Siheyuan: Becoming a cadre after graduating from technical secondary school

"Dear viewers, thank you for watching today's game."

"You are now watching the men's singles table tennis final of the Tokyo Olympics. Just like that, Chinese player Ma Yunchi defeated Chinese player Fan Xiaopang 6:4 after 2 rounds of competition. This is his second successful victory after winning the gold medal in this event at the 2016 Rio Olympics. Fan Xiaopang from Hunan won the runner-up."

The end of a game was still being broadcast on the Internet TV hanging high on the first floor of the mall.

At the far end of the TV, there is a flowing note:

[?? Time: July 7 evening, 30 Tokyo Olympic Table Tennis Men's Singles Final]

Lin Zongxuan has watched this ending countless times and can even remember exactly when the sweat beads on the contestant's face fell to the ground.

The mall was still empty, as if time and space were frozen here, forever stuck in those few seconds when Lin Feng fell to the ground and lay dying in his previous life.

Lin Zongxuan can move freely here, eat, drink, defecate and urinate at will. Anyway, every time he re-enters this small space since the 60s, it feels like a new place.

What was eaten and drunk was replenished and all the trash was cleared away.

But he couldn't get out.

The mall's door, which was originally open, was now tightly closed and could not be opened no matter what.

He had tried many things before, such as using the cashier's computer to contact the outside world, but there was no internet; he also tried to break the second-floor window with a fire extinguisher, but it was broken but restored to its original state immediately.

He once tried to dig a hole out of the ground, but it was so funny, he couldn't do it at all.

Only after he was sure that he could take something out of this space did Lin Zongxuan regain some of his spirit.

He could only keep comforting himself: Since I can't go back, I'll just live a good life in this world.

Although the golden finger brought by time travel is somewhat useless, others can't get it even if they want it.

After collecting his thoughts, Lin Zongxuan found a tea counter on the first floor and looked at it carefully.

Maojian, Jinjunmei, Biluochun, Anxi Tieguanyin,,,

There are green tea and black tea of ​​various specifications, which almost made Lin Zongxuan, who doesn't drink tea often, overwhelmed.

Fortunately, in a period drama he had watched before, there was such a clip:

A factory director of a state-owned enterprise excitedly said when entertaining guests: "This is the best Tieguanyin!"

It’s you, Tieguanyin, you can tell at first glance that this is an old tea from two years ago!

Lin Zongxuan took out a rag bag he brought from the 60s, weighed six taels of tea with an electronic scale, then quietly closed his eyes and silently repeated three times in his mind: I want to go out.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself still lying on the bed in the cabin. He touched the small cloth bag in his pocket and found it was heavy.

After leaving the bedroom, Lin Zongxuan closed the main door first, then opened the small cloth bag and asked Father Lin: "Is this tea of ​​good quality?"

Lin Shuming carefully picked out a few dark green tea leaves with his fingers, put them in front of his eyes and observed them carefully for a while, then put them in his mouth and chewed them.

He gave a thumbs up: "Good tea, Tieguanyin, your classmate has a good family background."

"Besides, it's very good for you."

Father Lin looked at Lin Zongxuan suspiciously. This boy is tall and has heroic features, which is more in line with the current female aesthetic. Could he have found a partner in school without telling his parents?

Otherwise, would you just give such good tea away as a gift?

Even their factory manager may not be able to drink it!

Forget it, the children have grown up now, and if they want to find a partner, they have to arrange their work first.

The father and son discussed the process again. After a while, seeing that the time was almost up, Lin's father rode a Fei Ge 28-bar bicycle and drove quickly towards the street office with Lin Zongxuan.

In fact, in this period when everyone is concerned about the present, the Reception Office is still a very important institution.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China in 1949, the old government implemented the baojia system at the grassroots level. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the baojia system was abolished, and district-level governments were established at the grassroots level in large cities, with street offices under the districts.

The situation changed constantly, and the power of the street office kept increasing and decreasing. It was not until 1962, when the communes were gradually abolished and the street offices were restored, that things gradually stabilized.

As soon as the Lin father and son arrived at the gate of Qingyun Community Street Office, they were stopped by the gatekeeper. After informing the gatekeeper of their names and handing him a "Da Qianmen" cigarette, the gatekeeper looked at Lin Zongxuan carefully, suddenly took a breath, and took two steps back.

,,,Do you know how much harm your two steps back have caused me?

Lin Zongxuan recalled carefully and suddenly realized with embarrassment that this seemed to be not his first time here.

Long before the original owner had learned well, he was often caught here to attend ideological education classes, but the classes were not taught well and led the young clerks who attended the classes astray.

This old man guarding the door seems to be the clerk's father?

Fortunately, Director Wang hadn't come yet at that time, so he probably wasn't very aware of the original owner's "glorious deeds".

The old man took a peek inside, then walked out of the yard, took out a match, lit a cigarette, and took two deep breaths before he came to his senses.

Looking at Lin Zongxuan, he said earnestly: "My son is not here today, go in."

"After you go in, go directly to the leftmost side of the second floor of Yard 3 to find Director Wang. This is Director Wang's special arrangement. She has heard a lot about you."

Bad Food, I've heard of your name for a long time, but I wonder if it's the good name of 'the prodigal son who returns' or the bad name of 'the red star tyrant'?

After entering the yard and asking a few people, I finally found the place, a small room with a nail on the door and a wooden sign hanging on it. There were three big words painted on the wooden sign: Director's Office.

Father Lin went forward and knocked on the door first, then pushed it open after hearing the noise inside. The office was not big, and there sat a woman in her early forties, wearing glasses and with a calm expression, looking up at them.

Lin Zongxuan stepped forward and said respectfully:

"Hello, Director Wang. I am Lin Zongxuan, the child of Lin Shuming from the Red Star Courtyard in Qingyun Hutong. Four years ago, I went to school in Shen City. I graduated this year and came back. The school asked me to report to the street office first."

Director Wang looked at Lin Zongxuan carefully with a serious expression, which made the father and son of the Lin family very nervous. Suddenly, he burst out laughing.