Siheyuan: living in a prosperous era

Chapter 100 is too much

Yang Shuning skipped work half an hour early in the afternoon and rode his chariot to the gate of the Beijing Railway Bureau to pick up Wang Xue, a pregnant woman, from get off work.

It was almost time for him to get off work when he arrived. After giving each of the two doormen a blue peony, he smoked cigarettes and boasted in the guard room with the retired old man responsible for opening the door as usual.

"Boy, your Blue Peony is a good cigarette, but it's a pity that you added a filter, which makes it less powerful and not satisfying."

The old guard looked like an old man in his fifties or sixties. He seemed very inconspicuous, but he was a soldier. According to his rank, Yang Shuning had to give him a military salute.The old man was even received by the leader.

The old man was not in good health, so he applied by himself and worked as a janitor with a high salary.

"Old man, you know your body yourself. If I can give you a cigarette, I will be merciful. If you smoke some, you can enjoy it secretly. If you want to smoke a cigarette without a handle, you want to see Marx as soon as possible."

Yang Shuning is not polite. Even if your rank is higher than mine, it’s good to have a cigarette.And fortunately, I don’t want to smoke anything bad.

"Yes, that's true. My old lady has put away all the cigarettes in my house, and she said what the doctor told her to do. What's the point of living for this person if he doesn't have any cigarettes to smoke? It's better to go see Marx as soon as possible."

Yang Shuning felt that the old man was right. Smoking, drinking, and having girls were the three greatest joys in a man's life.If all hobbies are gone, then the person's life will indeed be boring. It is better to die early and be reborn early, and be a good man again in 18 years.

Some people feel that it is better to die than to live, and they are willing to let their quality of life plummet in order to survive.

However, Yang Shuning firmly believes in the truth that "you can't make friends with people who don't have addictions" and "sages don't care about their hearts when it comes to their deeds, and there is no perfect person when it comes to their hearts." There are no real saints in the world.

Life is nothing more than fame and fortune.

Therefore, no matter Yang Shuning's past life or this life, the friends he made all had more or less shortcomings.

Some value power, such as Li Huaide.Some value profit, such as Xu Damao.

Don’t think it’s wrong for doctors to smoke. There are a lot of doctors who smoke, especially internists. In this day and age, there are really few doctors who don’t smoke.

"Okay, your guy is out. Come and chat with the old man next time. I'll bring some cigarettes to you tomorrow. Since I don't smoke at home, I'll take it as a gift in return for you giving me cigarettes."

Although the old guard was older, he came from a battlefield and his eyesight was better than Yang Shuning's. He could see Wang Xue walking out of the office building from a distance.

"Okay, old man, I won't be polite to you anymore. I don't have the cigarettes that I don't have. I will definitely give you the ones that have the ones when I come."

After Yang Shuning finished speaking, he walked out of the guard room, picked up Wang Xue and rushed home.

Back in the courtyard, when he passed by Yanbu Gui's house, he saw him sitting at the door and taking a nap with a cattail leaf fan. Yang Shuning also had a childlike innocence and wanted to tease him.

"Teacher Yan, it seems like a dollar fell under your feet."

Yang Shuning walked to Yan Bugui and said loudly.

"Where? Where?"

Yan Bugui, who seemed to be sleeping, suddenly woke up, lowered his head and searched around his feet.

"Haha, just kidding. Don't mind."

Yang Shuning laughed for a while.

"You're just making fun of me, your third uncle, what's the matter?"

Yan Bugui picked up the cattail leaf fan in his hand and shook it twice.

"Xue'er, you go home first, I'll have a conversation with Teacher Yan."

Yang Shuning asked Wang Xue, who was amused by Yang Shuning's behavior to cover his mouth and snicker, to go home first, and then continued to talk to the third uncle:
"Teacher Yan, you said that you have always said that your family's income is low, so why don't you let the third aunt make a matchbox or something?" "Haha, it's not that I don't want to, but it's absolutely impossible."

Yan Bugui smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Why? Is it so strict?"

Yang Shuning asked in surprise.

"I think Shu Ning, you may have some misunderstanding. We only have one match factory in the capital, and the amount of match boxes we need is only that large. Therefore, not everyone can paste match boxes. Only poor households are eligible to apply."

"Of course, it's okay if you can find acquaintances there, but you have to be careful about being reported by others."

"Have you not seen that Qin Huairu's mother-in-law, Mrs. Jia Zhang, is busy making cloth shoes at home every day. She also wants to apply for pasting matchboxes and earn some money for chewing rice, but she can't. The per capita living expenses of her family is more than nine yuan. This It’s already 5 yuan above the poverty line, so she’s not qualified.”

"The same applies to your third aunt and first aunt. They can only sit idle at home every day."

Yan Bugui shook his cattail leaf fan and talked about the information he had learned.

"What? Is it very profitable to paste matchboxes? Is it so popular? I thought I could apply as an individual."

"I didn't expect that only needy households with less than 5 yuan per capita can apply."

Yang Shuning was also confused. It seemed that he did not understand the hardships of the people at the bottom.

"How do you say this? I learned before that you can get 1 yuan and 8 cents for processing 2 outer boxes, and 5 yuan and [-] cents for processing [-] inner boxes. The price is very low, but the key is this job It does not matter whether the weather is good or bad, day or night, and there is no labor intensity. Men, women, old and young can do it."

"A family of five or six people can work like this for a month. Sometimes they can get 30 yuan, and sometimes they can get 4 or 50 yuan. It's a good job."

“There are so many needy households, and the amount of matchbox paste is only so large, many needy households cannot apply.”

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, his envy was palpable. He was currently idle during the summer vacation and wanted to make some money, but it was no use.

"This……"

Yang Shuning was stunned. This was too complicated, and it would be harder than finding a job in future generations.No wonder Zhu Shitou can only stay at home every day. It turns out that it's not that he doesn't want to work hard, it's that he doesn't have the opportunity to work hard.

"But now I heard that the match factory may expand, and maybe there will be another opportunity then."

Yan Bugui sighed after finishing speaking.

"I understand. Thank you, Teacher Yan, for clarifying my doubts. If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

Yang Shuning suddenly felt uninterested. The life of ordinary people was really too hard. After all, the courtyard he lived in was a working class, and it was much better than the people in society.

"By the way, Shu Ning, how are Sha Zhu and Xu Damao doing? How will the security department deal with it?"

"I don't know, Xu Damao is getting better soon, and Shazhu should be out soon."

During dinner in the evening, Yang Shuning asked Liu Fang, who was helping at their home,
"Sister Fang, has your family ever applied for pasted matchboxes before?"

Liu Fang was a little surprised by Yang Shuning's question. She didn't understand why he suddenly asked such a question, but she still answered as expected:
"I must have applied, but by then Aunt Wang had already found a job for me as a cleaner, and the street office gave the opportunity to families with lower incomes."

Liu Fang's family of four relies on Liu Fang's monthly salary of 15 yuan, which is less than 4 yuan per person. They can't apply for a matchbox-gluing job, which shows how fierce the competition is.

(End of this chapter)