What if I haven't seen Siheyuan?

Yan Xiaoyao walked out of the street office contentedly, his brisk steps seemed to bring a spring breeze.

At this time, pedestrians were hurrying on the streets and bicycle bells were ringing one after another.

Most people's clothes are simple blue-gray tones, and occasionally you can see a few people in military uniforms, looking particularly tall and straight.

As he walked out of the street office, he was smiling and greeted everyone enthusiastically.

In this age of material scarcity, warm greetings between people are particularly precious.

When he arrived at the gate of the street office, he did not forget to hand a cigarette to the old man guarding the gate.

The gatekeepers nowadays are not the indifferent old men in later generations, but veteran soldiers who were wounded and retreated from the battlefield.

The old man took the cigarette, and a gratified smile immediately broke out on his wrinkled face, and he kept muttering, "This kid is so thoughtful!" On the surrounding walls, various propaganda slogans full of the characteristics of the times were posted, which were eye-catching and powerful.

He chatted with the old man for a few words before turning around and leaving.

The old man patted his shoulder with his rough big hand, his eyes full of encouragement and expectation.

With a Mudan brand cigarette in his mouth, Yan Xiaoyao was still thinking that supplies were really tight these days.

Even buying a pack of cigarettes requires a ticket. He originally wanted to try what the Zhonghua cigarettes of this era tasted like.

As a result, when the staff of the supply and marketing cooperative heard that he wanted to buy Zhonghua cigarettes, they immediately looked at him as if he was an idiot. Their eyes were full of disdain and questioning, as if saying: "You, you still want to buy Zhonghua?" When they asked him if he had any tickets, he was dumbfounded on the spot.

Only then did he come to his senses and curse inwardly. He forgot that these days you have to buy things with tickets, otherwise you can’t buy them even if you have money.

Then he pretended to take out the bills from his pocket, but he was actually searching the storage space for the bills from the box yesterday. After searching for a long time, the best he could find were a few Peony brand cigarette bills.

He gritted his teeth and said to the salesperson: "I forgot to bring my Zhonghua cigarette coupons today, so I'll have a pack of Peony first!"

The salesperson's eyes, which were full of "I understand", seemed to see through everything, making him feel uncomfortable. After paying, he fled out of the supply and marketing cooperative in a panic, almost tripping over the threshold.

Yan Xiaoyao still feels a little embarrassed when he thinks of the scene of buying cigarettes at the supply and marketing cooperative in the morning.

Fortunately, I still had some Peony cigarette coupons, otherwise the salesperson would have probably scolded me.

In this era, salesmen were one of the eight major employees, and they were very powerful. In addition, there were signs everywhere in the supply and marketing cooperatives that said "Don't beat innocent customers". The paper had turned slightly yellow, and the handwriting was a little blurred, but it was still eye-catching.

If it weren't for the fact that people who smoke Mudan cigarettes these days are generally from cadre families, the salesperson would have ridiculed him a little.

There is a saying circulating these days:

"Senior cadres smoked Peony, mid-level cadres smoked Xiangshan, workers, peasants and soldiers smoked 2.3 yuan (referring to Beihai brand, 2.3 yuan a box), and rural cadres smoked Dapao happily."

These are all cigarettes with filters. Nowadays, most people smoke cigarettes like Daqianmen, which do not have filters and cost only 0.12 cents a box.

Yan Xiaoyao threw away the cigarette in his mouth. The cigarette butt splashed a little spark on the ground and then went out. He remembered what Director Wang said just now.

After much effort, he persuaded Director Wang to agree to let him work at the steel rolling mill.

In today's society, industrial development is the top priority, and working in a steel mill is the dream of many people.

Thinking about what Director Wang said just now.

Director Wang said, "Since you really want to go to the steel mill, and you have just graduated from university. The school has allocation quotas. You write an application to the school to work at the steel mill, and then I will call Director Yang. I will then write you a letter of introduction, and you can go to work at the steel mill. Keep your mother's work quota for now, and when you get married in the future, let your wife come to work at our street office." When Director Wang spoke, his expression was serious with a hint of concern, and his eyes were always on him.

However, the street office only gave him a maximum of two years' stay.

Come to think of it, this result is not bad. It is probably because of the original owner's mother's kindness that such a good arrangement was made for him.

As he still had to write an application to the school, Yan Xiaoyao followed the original owner's memory and came to Capital Medical University.

Looking at the tall and straight trees on campus, the leaves rustled in the breeze.

Various posters and notices related to the development of the times are posted on the campus bulletin board.

The original owner's class teacher was found. Teacher Zhang felt very sorry that his favorite student could not stay in school to continue his studies, and was also puzzled as to why he wanted to work in a steel mill.

Teacher Zhang frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion and worry.

Teacher Zhang also specifically said that he could arrange for him to go to a large hospital, such as the Temple of Heaven Hospital, and asked him if he needed to change places.

Yan Xiaoyao also came up with an excuse he had prepared long ago, saying that there was less work there and it was quiet, and he could also study more medical books when he had nothing to do.

After a lot of persuasion, Mr. Zhang finally agreed to let me work at the steel mill, and told me that I could always ask him if I had any questions. Mr. Zhang's tone was gentle and caring, like a loving father.

Then he asked him to write an application in his office and said that he would send it to the principal after signing it and ask the principal to process it expeditiously. He should come back in two days to get the letter of introduction from the school.

After chatting with Teacher Zhang for a while, Yan Xiaoyao prepared to go home and clean up the house. After all, the original owner was a nerd, and he was devastated after dealing with his mother's funeral, so the house was now a mess.

He planned to throw away what should be thrown away, replace what should be replaced, and take care of himself at the same time.

After finishing my tidying up, I went to the bathhouse to get a haircut, take a good bath, and try out the techniques of the bath scrubbers of this era, preparing to embrace a new life.