Siheyuan: I have broken space

Only when I woke up did I realize that I was a guest.

Wang Tingxuan looked at the dilapidated room in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief. The memory in his mind told him that this was a period similar to the 1960s in China. During this period, there would be some turbulence in the future, but it would not have too much impact on him.

Big. So, as long as he doesn't act too recklessly, completing the mission alive won't be a problem.

Wang Tingxuan lives at No. 37 Nanluogu Lane, which is also the family area of ​​the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. Most of the people living nearby are workers of the steel rolling mill. No. 37 Nanluogu Lane is a three-in-one courtyard, with 12 families living in the yard.

Compared with the 28 houses in the entire courtyard, the living space is quite spacious.

The people living in this courtyard are not of very low status.

The Intermediate Courtyard houses the steward of the courtyard, Uncle Zhao, and his family. Uncle Zhao has two sons, one works in the steel rolling mill and is a level 4 fitter, and the other works in the machinery factory.

There is also a man named Guo Yong, nicknamed Guo Dapizi, who is a fifth-level fitter in the factory and the deputy director of the first workshop.

As for the other people, they all have connections, big or small, and each family is assigned a relatively spacious house.

Wang Tingxuan's family doesn't have much connection. He can live here because his parents are martyrs. Three years ago, when he was seventeen years old, he died in a mission. His father's comrades brought him to the capital and arranged

He worked as an apprentice in the No. 2 canteen of the steel rolling mill and is now a level 9 chef. He earns a monthly salary of twenty-seven and five yuan, plus subsidies from his father and mother, and his life is pretty good.

"Tingxuan, Tingxuan, it's time to have a meeting. There will be a hospital-wide meeting later." This is Chen Dashan from the hospital, a level 3 welder at the steel rolling mill.

"Okay, Brother Shanzi. I'll be here right away." Wang Tingxuan recovered his thoughts and replied.

The people in the courtyard are relatively harmonious, and there are not so many disputes. Uncle Zhao is an eighth-level fitter in the steel rolling mill. After retirement, he is responsible for helping the street mediate conflicts in the courtyard. Uncle Zhao is relatively fair, and everyone obeys him.

If there is any conflict, he can convince both sides in private, so the courtyard usually does not hold general meetings.

Uncle Zhao will only organize meetings when he needs to convey street tasks.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's start the meeting. We just received a notification from the street that our country's food production this year has been reduced due to natural disasters. In the rest of this year, everyone must be mentally prepared, and the food supply will not

That’s enough.”

Yes, it is August 1959, which is the time when the weather disaster begins. At this time, the summer grain has been put into storage, and the country will begin to control the supply of grain.

"Uncle Zhao, what should we do? We can't let people starve to death. Adults can carry it, but children can't." Chen Dashan's daughter-in-law, Sister Hua, said first.

"Daughter-in-law Dashan, why are you so anxious? The country will naturally not let everyone go hungry, but it is also very difficult to eat enough. The purpose of my meeting this time is to prepare everyone and try to save some food. Don't be like before.

We are all eating and drinking a lot. If anyone has the means, just go find something to eat by yourself, and don’t cause any conflicts in the compound because of this." Uncle Zhao was quite helpless towards Sister Hua’s noisy temperament.

Wang Tingxuan quite understood that Uncle Zhao was saying that everyone could go to Pigeon Market to buy food, but no one was allowed to report it.

Yes, the crime of speculation is quite serious these days, but the family is very difficult. Without going to the pigeon market, it is impossible to feed the family with only the rationed food.

Everyone is a human spirit. Uncle Zhao has vaccinated the people in the hospital in advance, so everyone feels more at ease. Usually, people in a hospital know the situation at home. If someone reports speculation, no one can escape. These two

During the year, there were many cases of pretending to be deaf and dumb, and no one would violate the rules.

Wang Tingxuan feels that the atmosphere in this courtyard is quite good. Although there are conflicts between neighbors, they have not caused too much conflict. If they have been living in such an environment, the turbulent period in the future will be much easier.

The all-hands meeting ended soon, and Wang Tingxuan returned home and continued to think about his family property. His family had three houses in the west wing of the central courtyard, and a small house of about 18 square meters, which was used as a kitchen.

.In addition to the house, there is also his own savings of more than 500 yuan and some bills.

The reason why he was able to save so much money was because his father's comrades in arms mailed him. Each of them didn't send much, but Wang Tingxuan also accepted their favor and decided to repay them if he had the ability in the future.

Wang Tingxuan was preparing to take a rest when Uncle Zhao came outside his house.

"Tingxuan, I am your Uncle Zhao, please open the door."

Wang Tingxuan invited Uncle Zhao into the room and said, "Uncle Zhao, what can I do at this late hour?"

Uncle Zhao said: "Tingxuan, why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?"

Wang Tingxuan was confused by the question and said, "Uncle Zhao, what's going on?"

Uncle Zhao thought Wang Tingxuan was pretending to be stupid and said, "You think Uncle Zhao is an outsider, don't you? Your No. 2 cafeteria was reported because the food was not to the workers' taste, and the factory decided to reassess you, and those who failed in your craftsmanship will be assigned

Why didn't you say anything about such a big thing in the workshop?"

Wang Tingxuan also thought about it. Now that the country is in difficulty and supplies of various materials are not abundant, how good can the food be? Canteen No. 2 is the earliest canteen in the steel rolling mill. It is relatively close to the basic departments such as the Electrical Engineering Department, Maintenance Department and Machine Repair Workshop.

It is quite far from the office of the factory leader. In addition, the chef He Yuzhu in Workshop No. 1 is very skilled, so the leaders of the factory eat in Workshop No. 1. All kinds of materials in the factory are naturally supplied to the Canteen No. 1 first, because the craftsmanship in the factory is good.

The masters who order all tried their best to be transferred to the No. 1 workshop.

Workshop No. 2 is a place that leaders generally don't pay attention to. There is no preferential treatment. Only ordinary workers will choose to eat here.

There are no supplies and no chef, so the food in Canteen No. 2 is just what you can eat. Originally, Canteen No. 1 was responsible for the entertainment of factory leaders, and Canteen No. 2 was responsible for the entertainment of grassroots departments. However, Canteen No. 2 itself failed to live up to its expectations.

The grassroots departments did not want to be served in Canteen No. 2. They had to choose other chefs in Canteen No. 1 or go outside. In this way, they still had to be ridiculed by He Yuzhu, the master chef in Canteen No. 1, and naturally they felt angry.

There was a new deputy director in charge of logistics in the factory, and Canteen No. 2 became the scapegoat and the target of the new director's authority.

Wang Tingxuan also just remembered this matter, and said to Uncle Zhao: "Uncle Zhao, for such a trivial matter, why do we need you to come here?"

Uncle Zhao said angrily: "Tingxuan, don't worry about it. The work in the workshop is too tiring, so the canteen is better. Do you want me to go to the factory director and leave you in the canteen?"

Wang Tingxuan stopped him quickly and said: "Uncle Zhao, don't worry. My skills are not bad. I never had the opportunity to cook before. Maybe I can become an eighth-level chef this time, and then my salary will rise to thirty-five yuan."

Already."

Uncle Zhao looked at Wang Tingxuan with doubtful eyes and said, "Okay, if it doesn't work, I will go to Factory Director Yang with my old face."

Wang Tingxuan said: "Don't worry, Uncle Zhao, when have I ever lied? When I become an eighth-level chef, we will celebrate together."

Seeing this, Uncle Zhao relaxed a little and said, "Okay, it's getting late. You should have a good rest."