Siheyuan: The Final Winner

Winter of 1960.

Suburbs of Beijing, Hongxing Commune, Liangjia Village.

In the early morning, the cold wind howled, icy cold.

Under the covers, Jiang Ping'an woke up slowly, feeling cold and hungry.

I don't want to get up, but I feel uncomfortable when I urinate.

While hesitating, a pretty figure appeared outside the window.

Jiang Ping'an took a closer look and found that she was a sweet-looking girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.

She is wearing a pink padded jacket, with a short double ponytail hairstyle, an oval face, exquisite facial features, big eyes and watery eyes, a small mouth, and collagen on her face, full of girlishness.

Right now she was blinking her big clear eyes and looking in.

"Brother Ping An, are you still awake?" the girl asked softly with a smile on her lips.

Jiang Pingan took a look, sat up, wrapped in a quilt, nodded and smiled:

"I said who is it so early in the morning? It turns out it's sister Jingru. You got up early. Is there something wrong?"

This girl's name is Qin Jingru, and she is from the Qin family village next door. The two families are separated by a small river. Although they are not from the same village, they are still serious neighbors.

"It's okay, I heard uncle said that you came back last night, so I came over to have a look." Qin Jingru shook his head and smiled.

After a moment of hesitation, she said again: "Are you getting up now? If you want to get up, I'll go to the kitchen to help you boil the washing water."

This girl is hardworking, Jiang Ping'an is not polite, nodded and smiled and said: "Then thank you, sister Jingru!"

"Hey, you're welcome, the folks in our village should help each other." Qin Jingru smiled sweetly, turned around and left.

Jiang Pingan quickly shouted: "Jingru, wait, the kitchen outside is locked, I'll give you the key."

When Qin Jingru heard the sound, she stopped and turned around.

Jiang Pingan got up and got out of bed, shirtless, only wearing a pair of big underpants, shivering from the cold, took a bunch of keys from the table next to him, walked to the window and handed them out.

Qin Jingru took the key silently, but her eyes were on Jiang Ping'an.

I saw him with a handsome appearance, a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tall and vigorous figure, well-proportioned muscles, and lush legs, especially that...

Qin Jingru's eyes straightened.

She was stunned for a moment, her little face flushed, she stretched out her jade finger, tapped Jiang Ping'an's waist, and said in a low voice, "Brother Ping'an, you..."

Jiang Pingan looked down, laughed dumbfoundedly, raised his head showing his white teeth, and replied with a smile:

"Sister, don't be surprised, this is a normal physiological phenomenon, but my capital is more obvious than others."

Qin Jingru's face was flushed with embarrassment, she spat lightly, pursed her lips and cursed secretly, then turned and went to the kitchen.

Jiang Pingan chuckled, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly put on all kinds of clothes that were on the bedside cabinet.

Newly bought cotton-padded clothes and trousers, mille-soled cloth shoes, and a finely crafted dog fur hat when going out, and trotted to the toilet.

It has been five years since he was reborn, and he has already gotten used to life in this era.

This was an era of extreme scarcity.

It is not enough to have money in hand, you must have a ticket, and you need a ticket to buy anything.

Food stamps, cloth stamps, cotton stamps, meat stamps, salt stamps, oil stamps, coal stamps, cigarette stamps, matches, soap stamps, fish stamps, tofu stamps...

There are various types of tickets and various names, covering almost every aspect of people's daily life.

Among them, the food stamp is the big brother, and the cloth ticket is the big sister.

Without these tickets, it is impossible to live.

However, farmers are self-sufficient because they dig food from the soil, so they do not issue food stamps and meat stamps, only stamps.

If the cadres of the production teams and brigades go to the commune to eat, they must bring rice with them, and exchange rice with rice.

If you go to the county or other places for a meeting or on a business trip, you can take the grain to the commune grain station to exchange for grain stamps.

Jiang Ping'an was originally a rural hukou, his parents died, and there were no other relatives in the family.

After graduating from technical secondary school, he was assigned to work as a buyer in the logistics department of a large rolling mill in the city.

After the technical secondary school students become full-time students, they will receive the salary of clerks at level 25 and level 7, which is 37.5 yuan per month, and their household registration has also been converted to an urban household registration.

