Chapter 1 1: Siheyuan

Author: I'm going to steal the tower

Chapter 1 1: Siheyuan

October 1962, the late autumn that cannot be erased.

A gravel pit near the Marco Polo Bridge in Beijing is full of busy workers.

The autumn wind is bleak, and there is a row of sycamore trees beside the inner wall of the sand and gravel yard. The wind blows and the leaves rustle.

The workers sifted sand in the field, pushed trolleys, and loaded trucks with shovels. The workers wore shabby vests and trousers, and some of them had patched trousers. They were all sweating profusely.

Dang Dang Dang~

A melodious bell rang.

"It's time to get off work, it's time to get off work..."

"Liangzi, let's go." A sweaty little fat man of seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing shabby overalls, wiped the sweat with a towel around his neck, grinned and cried to the young man next to him: "Liangzi, I won't say anything tomorrow.

I’m here, I’m suffering so much, look at my hands, they’re all blistered, I can’t bear the hardship, I won’t come tomorrow.”

Seeing how he was complaining, Zhou Wenliang grinned. To be honest, he really couldn't stand it.

too tired.

"Let's go, take today's wages and go back."

There was a long queue at the gate to collect the salary, well, it was only one yuan and twenty cents.

I didn’t have much money, and after working hard all day, I was so tired that my back ached and my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn’t even hold my fists.

On the way back, while waiting for the bus, Zhou Wenliang lost the energy to speak while listening to the fat man complaining.

Zhou Wenliang was originally an office worker. He studied art and worked as an original painter in an animation company. Because he worked overtime too late, he was hit on the way home...

It was too late for rescue at that time...

Not to mention rescuing him, he didn't even have time to format his phone. If it was discovered, his innocence would be lost!

Alas, now that I think about it, it's too late to regret it. What's the point of keeping those poisonous spiritual weeds on my phone? Not only does it corrode the mind, but it's also a waste of time. It's so late that he can't even think about it.

No matter how upset he was, he opened his eyes again and arrived here, in 1962!

Time travel to this young man with the same name and surname as him.

I was active for a long time this afternoon, finally getting used to my body and the memory in my mind.

The little fat man next to him was nicknamed Erdan, also called Fatty, and his real name was Wang Yanan.

I didn't see the name, so I thought it was a woman.

Fatty and Zhou Wenliang have been best friends since childhood. From elementary school to junior high school graduation, the two have always been very good friends.

No, the two of them graduated from junior high school and did not enter technical secondary school, let alone high school.

Technical secondary schools were very popular at this time, because graduates from technical secondary schools could be assigned to factories and receive rations of food.

The two of them had about the same grades, they often fooled around, and their studies were average. Failing was common, and getting beaten was even more common.

They didn't get into technical secondary schools, couldn't find a job, and their family was in trouble, so they had no choice but to find odd jobs to supplement their family income.

In this era of planned economy and lack of food and clothing, it is difficult to eat and no one is rich.

The Zhou family is pretty good. There are three people in the family. He has an elder sister and a younger sister. The eldest sister has married off, leaving only a younger sister who is in junior high school and Zhou's mother at home.

The source of the family's receipts is Zhou's mother. She works as an accountant in a street clinic, and her married sister can also help a little, so she can make ends meet.

In Zhou Wenliang's memory, Zhou's father seemed to have been injured on duty and died in the end.

My impression is very vague. I was young and didn't remember much at that time.

The fat man has a larger family, a family of five, old and young. It was difficult for him to eat before, and the family's salary was entirely supported by the salary of his father, Wang Gang.

By the way, Zhou Wenliang remembered something.

Wang Gang is a third-level electrician at the Hongxing Steel Plant. Thinking of the Hongxing Steel Plant, he went to the courtyard at No. 95 Nanluogu Lane where he lives now. There are three uncles in the courtyard, and there is a guy named Shazhu in the middle courtyard!

Isn't this a TV series he watched before?

The courtyard is filled with love.

Oops, it turns out that I have traveled to a plot world!

This is much more interesting!

Entering the third courtyard, there are more than a dozen families, with more than fifty adults and children, and the average living space per person is less than 8 square meters.

After passing the screen wall, there is the inverted courtyard with three small rooms. After passing the hanging flower door, there is the front yard, the east and west wing rooms and the ear room.

