Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

It was different on the women's side. They all gathered around my second aunt's cousin's wife to look at the baby. They all swore that it was a boy. Even though it was a table full of women, they ate faster than the men.

The three aunts were still saying with emotion that they couldn't remember how long it had been since they had eaten meat so freely. The topic of conversation never left the topic of Zhang Xingwang. They all felt that the Zhang family had finally been able to hold their heads high this time.

It might be because there was too little oil in their stomachs and they ate and drank so much, so one after another, they lined up to run to the toilet, and it was not until the middle of the night that they finally stopped.

Zhang Xingwang was not drunk this time, but became more sober the more he drank. Hearing the sound of his uncle and the children setting off firecrackers outside the house and watching everyone laughing and making noise inside the house, he felt satisfied.

Even his cousin from his aunt's family ignored him and jumped around with his two younger sisters.

I went out for some fresh air, took out my paper airplane and looked at it carefully. I didn’t know where my thoughts were flying to…

Early in the morning on the third day of the Lunar New Year, several families said goodbye to the old couple and went back to their own homes. It was almost three o'clock when Zhang Xingwang and his family returned to the yard.

After arriving, Zhang Xingwang lay down immediately. Everyone in the family was exhausted. Only the eldest sister was still cleaning the door of the house in high spirits. The fourth sister also slipped out to find He Yushui, probably to find out what happened in the courtyard in the past two days.

In the afternoon, the fourth sister suddenly came back, looking listless, probably because nothing "big" had happened in the hospital. Zhang Xingwang thought it was normal, because everyone wanted good luck during the New Year, and they just endured any friction, so there was no chance of any conflict.

The next morning, Zhang Xingwang, who was still at work, was stunned, then ran to the gatehouse to smoke.

Just now I remembered Brother Tong’s voice:

"Automatic sign-in successful, reward space 0.1 cubic meters, corn 367 kilograms, holiday sign-in successful, special reward storage space 1 cubic meter, planting space 0.1 square meters, endurance +1."

Feeling the small piece of black soil next to the space, Zhang Xingwang was speechless for a long time...

It wasn't until the gatekeeper pushed him that he reacted and said:

"Please tell Chief Qi that I'm going on an outing..."

He pushed his bicycle and rushed home. After rushing in, he said hello to Wang Xiulan who was fiddling with the sewing machine, then went into his room and began to study the planting space.

Unlike the storage space, the planting space is just a solitary piece of black soil, which looks quite moist, and its borders are not much different from the storage space.

As for the height, um... you can't see the end at a glance, there is only a beam of light coming down in the mist. As for planting, you can only plant a cabbage in this thirty-centimeter area, forget about wheat or rice. According to Tong Ge's habit of planting 0.1 per day, it will take him about 20 years to grow one acre of land.

Simply put, let alone fruit trees, we can’t even expect to get some fine grains. We can only consider growing some medicinal herbs to make ends meet.

After trying it, I found the operation of mind planting to be very smooth, but it was a bit of a bummer that I couldn't get in and put things in it.

It seems that although Brother Tong had a conscience and signed some more, it was obviously not much. I felt like Brother Tong's mistress, who gave me the things that the main wife didn't like.

People are afraid of comparison. When I think about the minimum living security system in the novels I read before and the krypton gold space where you have to eat small yellow croakers to grow up, I actually feel like I got it for free.

Anyway, no matter how big or small it is, it is better than nothing. This time I have everything ready. What if I get a ranch and fish pond next year, plus holiday benefits like Mid-Autumn Festival and Dragon Boat Festival? When I am in my sixties or seventies, I can barely call myself a farmer.

It was this endurance +1, which felt like it was randomly drawn. Zhang Xingwang jumped up and down for a long time but didn't feel anything.

The main reason is that Brother Tong didn't provide any data for reference. It would be fine if the upper limit was below three digits, but the above is too perfunctory.

