Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

In addition to Jia Dongxu, Yi Zhonghai also has a close relationship with He Yuzhu of the Intermediate Court.

He Yuzhu's father, He Daqing, the former first master of the Siheyuan, abandoned He Yuzhu and his siblings and went to Baocheng for a widow a few years ago.

After He Daqing left, Yi Zhonghai often helped He Yuzhu and his sister, so He Yuzhu was usually close to Yi Zhonghai.

If we only look at the original body's memories, this old man can be considered a good guy.

Wang Jianjun, who has watched the original drama and several Siheyuan novels, knows that this old man is far from being as simple as he appears.

Whether it was embezzling the child support of He Yuzhu and his siblings, or plotting against He Yuzhu to make him extinct.

Even He Daqing's departure from Sijiu City was most likely planned by this Lord of Morality.

Wang Jianjun recalled an incident.

During the period when the original body's father had just passed away, this old man, who had basically no interaction with him, suddenly expressed concern for him for no apparent reason.

But after hearing that he was going to join the army, his attitude returned to its original lukewarm state.

Now think about it, Yi Zhonghai is planning to consider himself as a backup candidate for retirement.

After all, the original person has no father or mother, so it is normal for him to be listed as a candidate for elderly care.

Thinking of this, Wang Jianjun couldn't help but laugh.

My previous life was also a fool, and I didn’t even realize I was almost tricked by someone.

Now that he knew what kind of people were in the entire courtyard, Wang Jianjun decided to have less to do with those beasts in the future and just live his own life behind closed doors.

Anyway, I have a golden finger, and my life will only get better and better in the future.

After driving for more than thirty hours, the train finally arrived at its destination, Sijiu City.

This is Wang Jianjun’s first visit to the capital.

In my previous life, I was from the south and was just an ordinary office worker who had never even left the province.

I never thought that I would have my own house in this city in this life.

He carried his marching backpack and left the station.

I called a rickshaw outside the station, negotiated the price, and asked the driver to take me to Nanluoguxiang.

The price of a rickshaw is not cheap, one trip costs fifty cents. And people in this era really want to spend every penny in half.

Wang Jianjun did not have this awareness. He had just traveled through time and had not yet fully integrated into this world and still retained the habits of his previous life.

The money that his predecessor had saved over the years of frugality was left to him, which made Wang Jianjun feel like a son selling his grandfather's land without any regret.

We rode on a tricycle and looked around all the way.

Wang Jianjun just felt that everything was so new.

Fifty years ago, there were not so many high-rise buildings in Beijing, and most of the roads were made of blue bricks and slabs or dirt roads paved with gravel, unlike later generations when they were full of reinforced concrete.

The walls of buildings along the street are printed with propaganda slogans unique to this era.

There are quite a few pedestrians on the street, and most of them are dressed in the style of this era.

Most girls wear their hair in two braids or cut their hair short to shoulder length.

Clothes made of floral fabrics were considered a common aesthetic in this era.

Most men have short hair or a buzz cut.

Their clothing is also very simple, usually blue, green or grey.

There is no way because the industrial foundation is weak and the textile industry is underdeveloped.

At this time, there are only so many fabric color options.

Usually, it is the women in the family who buy the cloth and make their own clothes.

But women of this era were extremely capable. They could do everything from washing clothes, cooking, housework to making clothes. They truly proved what it means that women hold up half the sky.

Wang Jianjie could occasionally see some men wearing white shirts and trousers with their hair neatly groomed.

Some women looked quite fashionably dressed in woolen coats and leather shoes.

This belongs to the wealthy class in Beijing, which really proves the saying "clothes make the man, gold makes the god".

Wang Jianjun also discovered something.

Most of the pedestrians on the street looked pale and malnourished.

In fact, not to mention them, even Wang Jianjun himself was in the same situation when he was in the army.

Eat meat once a month.

That is to say, the food was slightly better during his hospitalization.

But there is basically no meat or fish.

Don’t even think about steamed buns.

They are all steamed buns made of corn flour.

So when he passed by a restaurant, the aroma of the food in the restaurant made his mouth salivate continuously.

I remembered the location of this store and planned to come here for a meal when I have free time.

Wang Jianjun first went to the Public Security Bureau to handle the household registration transfer procedures.

During the years he served in the army, his household registration was moved to the army. Now that he has retired, he needs to move his household registration back.

Then you need to take your household registration booklet to the street office to apply for your own grain booklet.

In addition to the grain book, there are also some receipts for this month, such as non-staple food tickets.

These procedures and receipts are handled at the street office.

In the 1950s, the street offices still had a lot of things to take care of.

For example, managing the public affairs of streets or towns, as well as social security, social assistance, environmental sanitation, etc.

The more things you are in charge of, the greater the power you naturally have.

Haven’t you seen that the protagonists in all the novels about courtyard houses always look for the director of the street office?

Although this method is old-fashioned, it works.

The street office is not far from Nanluoguxiang. After completing the formalities, Wang Jianjun paid the rickshaw driver and let him go first.

He walked back to Nanluoguxiang.

I turned a few corners according to my memory and finally arrived at Compound No. 95.

It's almost time to get off work.

Those who live close to home or get off work early have already returned.

Just as Wang Jianjun entered the door, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties wearing black-framed glasses watering flowers.

Although the man looked gentle, his eyes revealed a shrewd look. Although he was watering the flowers, his eyes kept glancing towards the door.

Isn’t this the second door god?

Yan Bugui lived up to the title of door god. Wang Jianjun stopped him as soon as he stepped into the gate.

"Wait a minute young man, who are you looking for in our hospital?"

Wang Jianjun was not surprised by Yan Bugui's vigilance.

The country had only been established for a few years at that time, and there were still many spies and bandits in the country.

The manager of the Siheyuan is a special product of this special era.

The main responsibilities are to assist in transmitting information and to investigate suspicious elements.

"The third uncle is me, Wang Jianjun who lives in the backyard."

"Jianjun? You are really Jianjun! Wang Jianjun, the son of Wang Defa?!"

Yan Bugui raised his glasses with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and then said in disbelief:

"You...you are still alive!"

Wang Jianjun was speechless. What a strange greeting.

Although the original body has indeed become a martyr, now I am not standing here in peace.

"Uncle, how can you talk like that? I was just a soldier for a few years, and now I'm back from military service."