Nostalgia: Starting from the Siheyuan

Chapter 1 The dimness of the courtyard
The day does not understand the darkness of night.Some happy and some sad!

The background of the era is unknown.

Around fall.

Heavy rain fell from time to time, and in the thunder and lightning, thick smoke was billowing from the chimneys in the rolling mill.A man with patches all over his body walked aimlessly among the panicked crowd.

Among the crowd passing by in a hurry, they ran in the icy rain with laughter and laughter.

In the narrow alleys, there are army green padded jackets all over the body, at the intersection of autumn and winter, there is autumn rain, enveloping the cold of winter.

Careful observation, this person is not very old, but his eyes are a little small, perhaps because he is afraid of raindrops.

"Silly Zhu, don't stay in a daze in the rain."

A familiar voice made the man covered in patches feel a chill in his heart.

Looking back silently, I saw a [-]-year-old woman, holding a half-year-old young man, hurriedly running into the door of the mansion.

Fools have no words.

Originally, it was just a sigh of relief that in the Spring Man Siheyuan, a room full of birds lay on the male protagonist's body, sucking blood, he got up in his spare time and smoked a cigarette.

I lamented the stupidity of the silly column.

The cigarette has not yet been extinguished, and he is in the midst of a whirlwind, returning to this special era.

An era he had never experienced.An era that just listened to the old people in the village and talked about it.I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

This era is full of unbelievable things.

Make him a little timid.

In this era, not everyone has the courage to live a good era.

An era of cheap prices, but also an era of more constraints.Although laughter and laughter came from the house from time to time, he did not want to stay too much in this era.

There is no internet, no cell phones, no e-books.Some only worry about three meals a day.

Although, in later generations, he also kept running around for three meals a day.

However, there is no preparation for starvation.As long as you work hard, you can be full, but in this era, not necessarily, because most people can't eat enough.

Just stop at the point of not being starved to death.

He stupid Zhu, a traveler, came to this era with the ideal of changing his own destiny.

With a salary of 37.5 yuan, it stands to reason that he can live a good life.

In an era when meat only cost a few cents, he wanted to eat meat until he vomited!

An empty row of small houses, with the characteristics of the old BJ courtyard house, with low eaves.One meter of sunlight leaked out, and there was only one table in the house, and it was placed in the middle alone, with two old chairs on the side.

As for the bed in the other corner, there was only a cool, thin mattress covered with patches.

Randomly placed in the corner.

He, silly Zhu, is also a systematic person.

This is an era full of opportunities, but not everyone has the potential to become a big pig farmer.Because this is an era of controlled substances.

Everything is distributed according to work!
Silly Zhu took off the patched clothes that had been soaked by the rain, and lay down in the cold bed, gradually feeling a little sleepy.

After a while, a snoring sound resounded in the room.

Until the young man he met at the entrance of the alley, tiptoely knocked over the soy sauce bottle in the room.

He just woke up leisurely.

In the dark room, big eyes staring at small eyes!
The teenager panicked and shouted.

"Sizhu, my mother asked me to get some stick noodles from you."

Panic holding the half bag of stick noodles, he dragged it out of the house.

What about soy sauce?Why take it away too!
There is only half a bag of stick noodles left in his house, which is the food for him and his sister for the next few days.

"Stop it, stick, get out of here quickly."

Silly Zhu scolded.Quickly dragging his half-pull cloth shoes and wearing shorts, he snatched back the half bag of stick noodles.

The boy's dull eyes gradually turned red.

Howling loudly.Open the curtain.Wah Wah ran to the broken tile house where he was.

shouting from time to time.

"Mom, silly Zhu bullied your son."

In the dim courtyard, from time to time, young and old, opened the curtains to watch the hustle and bustle in the courtyard.

In the eyes, there is excitement and a mentality of joining in the fun.

This is the mainstream of courtyard houses, and the big things have to be resolved through meetings.Demonstrate the authority of the elderly in the courtyard.

Although in this era, most people are like this, sitting in their own houses and watching the prosperity outside.

Silly column!

"It's the man who suffered thousands of knives and bullied my poor grandson. Qin Huairu, you don't care."

A half-buried old woman with gray hair, leaning against a stack of quilts, accused angrily.

Did not ask why, did not ask right or wrong, some only take it for granted, it seems that things should be so ordinary.

Qin Huairu's charming face also pulled down at this moment, her brows were furrowed, showing a special charm.Pretend to be fierce.

"Why did he scold you? I'm in this room and I'm cooking, and I can vaguely hear it."

The boy, his eyes dodged a little, and roared hoarsely.

"I went to his room and wanted to move the half bag of stick noodles to our room. He is an old bachelor, so he can't eat that much. What if we eat some for him?"

The old woman sat on the head of the bed and seemed a little uncomfortable. She loosened the quilt behind and sat upright.

"Yes, yes, he is a young bachelor, alone, he can't eat that much, isn't he getting paid soon? He's rich again, and he's still a little short. What's more important is that he's still growing up in the kitchen. Chef, what day, can it be compared with us?"

As it should be!

Even if he was sitting on the threshold of the house, embarrassingly trying to take out a pack of cigarettes for a puff, he could hear clearly.

Not to mention, the old and young men who opened the curtains, stood under the eaves, and joined in the fun.The gray-haired woman, under the eaves, restrained herself from laughing, but did not laugh.

Pretending to be a little hard, with his back to the silly pillar, he smiled contemptuously.

Silly Zhu, helplessly looking at the life of the courtyard house.

There is a saying that a person's skill is an article, but it doesn't need to be so obvious.

The reason why he ended up like this is not because of your family, is it?
In the early years, there were a few matchmakers who took the initiative to come to the door and say kisses to him, but they were obstructed by Qin Huairu again and again, and by Xu Damao again and again.

ruin his reputation.

Silly Zhu, listening to the yelling and scolding of a family of young and old in the house.

Silly Zhu, the souls of future generations live here now, accepting the cleansed souls of the 21st century.Inexplicably, I felt that the shackles on my body were broken.

At this moment, he decided to rewrite the fate of silly Zhu!

Yesterday is gone, look at your feet today, and rise with the wind in the future.

A beautiful wife and a beautiful concubine, there will be no shortage of one.

The mantra of the 21st century!

Congratulations!

Silly Zhu hummed a little tune.

Shaky from the house, he took out half a bottle of Erguotou.Sitting on the threshold, I drank heavily, my throat was a little hot, but at this moment, I felt a little free and easy.

(End of this chapter)