Siheyuan: Starting to work in the street office

Zhong Shan walked out of the room and tightened his collar with his hands. The city in October was gradually getting colder. After getting used to the temperature outside, he slowly walked out of the courtyard.

His home is in the front yard, close to the gate. Those who should go to work during the day will go to work, and those who are at home will not stay outside when the weather turns cold.

Zhong Shan paused and walked towards the street entrance. On the street, there were old buildings with blue bricks and gray tiles, as well as slogans on the walls that were unique to this era.

Zhong Shan found a bun shop which was a joint venture between the state and private sectors. He bought a few buns and ordered a bowl of fried liver. It tasted good even though there was not much meat in it. After eating, he bought a few more buns to take away and put them in the space when no one was paying attention. This way, he had a meal for the evening.

Zhongshan walked and walked until he came to the edge of the moat. When he saw that he had reached this place, Zhongshan did not turn back, but sat down by the side, looking at the moat, thinking about what his future path should be.

Zhong Shan originally graduated from Yanjing Agricultural School. After graduation, he was assigned to the Jiaodaokou Subdistrict Office, but he had not yet reported for work when the current Zhong Shan came.

Looking at the moat in front of him, Zhong Shan suddenly thought of his own space.

In the time-travel novels I read in my previous life, the protagonists all used space to catch fish. This was an idea, and Zhong Shan also wanted to give it a try.

It's just that other people's space collects things piece by piece, while mine can only extend a line mentally. Other people use shotguns to hit a large area, while mine uses a small pistol to hit one point at a time. But it's better than nothing, after all, people should learn to be content!

Thinking of this, Zhongshan's spirit reached into the water, but he couldn't even touch the tail of a fish, let alone the fish.

Zhongshan tried a few more places and suddenly felt a small box under the water. A small box? Sijiu City had just experienced the war years. Many capitalists and bald people fled, or the enemy spies threw in countless money. All that could be fished out was fished out, and some were deep under the water and could not be found, so they sank to the bottom of the river. Unexpectedly, he met the cheating Zhongshan, which was a good thing for him.

Zhong Shan put the small box into the space, and moved to several other places, trying again and again. When he got tired, he drank a sip of water from the space. In an afternoon, he found four or five boxes.

In the next few days, Zhong Shan bought a few buns every day and walked all over the moat. He found more than 30 boxes and bags. Zhong Shan stopped this glorious and great undertaking. It was not because there were no more, but because Zhong Shan could not find them anymore. After so many days, he had been using his mental power at an extremely high intensity every day. He felt that his mental power was exhausted every night when he came back. He had a severe headache, and drinking the water in the space did not work. However, after so many days, his mental power did increase, and the range also increased from 5 meters to more than 6 meters.

After returning from the moat, Zhongshan went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two boxes of Peony cigarettes. He then went to the clothing store and bought a Zhongshan suit and a pair of calfskin shoes. After handing the money and the receipt to the salesperson, he left the supply and marketing cooperative.

Zhongshan returned to the courtyard with the things he bought from the supply and marketing cooperative. When he passed through the gate of the courtyard, the third uncle was watering the flowers in front of the window. Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw Zhongshan who had just returned, and said enthusiastically:

"Hey, Zhongshan, you just came back. I haven't seen you in the past two days since you came back. You must have graduated!"

Zhong Shan looked at the old man with glasses on, suppressed his fatigue, and responded with a smile:

"Uncle, you are watering the flowers. It's graduation time. I've been to my classmates' houses these past two days. The weather has turned cooler. You should water the flowers less."

"Hey, that's true. We can't leave them outside after a while. We have to bring them indoors." Yan Bugui looked at his beloved flowers, which had become a little wilted in the past two days.

Zhongshan still had a good impression of the third uncle. When he was in elementary school, the third uncle was Zhongshan's Chinese teacher. Although Yan Bugui had a habit of taking advantage of others, who wouldn't like to take advantage of others in this era of food and clothing shortages? Moreover, for Zhongshan, who was once his student, he still had a little bit of dignity as a teacher, so he never took advantage of the Zhong family.