Moreover, I feel that this endurance is a bit improper, a bit like pointing down the three roads, and a bit looking down on people. But I have heard the singing of Sha Gezi, and I feel quite satisfied with myself.

After finishing his research, he left the room in frustration. He glanced at Wang Xiulan who was still in a daze, and sat down to join her in a daze.

Wang Xiulan was completely confused seeing her son's lack of ambition. It was only the first day of work in the new year and everyone in the unit was busy holding meetings to get to know each other, but her son came back after only working for an hour. What was going on?

Thinking about how her husband used to work overtime day and night and how her second son-in-law came home every day tired and didn't want to talk, she felt completely dumb.

Wang Xiulan poured a glass of water for Zhang Xingwang and asked cautiously:

"Xingwang, what happened at work? Why did you suddenly come back just after work?"

Zhang Xingwang glanced at Wang Xiulan, who looked worried, and said casually:

"Nothing, I'm out on a business trip."

"Then you can't always come home when you're out on duty..."

"Um... I came back to get something, I'll be leaving soon."

After saying this, Zhang Xingwang hurried out, fearing that his mother would nag him about making progress.

I still think about "making progress" in my heart, but I don't dare to make progress even in my unit. If I wanted to make progress, I would have sung ten or eight songs and reached the peak of my life, but what's the use.

Not to mention the conflict with the Lie Flat Plan, once the storm starts, the Ministry of Culture will be the first to bear the brunt, and there are many ruthless people in the Ministry of Culture from top to bottom, and one of the most ruthless is among them.

If you climb too high, there are only two results: either you continue to climb and be killed to eat peanuts, or you go and live in a shed for a few days. There is not even a third option. It's worse than a family of traditional Chinese medicine. If you can sweep the streets, it means you have a lot of koi at home.

Among so many departments, the Ministry of Culture is the one that is least willing to make progress. I am planning to find a leader in two years and transfer to another department. Anyway, I don't expect to get that level of salary.

Although I understood it in my heart, I still went to the Ministry of Culture to see Director Liu. After all, I would have to look for him when I go out for a walk in the future.

After knocking on the door and entering, he looked at Director Liu who was spraying ginger water on his hair and said:

"Leader, I just can't really express the melody in my head recently. I think it must be due to my education level. I'm thinking about studying more. Can you arrange something for me?"

"Why don't you go out for a walk? I've asked you this question before. Just like the people in the Chinese Folk Music Association, if you go out to collect folk songs, you'll get some inspiration."

"Boss, I'm mainly thinking about digging into heroic deeds to see if I can find some inspiration. I heard that there are ready-made movies and scripts in this area..."

"From what you said, we still need to go to the Film Bureau?"

"Um... it's all for work. I suddenly got an idea... Director, can you arrange it for me?"

"The Film Bureau...it's not a big problem. Go find the office and get a letter of introduction. I'll call the Propaganda Department. After all, it's under their jurisdiction, so there shouldn't be any problem.

Secretary Yang is very satisfied with your last work result and has high hopes for you. You must not disappoint Secretary Yang's expectations..."

"Thank you, Director. I will definitely complete the task."

After signing the military order with his head held high and his chest puffed out, Zhang Xingwang changed the subject and quietly took out Old Man Zhang's hair growth secret recipe from his "pocket". He handed it to Director Liu with a serious face and said:

"Director, this is a secret recipe for hair growth that I bought from the countryside. Whoever uses it knows its effectiveness. It is much more reliable than yours. You can try it..."

"You are so thoughtful... I will give you as much money as you want..."

Finally, Zhang Xingwang, who couldn't refuse any more, angrily earned 2 yuan and then walked out of Director Liu's office. There was nothing he could do about it because Director Liu was a very particular person.

As they say, good things are not cheap. If you quote a few cents, people probably won't even look at it.

I hope that Old Man Zhang's master is reliable. What if Director Liu changes his hairstyle to that of Old Jiang when he comes back? Well... If that happens, maybe the person who comes back next time won't be Director Liu.