After finishing the planning in the space, Liu Pingan stood up and opened the seal of the quilt monster. He quickly put on his clothes and put the 60 kilograms of wheat flour directly into the noodle jar in the main room. This broken jar with broken tiles is not worth much money. It is also big and heavy. The old couple who lived here before simply threw it away. No one has used it for half a year. Although it is covered with wooden boards, it is still covered with dust.

This is simple, and there is no need to use the Tai Chi diagram. Forget about grinding the flour. Just use your mental power to clean the house. Just clean it inside and out, and put the fifty pounds of flour in. By the way, sweep the dust in the whole house again. It’s not to mention that there is a lot of dust accumulated over half a year, which is two or three pounds. I put it into my own small world and threw it on a small hill to add more depth to my dream space. A little bit makes a lot.

Looking at the furnishings in the house, the kitchen stove is next to the window, connected to the kang built by the old couple in the back room. In winter, when cooking, the connection between the stove and the kang is opened. Three meals a day are cooked in a big pot near the kang. The quilt is warm at night and it won't be cold all winter. The small stove is closer to the chopping board and is usually used for cooking.

If you don’t want to seal the connection between the stove and the kang again when the weather gets warmer, you can also use a small stove to cook. However, people these days steam their own steamed buns and steamed corn bread, and there are many people in the family. A small stove may not be able to cook for the whole family in a year, so this hole will generally be sealed after the "ninth day of winter". After all, it is only a troublesome time a year. This design of kang is still very common in rural areas in the north. Usually, the kitchen is built next to the house of the head of the family. It is still in use now.

However, I heard that many rural areas are planning to bring gas to the countryside, and they are telling the villagers not to burn wood stoves. During the Chinese New Year last year, when I went back to my hometown, I saw the village chief come to our house to count the number of people and also to promote the gas supply. However, when I woke up in my room on the second floor every morning, I saw the smoke coming out of the chimneys of every household, and it seemed that the effect was not very good. I don’t know what the situation is for readers who have houses in their hometowns.

However, Liu Ping'an now lives in the main house opposite the back house. Besides, with his current physical condition, he really can't use this kang.

I took a look at the dark stove. There were still some gray ashes underneath that hadn't been cleaned up. I didn't know where the two iron pots had gone. We didn't know whether they had been bought by the old couple or taken away by our good neighbor. Anyway, it was like this when I came. There was also some firewood piled up under the stove, scattered here and there, and it didn't look like it was enough to cook a meal.

However, the dry wood that had been stored for more than half a year must have a good effect in starting a fire. That is, the three rooms of the old couple are big enough, with two main rooms and a back room, which can cover an area of ​​about 70 square meters. This is why there is room to build a stove connected to the kang in the corner near the back room.

If they were like Jia Zhangshi, a family of three squeezed into a small room of about 30 square meters, they would usually cook with a small cast iron stove without even a chimney. Those with better conditions would use a stove burning honeycomb coal, while those with worse conditions would simply use a triangular brazier.

There was nothing they could do about it. With such a small space, the average living area per person in Beijing was less than 5 square meters. The Jia Zhang family's house of more than 30 square meters was considered good. Jia Dongxu's generation was considered a local in this city.

After liberation, the state fought against landlords in the countryside and distributed land; in the city, houses were also distributed to local people. For example, the people who lived in this courtyard before liberation: Yan Bugui's family, Yi Zhonghai, He Daqing in the front yard, the deaf old lady, Xu Fugui, and Liu Haizhong's family in the back yard all had their own houses. As for the owner of such a large courtyard, no one knew where he had gone after our army took over the city.

Only outsiders like Liu Ping'an, who came from nowhere, and those who were later resettled by the steel rolling mill or other units with the help of the street office, need to pay rent every month.

At the moment, the steel mill is integrating public-private partnerships, and has not officially expanded its recruitment. It is less than half the size of a factory with 10,000 employees at its peak. However, since Lou Bancheng wisely stopped caring about the daily operations of the steel mill, the state has made great efforts to support the production and construction of the factory.

After I reported for work yesterday, I heard Wang Dayong say that the security department was checking so strictly because several production lines had been delivered in the past few days.

At this moment, the steel rolling mill has not yet expanded its enrollment, and Yard No. 95 has not yet become the exclusive resettlement yard for the Nanluoguxiang Steel Rolling Mill. Yan Bugui in the front yard is a good example. If Jia Zhangshi could be less stingy about spending a dollar or two and rent a house in the middle yard or in Yard No. 95, there wouldn't be so many fan fiction stories about forcibly locking the rooms of the predecessors who traveled through time.

But then again, one or two dollars at this time is not a small amount of money. If you eat simply, it is enough for an adult's food for a week. It's no wonder that Jia Zhang is reluctant to spend it. It can only be said that the times restricted her. The trick of fate made her lose her husband in middle age. She raised Jia Dongxu alone. In this No. 95 compound where beasts are everywhere, she can only choose assimilation as her own color. Gradually, like a painted skin, it is easy to put it on, but it can never be taken off. It is just a microcosm of widows of her age in this era.

But you've been a fake beast for so long that it gradually became real. This made Liu Ping'an very unhappy, and all the readers were unhappy too. Of course, the most unhappy one was Sha Zhu, who was reborn this time.

Just wait and see. I will not bear to give up the harvest twice a year from the two acres of land that each of you and your daughter-in-law Qin Huairu has. After the rural commune is established in 1957, your family will have a good life.

To be honest, if this happened to Liu Ping'an, if he hadn't traveled through time, until he knew the general trajectory of history, he would not have been willing to give up the two acres of land in his hometown.

Even now, if I had land in my hometown, as long as the country did not issue a red-headed document like it does now to forcibly requisition the land, I would never sell the land in my rural hometown even if I was beaten to death.

This is my only way out. Now those who have no job and no house in the city are pitiful, and those who have houses but are facing mortgage defaults are really pitiful.

People like me, returning to my hometown in the countryside and having my own piece of land, I don't ask for wealth or prosperity, but at least I won't starve to death, and it's not a problem for me to live a leisurely life every day.

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