After several years of hard work by Jiang Ping'an, he is now a level 22 administrative and level 4 clerk.

He receives a salary of 56 yuan per month, which is the same as the salary of a college student after he becomes a full-time student.

The house he lives in now was rebuilt and expanded on the original site of his old house the year before last after he saved money.

There are five main rooms, two side rooms, and a small courtyard in front of the house, which is spacious and bright.

Because he is a buyer, he is responsible for purchasing the ingredients needed by the leaders of the small cafeteria to entertain guests, so he has to go to the countryside two or three times a month.

After the family house was rebuilt, it was much more convenient. Every time I went to the countryside, I didn't have to go to other people's houses to settle down.

In addition, he works in the city, and the street has allocated two rooms for him, which add up to about 70 square meters.

All in all, with his current job and family conditions, he can be considered young and wealthy.

Although various supplies have been scarce in the past few years, and it is normal to not have enough to eat, Jiang Ping'an has never been hungry.

Of course, it's just that I haven't been hungry, so don't even think about eating something too good.

Jiang Ping'an was also happy with the situation. Compared with many people who were waiting to eat relief food to survive, his life was very rich.

After coming out of the toilet and coming to the kitchen, Qin Jingru had already poured the washing water into the porcelain basin for him, and even squeezed out the toothpaste.

"You are a good one, and I don't know which bastard will be cheaper in the future!"

Jiang Pingan looked at the pretty Qin Jingru, smiled and praised, and then began to wash his face and brush his teeth.

"I want to take advantage of you, but you don't want it." Qin Jingru pouted, her eyes rolled and her face was full of melancholy.

In the countryside, for a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old like her, and she is so beautiful, many matchmakers have come to her door.

But since Qin Jingru's cousin Qin Huairu married in the city, she also wanted to marry in the city in her dreams, and she didn't want to stay in the countryside digging soil for the rest of her life.

No matter how handsome the country boy is, or how good the conditions are, she doesn't think about it.

In Qin Jingru's mind, Jiang Pingan is her best husband candidate.

Not only is Jiang Ping'an handsome, he knows his roots, he is kind, and has a good reputation, he also has an urban household registration.

There is a job, a high income, and housing in both urban and rural areas. With such conditions, it is difficult to find even with a lantern.

Jiang Ping'an bent over, washed his face, threw the towel into the basin, straightened up, and said with a smile:

"You're a little younger. In a year or two, when you turn eighteen and I haven't married a wife yet, then we can think about it."

He didn't lie, this Qin Jingru is a man who marries a chicken and follows a chicken, marries a dog and follows a dog, she is beautiful and hardworking, she is a good woman who lives her life.

Qin Jingru's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Really?"

Jiang Pingan nodded and smiled, "Of course it's true, but we're just talking about it in private now. You can't make it public, especially your cousin."

"If you dare to show off everywhere, then this matter will be automatically invalidated."

Qin Jingru nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, full of surprises, widened her eyes, gritted her teeth and said:

"I know, I know, my cousin has a lot of eyes and loves to take advantage of others. I will keep my mouth shut and won't cause you any trouble!"

Jiang Pingan smiled and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"No, now every household doesn't have much food in stock, and they are all eagerly waiting for the relief food from the commune to arrive."

"Our family has been eating polenta for ten days in a row every day. It's only clear soup with little water, and we still can't get enough. We can barely hang our lives."

Jiang Pingan nodded and said, "Then I'll treat you to a full meal today!"

"I have tens of catties of stick noodles in the rice tank in my kitchen. How about you make some steamed buns and let's eat them with kimchi?"

"Really!" Qin Jingru looked surprised, after thinking about it, she restrained her smile, shook her head and said:

"Let's forget it. If we eat and drink too much and don't want to eat the next meal, you will starve in the future."

Jiang Pingan nodded secretly when he heard the words.

Apart from her lack of opinion and soft ears, this Qin Jingru has a lot of bright spots.

Jiang Pingan smiled, took her hand, came to the rice vat, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I won't be hungry. These stick noodles are rewarded by the leader. You can just eat them."

These years, he has not been a buyer for nothing. Although it is difficult to eat meat, it is still possible to eat white noodles.

As for this stick noodle, only after he first came to this era, he ate it once, and he never ate it again.

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