"Okay, Uncle Third, you are busy, I will go back to the house first!"

Zhong Shan said politely to Yan Bugui, and walked towards his house with a smile. There was nothing in the house, so he didn't lock it.

Zhong Shan had also read time-travel novels in his previous life. Many of them said that the courtyard houses were not locked. In fact, they were locked, but it was just because these uncles’ homes had more scenes in the TV series, and there were almost always people at home. The aunts rarely left home, so there was naturally no need to lock the houses.

If no one is at home, the door must be locked. Otherwise, not to mention the children breaking in, the newly liberated city was not so peaceful. There were many people who broke into the house and picked the locks and went hungry. There were also enemy spies. How could one not have a strong sense of defense!

Yan Bugui looked at Zhong Shan's back as he walked home, and opened his mouth to ask where he was assigned, but he forgot about it because of the interruption just now. But after thinking about it, he decided not to ask. The boy from the Zhong family has been a taciturn person since he was young. He knows everything, but he won't tell you even if you ask him before he starts working.

Zhong Shan entered the east wing and looked at the bare walls of his house. He had not thought too much about it these past few days because he had just traveled through time and was busy cleaning the moat every day. But now, it seemed that the house really needed to be cleaned up.

He closed the door, took out a few buns from the space, lit the honeycomb coal stove, boiled a pot of space water, and then sat quietly on the bed with his eyes closed to rest. He was really exhausted these days.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Shan felt refreshed and entered the space. Looking at the boxes and bags, he began his harvest time.

After sorting them out, there were more than 70 large yellow croakers, and more small yellow croakers, more than 100. The most valuable items were silver dollars, which were placed in a small pile. There were also some jewelry and bracelets, which were absorbed by the space and stayed quietly in the corner.

There were some banknotes in the bag, which were the second set of banknotes issued in 55. There were more than 500 big black ten notes, which was more than 5000 yuan. Zhongshan put the banknotes together with his own more than 3000 yuan.

A large yellow croaker weighs 312.5 liang, which is 31.25 grams now. A small yellow croaker weighs 2000 liang, 200 grams. The current bank purchase price for a large yellow croaker is 3 yuan, and for a small yellow croaker is 8000 yuan. It will definitely be higher in private transactions. Even a silver dollar is yuan each, but Zhongshan does not plan to sell it. He has money but cannot spend it now. And the more than yuan is enough for his own use.

In a leather bag, Zhongshan found another pistol, which he had seen on TV in his previous life, the legendary Continental pistol, the Browning M1903 pistol, and two boxes of bullets, all wrapped in oil paper. Jiangshan liked it more and more, and played with it for a while, then put it aside. This thing could not be seen in the light, so it could only be played in space.

Finally, Zhongshan took out the letter of introduction issued by the school. After wasting so much time, he should report to the street office.

Since we are in this era, we still have to work. Unlike later generations, where you can spend your money however you want, in this era, work is equivalent to your social status.

After the work is done, the house also needs to be renovated. Now the housing supply in the city is very tight, and many families have several people squeezed into one or two rooms.

It is already very good for Zhongshan's family to have three rooms, and they are private houses. If they can connect water pipes into the house and build a bathroom, the quality of life will be greatly improved.

We also need to build a kang. The winter in the north is still very cold. It is autumn now, so the renovation must be completed before winter.

the next day.

After waking up and washing up, Zhongshan put on a brand new Zhongshan suit and looked at himself in the mirror at the door: Well, you can tell at first glance that you are a promising young man!

After leaving the courtyard, I went to the bun shop and ordered three buns and a bowl of fried liver. After eating, I went to the Jiaodaokou Street Office.

The Jiaodaokou Sub-district Office is located in a two-story courtyard on the side of the road. Zhong Shan arrived at the door of the sub-district office, stood there and looked inside: I will work here from now on!