Siheyuan: I just want to live

Chen Feng came back to his senses and realized that he had been in this mysterious space for a long time. It was time to leave here and return to the real world. He silently told himself to stay calm and began to recall what happened before entering the space.

Then, Chen Feng turned and walked to the corner where the tools were placed, picked up a sturdy and durable hammer, and picked up a few nails of suitable length. He thought to himself: "I wonder if these items can be taken out of this space. If they can, that would be great!"

With full of expectation and curiosity, Chen Feng concentrated his mind and silently thought about leaving the space. In an instant, a ray of light flashed, and he found himself standing in the courtyard again.

When he looked down at his hands, he was pleasantly surprised to feel a heavy weight - it was the hammer and nails he had just chosen! Chen Feng couldn't help but show an ecstatic expression, and said to himself: "I was worried that I wouldn't be able to bring these things out, and I even planned to go out and buy new tools. I didn't expect it to work! This not only saves a lot of money, but also makes it much more convenient."

With the tools in hand, Chen Feng took out the shining honor plaque from the box without hesitation. He held the plaque tightly, as if it carried endless honor and responsibility.

Chen Feng walked to the door, held the honor plate in his hand and looked at it for a moment, then picked up the nail and carefully nailed it to the door. Every knock was accompanied by a crisp sound - "bang bang bang". The sound echoed in the silent air, as if it was a declaration, showing the honor of this family to the world.

After a short while, Chen Feng completed the task. There were three neatly arranged honor plaques on each side, symmetrical to each other, like a beautiful landscape. Chen Feng looked at his masterpiece and thought to himself, "In this way, no one should come to cause trouble for no reason, right?"

After entering the house, Chen Feng locked the door and began to pack up the valuables in the house. He first put the cooking oil, grain and banknotes together, and then carefully checked all the documents to make sure nothing was missed. Finally, he put these important things together with the hammer into the mysterious space. After doing all this, Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to feel more at ease.

Sansheng carefully washed two empty bottles and then carefully put them into his worn-out schoolbag. This so-called schoolbag was actually just a simple shoulder bag made of two pieces of cloth and a strap.

After finishing everything, Chen Feng stood up and reached out to pick up the lock on the side. He gently turned the key, making a crisp "click" sound, then pushed the door open, walked out of the room and locked the door tightly. At this moment, the yard was unusually quiet, without any noise. Because everyone else had gone to work, the whole yard seemed particularly deserted.

Chen Feng walked straight towards the gate, his steps firm and powerful. When he passed the middle courtyard, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Qin Huairu who was washing clothes. He just glanced at Qin Huairu indifferently, without stopping for long, and then continued to walk towards the door.

After leaving the gate, he identified the direction and walked towards the street office. He first had to go to the street office to cancel his grandfather's household registration and replace the real estate certificate, and then ask about the succession matters.

Soon they arrived at the gate of the street office. The old street office was located in a quadrangle with three entrances. Chen Feng walked in. At this time, an old man shouted from the gatehouse:

"What are you doing? Don't you know this is the neighborhood office? You're just barging in? What are you talking about, young man?"

"I'm so careless!" Chen Feng didn't care to regret it, and turned right quickly to see. The old soldier, who looked to be in his 50s and who might have retired from some battlefield, took out half a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and respectfully handed it to him, saying, "Old man, this is not my first time to come to the street office. I was thinking about something and didn't pay attention."

The old man took the cigarette and his expression improved, but he still complained, "If I didn't think you were a bad guy because you were young, I would have just done what you did and snatched it from you. Do you think you are wronged?"

"Who are you? What are you doing here at the neighborhood office? Who are you looking for?"

"I'm Chen Feng, the grandson of Fusheng from No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. I came here today to ask about the succession, but I don't know who to find." (Chen Fusheng is the original owner's grandfather) Chen Feng looked like a lackey, there was nothing I could do ╮(﹀＿﹀)╭They have a wooden warehouse, and they can find a legitimate reason to beat you up, what can I do?

"Go to the easternmost room in the backyard. That's the office of Director Wang from the Street Office. Just go find her." The old man waved his hand nonchalantly and pointed behind him. "And put away your behavior. I want to beat you up just by looking at you!"

"Oh! Got it! Thank you, sir! I'll go there right away." Chen Feng said as he walked quickly towards the backyard of the subdistrict office. "Hey! This brat!" The old man shook his head and went back to the gatehouse.

