1965, Sijiu City.
It was only half a month since the beginning of summer.
Zhang Bingye was wearing a blue-gray coat and holding a grass carp weighing more than three catties in his hand.
He walked towards the courtyard in South Guluo Alley.
He had bought the grass carp in Pigeon City to improve his diet.
The pedestrians on the road were all wearing blue-gray or gray clothes.
Occasionally, there would be people riding their bicycles past.
It attracted the envious gazes of the people beside him.
On the walls on both sides of the road.
It says,'Independent and self-reliant'
'Get rid of the four old ways and sweep away all the ghosts, gods, and snakes' and other slogans.
"It's almost summer. If we can eat barbecue and crayfish, that would be beautiful.”
"And two bottles of cold beer.”
Zhang Bingye could not help but sigh.
He missed the small days in his previous life.
Zhang Bingye was not from this world.
Three years ago, he transmigrated to this world and was reborn in the body of a young man with the same name as Zhang Bingye.
The original body lived with his mother in a courtyard house in South Guluo Alley.
His father died in the war to establish the country.
On the other side of the street, they took care of Jun Lie's family and arranged for Zhang Bingye, who was only 17 years old at that time, to enter the Red Star Rolling Mill as a welding apprentice.
When Zhang Bingye became an adult, he would be promoted.
It could also be considered as giving Jun Lie's family special treatment.
A year later, Zhang Bingye successfully became a Grade 1 Welder at Red Star Rolling Mill.
His mother held Zhang Bingye's hand and told him to be a good person, get married, and have children.
So he gave up and went west.
Zhang Bingye lived alone in this chaotic and passionate era.
He worked hard to learn his welding skills.
Half a year after he became a full-time employee, he took the exam for a second-grade welder.
He was successfully promoted to a Level 2 Welder.
The salary was 37.5.
"In another half a month, it will be the time for the third-grade welders 'examination.”
"If I can get into the third-grade welders, with my qualifications, I can find a good partner.”
Zhang Bingye thought.
"Bingye is back?"
At the entrance of the courtyard house.
It was a woman with a beautiful face and a voluptuous figure in a gray coat.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Zhang Bingye return with the fish.
"Yes."
Zhang Bingye casually replied and crossed the threshold of the courtyard house.
He knew the person who spoke.
The daughter-in-law of the Jia family, Qin Huairu.
He was a ruthless person.
In his previous life, Zhang Bingye had watched the drama Love Courtyard.
At that time, she felt that the screenwriter was really a big fool. He had filmed the people of the 1960s too badly.
Until Zhang Bingye himself transmigrated and lived in this courtyard house.
He finally understood that the scriptwriter was still too restrained.
This bunch of people
It was very difficult to explain in a few words.
"Sigh…"
Qin Huairu shouted. She saw that Zhang Bingye did not stop walking.
He stopped talking.
Qin Huairu felt discouraged.
With her beauty, these young men in the courtyard were drooling over her.
They were also restless.
Only Zhang Bingye was like a block of ice.
Qin Huairu would often be rebuffed.
Even so, Qin Huairu did not give up.
Zhang Bingye was now a second-class welder with a monthly salary of 37.5 yuan.
It was true that the whole family would not be hungry.
More than a fool.
Zhang Bingye took a few more steps.
"Bingye, what good thing happened today?”
"Such a big fish must be expensive.”
A bespectacled, monkey-faced old man held a large broom in his hand.
He greeted Zhang Bingye with a smile.
"Third Uncle, I haven't eaten meat for a long time. Today, I'll improve my diet.”
Zhang Bingye smiled and spoke without leaking any information.
The person in front of him was Yan Fugui, the Third Master of the front yard.
A Chinese teacher at Red Star Elementary School. 32.5 yuan a month. Four children at home.
He was an old man who had been living a life of eating and dressing well, and was poor because he could not scheme.
Yan Fugui was sweeping the floor with a broom.
Sweeping the floor was fake, blocking the door was real.
If anyone came in with good food or snacks, Yan Fugui would go up and talk to them.
He could also get some food back.
Zhang Bingye saw through it.
The place Zhang Bingye was staying at now was called the Siheyuan in Nanguluo Alley.
At first, it was the residence of the former king, and it occupied a huge area.
There were three courtyards in total: the front courtyard, the middle courtyard, and the backyard.
In the front yard were the Yan Clan, Wang Clan, Ding Clan, and a few other clans.
Yan Fugui was the third master in the front yard.
In the middle court, there were the Jia family, the He family, the Yi family, and Zhang Bingye.
Yi Zhonghai was the First Master of the Intermediate People's Court.
Red Star Steel Rolling Mill's Grade 8 fitter earned 99 yuan a month.
In the backyard, there were the Deaf Old Lady, the Liu family, the Xu family, and a few other families.
The bangs belonged to the second uncle in the backyard.
Red Star Rolling Mill's Grade 7 Welder, a monthly salary of 67.5.
None of these three masters were good.
They all had their own little plans and were making a lot of noise.
Zhang Bingye kept his distance.
"It's good to improve the food."
"Do you know how to cook this fish? Why don't you let your third aunt do it? She's good at cooking.”
"Come over to my house tonight for a drink and fish.”
Yan Fugui's face was full of smiles.
He reached out to grab the fish in Zhang Bingye's hand.
It was Yan Fugui who wanted to take Zhang Bingye's fish for free.
It sounded like Zhang Bingye had taken advantage of him.
"Don't."
"I can make this fish myself. How can I trouble Third Aunt with such a small matter?”
Zhang Bingye put his hands behind his back and left quickly.
Yan Fugui reached out and grabbed nothing, but he came back to his senses.
Zhang Bingye had already crossed the threshold of the Intermediate People's Court.
"This kid is so slippery. He doesn't even know how to respect an intellectual.”
"Just you wait. Sooner or later, I'll scheme against you.”
Yan Fugui was displeased and continued to pretend to sweep the floor.
He waited for the next person to enter.
Zhang Bingye stepped into the courtyard and felt a resentful gaze on him.
He couldn't help but frown.
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