junqiu, Qiu Shengrong and Zhao Yanxia.

It echoes with the famous artists from the China Peking Opera Theater and theater troupes across the country, including Shanghai, Wuhan, Tianjin, Yunnan, etc., and is a blooming beauty.

The common people in the old city would shout like this from time to time.

Zhang Minghui learned that the first-class actors in Peking Opera can get a minimum monthly salary of more than 1500 yuan, while ordinary workers only get about 40 yuan a month.

Peking Opera belongs to the category of traditional Chinese opera. In the past, Peking Opera actors, like actors of other operas, were called "actors", and this industry was also considered to be "the lowest class".

(First rate: actors, second rate: pushers, third rate: bastards, fourth rate: turtles, fifth rate: barbers, sixth rate: back scrubs, seventh rate: prostitutes, eighth rate: thieves, ninth rate: blowing ashes)

After liberation, the state vigorously promoted literary and artistic activities in order to meet the spiritual and cultural needs of the people, enhance national self-confidence and heroism, and promote socialist cultural construction.

What were once considered low-class occupations have now become high-class art.

When it comes to the industry of folk art, there is a strong sense of sectarianism. In the past, everyone had to beg for a living and perform for a living, so it is common for disputes to arise between territories.

The circle is so small, you make money, but I have no way to make a living, so I have to trip you up, do dirty things, and expose your dirty secrets until you are ruined.

Zhang Minghui lamented that the entertainment industry in later generations was so chaotic, and they could not blame themselves entirely. They had to find the problems at the root. This faction and that faction had already shown signs of this at this time.

Each of them has a very high artistic level and has created many good works. But when it comes to character, that's something to talk about.

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The reputation of the courtyard has improved a little in recent years, but it is of no use. The story of No. 95 Courtyard is enduring and has been on the lips of the people for many years.

From time to time, there are new stories arranged in Courtyard No. 95.

In the future, there will be constant news, which can let time dilute everything. But it is not the case now. If the common people in Beijing don’t talk about the story of No. 95 Courtyard, it’s as if you just moved here from another place.

Zhang Minghui was so confused that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

As soon as we arrived at the Propaganda Department office, Sister Liu grinned, patted Zhang Minghui on the shoulder and muttered something.

"Minghui, have you heard? Xu Damao has been confirmed to be transferred back. I heard that he is doing well down there, so Deputy Director Li has decided to transfer him back."

Zhang Minghui has not seen Xu Damao very often in recent years. He saw him more frequently in the first two years, until Yu Li followed Xu Damao and moved to the branch factory below.

The number of times I go back to the hospital is getting less and less.

Zhang Minghui said casually after hearing what Sister Liu said.

"Sister, it's a good thing that Xu Damao has been transferred back! He has been in the branch factory for four years and should have matured a lot. It's only natural for him to come back to the factory."

People in the office were talking non-stop, but Zhang Minghui didn't say much. Whether Xu Damao came back or not, Zhang Minghui didn't take him seriously at all.

It's easy to deal with him, but from what Sister Liu said just now, it was Li Huaide who asked him to come back. This is something that needs to be considered.

noon

Zhang Minghui was eating in the office when a very familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Hey, Minghui is eating! You look so delicious while eating. I haven't had the meal cooked by Shazhu for a long time."

Zhang Minghui looked up and saw Xu Damao looking at him with a fake smile.

"Hey, Brother Damao, come in quickly. Why do you think you are a guest?"