Life in siheyuan era

This morning, a large bowl of noodles was placed in front of Zhou Zhiyuan. There were rules for eating this bowl of noodles: first, take a bite of the noodles, then eat two eggs in a row. He was going to register today, and he would definitely score a hundred points. Lin Shurong would never give up the pursuit of a perfect score.

Lin Shurong insisted on doing this, Zhou Dehou believed in it, and Zhou Zhining also believed in it. He couldn't break the myth of one bowl of noodles and two fried eggs.

Carrying this myth, Zhou Zhiyuan stood not far from the Xingyi Subdistrict Office, thinking about some details to pay attention to when registering. What would the leaders of the subdistrict say, and how should he answer?

He had basic information. Qiu Jianye, the director of the subdistrict office, was somewhat domineering, while Secretary Zou Hong was relatively gentle. As for the two deputy directors, Nie Yucheng was a cultured person, while Li Huaiyi was a social butterfly.

This information was extracted from other people's fragmented words, and it needed to be carefully pondered at this time, but the corner of his eye caught sight of that round figure turning back again.

This bicycle had just passed by him, and the round figure on the bike carefully looked at him.

He didn't mind non-aggressive attention, but the fact that this round figure turned back made him care. He looked up and saw that white, chubby, round face. Zhou Zhiyuan smiled happily. Zhang Yong, his classmate, was right in front of him.

Zhang Yong also recognized him, shouted "Zhiyuan!" and jumped off his bicycle, ignoring the sound of the bicycle falling to the ground with a bang.

Zhou Zhiyuan opened his arms, and the two hugged each other tightly.

This hug allowed the two to compare height and weight. Zhang Yong was half a head shorter than him, but his figure could hold one and a half of him.

After the two separated, Zhang Yong asked in surprise, "How did you become so refined? Did you serve as a cultural soldier for five years?"

Because of special reasons, he had lost contact with Zhang Yong these years. Zhang Yong didn't know about his situation in the army.

Zhou Zhiyuan explained, "I didn't become a cultural soldier. I was promoted to squad leader after joining the army for half a year. As a squad leader, I had to work hard to change my previous style. After changing and changing, I became like this."

This explanation made Zhang Yong ponder for a moment. He couldn't think of any questions. He looked at those pure eyes and said, "Those eyes have become more and more pure."

His tone carried a hint of jealousy. He used to envy Zhou Zhiyuan for having such eyes. Now, he continued to express his jealousy and said regretfully, "You've grown another half a head."

He began to regret it again. Five years ago, the two were about the same height, but now Zhou Zhiyuan was half a head taller than him.

Zhou Zhiyuan smiled and said, "The army cultivates people well. It would be a disservice to the army if I didn't grow taller."

Zhang Yong asked in surprise, "Does growing taller have anything to do with the army's cultivation?"

"Of course. The army's cultivation is all-round. If you want to grow taller, go to the army," Zhou Zhiyuan promoted the army.

"Heh..." Zhang Yong smiled.

Zhou Zhiyuan asked seriously, "How is Teacher Luo? How is Uncle Zhang?"

Zhang Yong replied happily, "They're all fine. My dad was transferred to the Beijing Power Plant as chief engineer four years ago, and my mom teaches at Fifteenth Middle School. My dad went to the Northwest a few days ago, and my mom has been talking about you these past two days."

"Did you make Teacher Luo angry?"

Zhou Zhiyuan suspected, and Zhang Yong quickly defended himself, "No, I'm a filial son."

Zhang Yong asked, "How did you come to Beijing?"

Zhou Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Like your parents, my parents and brother were transferred to the Beijing Steel Plant to work two years ago. I came to Beijing after my military transfer to accept the assignment."

Zhang Yong asked in surprise, "Transferred? Did you get promoted, kid?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied with a serious expression, "A company grade officer."

He didn't say deputy company grade. Section Chief You told him that deputy company grade officers who were transferred to local areas would be treated as company grade.

This was a policy regulation because the salaries of military officers were higher than local salaries, so military officers were downgraded by half a grade after being transferred.

Zhou Zhiyuan accepted this treatment, but Zhang Yong said regretfully, "It's so good to be in the army. Why did you transfer?"

Zhou Zhiyuan told the truth, "My right hand was crippled during battlefield fighting. I can't serve as a military commander. What's the point of staying in the army?"

Zhang Yong exclaimed, "Your right hand is crippled?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied in a low voice, "Don't be so loud. It doesn't hinder me from fighting and beating people."

Zhang Yong's round face twitched a few times, and he sighed and asked, "Have you been assigned a job yet?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied briskly, "Xingyi Subdistrict Office."

Zhang Yong immediately shouted happily, "That's great! We'll be colleagues in the future."

He also worked at the Xingyi Subdistrict Office and was the temporary head of the Comprehensive Office.

The two chatted for a while. Zhou Zhiyuan saw two figures pushing bicycles towards the gate of the subdistrict office and hurriedly said, "Section Chief You is here. I'll talk to you after I register."