Then there is the hallway, with two small rooms on both sides of the hall. The hallway is the main room in the middle courtyard, and the west wing houses the Jia family. Well, Jia Dongxu is not dead yet!

The east wing is that of Yi Zhonghai, the moral heaven. There is a wing next to the east wing, and He Yuyu, the sister of Shazhu, lives in the wing. The west wing is the Jia family.

Passing the crescent gate of the central courtyard is the backyard. There are three great gods living in the backyard. The second uncle Liu Haizhong lives in the east wing. Opposite him is Xu Damao's family. The deaf old lady lives in the main room.

There are two rooms on the left and right sides of the main house.

The Zhou family lives in the east wing and the wing next to it.

In the dark, they returned to the courtyard, both hungry. The fat man said hello and hurried to the backyard. His family lived next to the deaf old lady, right next to Xu Damao's house.

Zhou Wenliang looked at the brightly lit east wing and hesitated for a moment, how to face his mother, so as not to reveal her secret at that time.

Forget it, he was very hungry. Zhou Wenliang sighed and walked over, thickening the door curtain.

The layout of the house is simple, with a round table in the middle and a few chairs next to it. On the right is the sleeping bedroom in the back room. Facing the door is a kind of altar table with portraits of leaders on it. The sense of age is overwhelming.

Zhou's mother is sewing clothes, and her sister Zhou Wenwen is doing her homework with her head down.

If nothing else, the Zhou family has very good genes, with handsome men and beautiful women. It can be seen that the 16-year-old Zhou Wenwen is a beauty.

"Brother, where have you been? I haven't seen you all day. You know how worried your mother is about you, but you didn't even say a word when you went out." My sister scolded her with a sharp mouth.

Mother Zhou worriedly asked: "Xiao Liang, what have you been doing? Why didn't you tell me when you went out?"

Zhou Wenliang was the only child in the Zhou family. Zhou's mother loved him very much. It should be said that she doted on him. The family was full of two sisters, so Zhou Wenliang was a bit sissy since he was a child. The family treated him as a girl, and his sister wore the rest.

Change the clothes for him to wear.

Because Zhou Wenliang had never experienced hardship, he looked handsome, had a soft face, was fair and fair, and spoke slowly and softly, making everyone look like a woman.

This time we went to the sand and gravel quarry because Zhou Wenliang saw that Fatty's family was in trouble, and he and Zhou Wenliang were both unemployed. They wandered around all day and made a group of old women gossip. They couldn't stand the excitement, so they found odd jobs.

"Hey, Xiaoliang, what have you done? The clothes on your body are all dirty. What's wrong with your hands? You..." Mother Zhou held Zhou Wenliang's hand and looked at the broken blisters on her palms, crying.

He beat him several times and said, "You kid, tell the truth, what did you do?"

"It's okay, I'm looking for a job. Mom, this is the money I earned today." Zhou Wenliang took out the money, gave it to Zhou's mother, washed his hands, quickly sat down at the table, picked up the steamed bun and took a big bite.

Yeah, cut your throat.

I took a big gulp of the rice porridge, which cut my throat and felt like it was not going down.

Zhou Wenliang couldn't get used to it for a while, but then he thought about it, it would be good to have steamed buns at this time, and he still had to worry about being full, while other people had to pay according to the amount.

The third uncle has a lot of people, so he has to figure out how much to eat at home. If he eats more, he won't have enough for the next meal, so he lives a more careful life.

The life of the third uncle’s family is a reflection of most people at this time.

Moreover, the third uncle is still a teacher. Today’s teachers’ salaries are low, especially for primary school teachers. Their salary is 39.5 yuan. It is indeed not easy to support a family of seven.

I broke off the steamed buns, soaked them in a plate of fried cabbage, and soaked them in vegetable soup. I ate much better.

Zhou's mother cried and asked him where he had gone, while his sister also shouted beside him with her hands on her hips.

Zhou Wenliang explained that it was okay if he didn't say anything. When he mentioned that he was going to the gravel pit, Zhou's mother felt so distressed that she kept hitting him, but it didn't use much force.

He also asked him not to go there in the future. Zhou Wenliang really didn't want to go, he really couldn't do it. His body was also weak, and it should be said that he was very delicate.

Now he still has back pain, leg cramps, and can't even lift his hands.

It was like him before. Although he was weak, he wasn't that bad.
Chapter completed!