Siheyuan: Becoming a cadre after graduating from technical secondary school

The end of the year has come, and heavy snow has fallen in the city again.

Early in the morning, Lin Keke led the children in the yard to play snowball fights.

The children were all wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, chasing each other happily, which made Lin Zongxuan, who still had a childlike heart, couldn't help but join their camp.

Lin Keke dodged several snowballs shot at her, grabbed a bunch of loose snowflakes and threw them into the sky, choking someone who was trying to attack from behind and making him sneeze.

"Lin Keke, if you have the guts, don't go home. You will definitely get beaten if you go home."

Lin Zongxuan had just wiped his face when he saw a child almost bump into a staggering figure.

The man had a gloomy face and grabbed the naughty little boy. He wanted to push him out, but his expression changed rapidly after seeing Lin Zongxuan. In the end, he just touched the little boy's head.

"This little monkey, haha."

"Brother Damao, you are back."

Lin Zongxuan walked over and asked, "Is your leg almost healed?" (Xu Damao announced that his leg was broken by Sha Zhu's kick)

"I'm almost well now. I don't need to stay in the hospital anymore. I'll just come back now."

Xu Damao forced a smile, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Lin Zongxuan. The two exchanged a few words, and then left with the help of his sister.

Only after he took two steps did he turn around as if he remembered something and shouted, "Zongxuan, remember to attend the whole school meeting tonight."

A meeting of the whole institute? That's right, Xu Damao is back, and it's time for Sha Zhu to formally apologize to him. There must be a meeting of the whole institute.

Lin Zongxuan nodded, but didn't take it seriously. After all, he had other things to do today.

What he didn't expect was that at night, he turned from a spectator into the protagonist.

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After lunch, Lin Zongxuan did not ride his bicycle, but took a bus to a small alley in Xisan Hutong. Seeing that there was no one around, he quietly entered the supermarket.

When he appeared again, he had changed from a clean-cut young man into a middle-aged man with an untidy beard.

Wearing a tattered felt hat, a worn leather coat, a pair of snow boots, and a bulge on his waist revealing the outline of a short knife, Lin Zongxuan looked at his attire with satisfaction, lowered his voice and began to talk to himself until his voice became low and hoarse, then he walked out of the alley.

Don't get me wrong, he is not planning to be a thief, but he wants to visit the pigeon market here.

In the 1960s and 1970s, the Pigeon Market was considered a major feature of the old city. It was originally named because people who sold pigeons gathered here. Later, it spontaneously formed an unlicensed and street-side material exchange gathering place.

Nowadays, almost all buyers have been to Pigeon Market. Lin Zongxuan had come here once with Xu Menghua to see the world, and this time he wanted to go there on his own to exchange some things.

When we arrived at the place, there were two sturdy men wearing masks guarding the door. Judging from the bulge on their waists, they might be real weapons.

Lin Zongxuan went over and handed over two cigarettes, then said directly, "I'm here to see Dadong."

"You're here to exchange tickets, right? Dadong isn't here, but Xiao Liao is. We're all here with him. Come in."

"also."

Lin Zongxuan thought for a moment, nodded and walked into the yard.

Anyway, Dadong was just the name of a ticket scalper that Xu Menghua gave him, so it didn't matter who he looked for.

From the outside, the Pigeon Market looks like a small courtyard, but inside it is a different world. There are people in various costumes setting up stalls, and some people dressed similarly to him walking around.

Lin Zongxuan didn't rush to find a ticket scalper, but strolled around first, just looking but not buying.

After walking around twice and getting familiar with the environment, he walked up to a man who was dressed similarly to the two people at the door and whispered, "Brother, do you have tickets?"

The man observed his surroundings, took a defensive stance, and asked cautiously, "Who introduced me here?"

Lin Zongxuan also responded in a low voice: "Hua Zi."

The ticket scalper was relieved and took him to a secluded place, introducing himself: "I'm Xiao Liao, I'm sorry, several of my colleagues have been robbed in the past few days."

"You never go too far wrong."

Lin Zongxuan was a little curious, but he didn't ask too much, and then asked: "Do you have cloth coupons?"

"Yes, yes, all kinds."

Xiao Liao lifted up his clothes and took out a bunch of colorful bills from his innermost pocket and asked, "How much do you want and how do I trade?"

Lin Zongxuan nodded and said, "Will you accept the real lotus root powder?" (Thanks to the nostalgic counter)

"Real lotus root powder? It's a good thing. I'll take as much as you have."

Xiao Liao's eyes lit up, he took Lin Chaosheng's hand and made an "eight" sign with his sleeve.

"I don't want money, I just want tickets. You can add more. I know the market price."

Lin Zongxuan shook his head, clenched and extended his fists, and did it twice in a row.

Xiao Liao's face suddenly tightened, and he said with a wry smile: "Let's not play dumb, the stuff is good, but it's hard to sell it in the current situation.

How about this, I'll take the food, at the price you mentioned, or I can take it home and eat it myself."

Lin Zongxuan smiled and nodded. He knew that Xiao Liao was not telling the truth. In the 60s, something like "real lotus root powder" was considered a high-end snack. As long as it appeared on the market, how could it not sell?

In which era can there be a lack of rich people?

Next, Lin Zongxuan carefully selected the clothes, and after finishing a cigarette, the family of five had bought new clothes for the New Year.

After collecting the cloth coupons, Lin Chaozongxuan was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he handed Xiao Liao a cigarette and continued to ask, "Do you have any radio tickets?"

"This ticket is hard to come by. I don't have it right now, but my brother has it. Do you want it?"

Xiao Liao looked at the down-and-out middle-aged man in front of him and tentatively quoted a price: "25 per piece?"

“That’s the price.”

Lin Zongxuan nodded and said, "Okay, if you don't sell it at a high price, keep it for now. I'll come back next time and buy you a whole leg of lamb."

Without a mobile phone or a computer, in this age where entertainment basically depends on shouting, Comrade Kobayashi feels that he is going crazy if he doesn't get something new.

It's okay to have a TV, as it's too eye-catching, but you can get a radio, as almost every wealthy family has one.

After leaving Pigeon Market, Lin Zongxuan did not rush home. Instead, he took a bus to the Guanghe Theater near Qianmen Xianyukou to watch a movie. Then he went to West Street to eat the authentic braised pork he had been craving for. When he saw that it was getting dark, he took a bus back home.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the yard, he saw several children throwing firecrackers on the ground. Lin Zongxuan was itching to do something, so he asked his sister for a few, but three of them were duds. He was so angry that he picked up his sister and went to the backyard.

There were already a few people gathered in the open space in the backyard. Lin's father and mother were both there. It was the same familiar scene, except that this time it was the second uncle who was sitting on a chair to maintain order.

Lin Zongxuan brought his sister to his parents and waited quietly for the show to begin.