After saying that, Zhou Zhiyuan strode towards the two figures. Zhang Yong helped up his bicycle, straightened the front wheel, and leaned over to ride towards the gate of the subdistrict office.

Zhou Zhiyuan caught up with Section Chief You and greeted him.

Section Chief You stopped and introduced the young woman next to him, "Comrade Zhou Zhiyuan, this is Comrade Han Xue, a cadre sent by the Public Security Bureau."

Then he turned to Han Xue and said, "Comrade Han Xue, this is Comrade Zhou Zhiyuan, a transferred military officer."

Section Chief You introduced the two. Zhou Zhiyuan looked at Han Xue's right hand and, seeing that she didn't intend to reach out, nodded slightly.

Han Xue also looked at his right hand and, seeing that he didn't intend to reach out, looked at him in surprise.

There were no etiquette lessons at this time, and Han Xue didn't know that she should reach out first. She didn't intend to shake hands, so Zhou Zhiyuan naturally wouldn't reach out.

According to the requirements of a handshake, the man who reaches out first is the superior or elder. Men of the same generation cannot reach out first. Zhou Zhiyuan didn't have a habit of acting like an elder.

The attitude of the two surprised Section Chief You. This handsome man and beautiful woman were both serious.

"Is there a conflict between the two of them?" With this question, Section Chief You walked inside, not noticing a fat man riding a bicycle past them.

Zhou Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Yong and secretly praised his behavior of not looking sideways. Zhang Yong showed a mature side.

Han Xue didn't pay attention to the fat man. She was still pondering Zhou Zhiyuan's attitude. She didn't believe that Zhou Zhiyuan had any opinions about her. The two had never met before, and she had never even heard of him, so it was impossible for a conflict to arise.

But Zhou Zhiyuan's refusal to reach out made her feel uncomfortable. She didn't like being grabbed by a man's hand, but that was a way to show enthusiasm, and Zhou Zhiyuan wasn't enthusiastic.

With this doubt, Han Xue followed Section Chief You inside.

The three walked silently into the courtyard gate, passed through the front yard and came to the middle yard, and then heard a loud voice, "Old You, a warm welcome!"

A group of people walked out of the main room. The middle-aged man in the lead was wearing a military coat, with a smile on his square face. A pair of bright eyes quickly scanned Han Xue, then looked at Zhou Zhiyuan behind her, retracted his gaze and came closer, extending a large hand to Section Chief You.

Behind him was a woman in her thirties, wearing a black cotton coat, with a kind smile on her round face.

Behind the woman were two middle-aged men. The middle-aged man in his forties was wearing a cotton coat, with a pair of nearsighted glasses on his thin face.

The other middle-aged man was only in his thirties, wearing a neat suit, with a smile on his fair face, and his hair was neatly combed and even had hair wax on it.

These four were the leaders of the Xingyi Subdistrict Office: Qiu Jianye, the administrative director and deputy secretary; Zou Hong, the secretary of the working committee and deputy administrative director; Nie Yucheng, the deputy director with glasses; and Li Huaiyi, the deputy director with hair wax. Zhang Yong followed behind them.

At this time, Qiu Jianye shook Section Chief You's hand and laughed loudly, "Old You, this is the last time you've come to send people on behalf of the Civil Affairs Bureau. You have a dual identity this time, Section Chief You of the Civil Affairs Bureau and Deputy Director You of the Personnel Bureau. You've done the work of two families alone. Which day are you going to report to the Personnel Bureau?"

Section Chief You smiled and said, "There are still some things to hand over at the Civil Affairs Bureau, but the organization doesn't give me that much time. They want me to report to the Personnel Bureau tomorrow. I'll hand over the business at the Civil Affairs Bureau as soon as possible after reporting."

"Deputy Director You is proficient in business. For you, these jobs are just a matter of left and right hands. Just switch them over." Qiu Jianye's words made everyone laugh.

After the two finished exchanging pleasantries, Zou Hong led Nie Yucheng and Li Huaiyi forward to shake hands with Section Chief You.

Then Section Chief You introduced Han Xue and Zhou Zhiyuan. Qiu Jianye shook hands with Han Xue and said, "Welcome."

Then he extended his right hand to Zhou Zhiyuan. Seeing that he extended his left hand, he retracted his right hand and extended his left hand again, tightly grasping his left hand, staring at his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I heard that you have good writing skills. There happens to be an important official document to write. I'll give you the task."

Qiu Jianye's left hand kept tightening, but Zhou Zhiyuan's left hand remained motionless. Listening to his arrangement of tasks, he replied faintly, "Reporting to Director Qiu, I can't write it."

Zhou Zhiyuan's attitude surprised everyone. Zhang Yong kept winking at him.

Qiu Jianye released his hand and asked coldly, "Is it because your level is not good enough?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied faintly, "Reports must be detailed, requests must be reasonable, plans must be scientifically laid out, notices must be clear, and the important thing is that the writing must be concise and penetrating. No matter who the official document is given to, it can make him read it and accept it. Director Qiu, do you think that I, who have just walked into the gate of the subdistrict office, can meet this requirement?"

This was his view on official writing, but for the people present, this standard was too high.