Chen Feng came to Director Wang's office and knocked twice. A voice came from inside: "Come in."

Chen Feng gently pushed the door open, and the door hinge made a slight "creaking" sound. He walked into the room and his eyes fell on the middle-aged woman sitting behind the desk against the back wall. She was about 40 years old, wearing a simple and neat Lenin suit. The color of the clothes seemed a bit dark, but it revealed a sense of stability and dignity; the shoulder-length short hair gave people a simple and neat impression, and the hair fell neatly by the ears without a trace of disorder.

From the outside, the first impression left by this middle-aged woman is that she is capable. Her clothes, hairstyle and behavior all show a vigorous and decisive style.

Looking at the room again, there is only a table, two chairs, and two cabinets for files on the right. On the desk are a pen holder, a phone, two teacups, and a bust of an old man. In the left corner, there is water warming on a stove, and there is a rattan thermos on the floor at the corner of the table. There is nothing else in the room, it is very simple.

"You are..." Chen Feng walked to the table, Director Wang raised his head and asked Chen Feng in confusion

"Oh! My name is Chen Feng, and I'm the grandson of Chen Fusheng from No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. My grandfather passed away a few days ago. I came here today to cancel his household registration and change the householder to me. I also want to transfer the house to my name, and by the way, ask about the succession."

As he spoke, he took out the household registration book, house certificate, grain certificate, coal certificate, non-staple food certificate and other materials from his shoulder bag and handed them to Director Wang.

Director Wang took the materials and read them before saying, "I'll write the letter of introduction first and I'll take you to get the other materials later." He then took out a piece of paper and started writing on it. After a while, he finished writing and put it in the envelope and sealed it.

Then Director Wang picked up his documents, stood up and walked out, saying, "Come on, Comrade Chen, I'll take you to get other documents."

"Hey! OK, Director Wang." Chen Feng quickly followed behind Director Wang. He secretly sighed that what a good comrade he was! He was rare in later generations. Chen Feng followed behind Director Wang and worked for more than half an hour, and finally all the materials were ready.

"Xiao Chen, it's not Friday yet, but it's too late to arrange other things now. How about this, you go to the scrap recycling station to take over next Monday, and come to me if you encounter any problems." Director Wang said as he handed a thick stack of materials to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng quickly reached out to take the materials and carefully stuffed them into his schoolbag. Then, he looked up at Director Wang and said sincerely, "Okay, thank you for your concern and trust! If I need anything, I will ask you for advice in time. Then...can I go home now?"

Director Wang nodded in agreement: "Okay, you can go back and rest early!" After getting approval, Chen Feng put on his backpack, turned around and left the office, heading outside.

When Chen Feng walked past the gatehouse, he greeted the security guard with a smile: "Uncle, I'm going home." The uncle looked up and responded: "Well~ Is everything done?" He nodded to show that everything was going well: "Yes, it's all done, so I'm going back first." The uncle seemed a little worried and advised: "Oh~! In that case, then go back quickly, but don't act rashly like this in the future." Chen Feng humbly accepted the uncle's teachings and quickly responded: "Okay, I see! Thank you for your advice! Then I'll leave now, goodbye!" After a brief conversation with the security uncle, Chen Feng turned and left the street office.

Chen Feng walked out of the street office slowly, thinking about what to do next. With a firm gaze and hurried steps, he ran straight towards the Beixinqiao Trust Store.

Chen Feng was so anxious because he urgently needed a bicycle and a watch. However, what was puzzling was that he did not choose to go to the department store, but instead targeted the trust store. The reason was actually very simple - there were no tickets!

In that special era, many commodities needed to be purchased with tickets, but the second-hand items sold in the trust store did not require tickets. Because of this, Chen Feng decided to try his luck at the trust store.

Chen Feng did not buy the bicycle and the watch for the purpose of showing off or being cool. In fact, it was because he was used to the convenient lifestyle of later generations where he could check the time anytime and anywhere. Now in this era, he felt quite uncomfortable without a watch.

The reason for buying a bicycle is purely to solve the transportation problem. After all, in this era, walking is too time-consuming and tiring. Just going to the street office, a whole morning has passed quietly, and I am already exhausted and out of breath.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng quickened his pace, hoping to reach the trust store as soon as possible and buy the items he wanted. He knew very well that in this strange time and space, time is money and efficiency is life. Only by adapting to the environment better can one survive better.