Siheyuan: No One Can Be Left Behind

Although Li Dongfang was very dissatisfied, he was not ready to get to the bottom of it now. He was already freezing. Although he was wrapped in a quilt, the wind was leaking from underneath. He felt that his legs were about to lose feeling. If he delayed any longer, he might get a serious illness. Anyway, so many things had been found on Jia Zhang's body and everyone in the yard had seen it. It would not be too late to deal with it at night and she could still escape.

Li Dongfang really couldn't stand it anymore, so he rushed into the house wrapped in a quilt. Fortunately, the stove was burning in the house, and he finally felt a little warmth wrapped in a quilt next to the stove.

The third aunt and Aunt Zhang also brought in the things they had found and said, "Dongfang, these things are for you in the kitchen, and the money is for you on the table."

"Thank you, Auntie Three and Aunt Zhang. Just put it there." Li Dongfang said as he squatted beside the stove.

Seeing that Third Aunt and Aunt Zhang had no intention of leaving, he immediately reacted and said, "Third Aunt, Aunt Zhang, there may be some corn flour in the rice jar. I will send it to you later."

When the third aunt heard this, her face lit up and she said, "No, no, we can just get it ourselves."

As they talked, the two of them took out two small basins from somewhere and went to the kitchen. When they came out, the two small basins were full of corn flour. It was estimated that each basin was nearly two kilograms. However, Li Dongfang did not care. This stuff looked impure and there were some unknown sundries mixed in it. So he said, "Thank you for the third aunt and Aunt Zhang today. I won't see you off."

Seeing that Li Dongfang didn't care that they took more corn flour, the third aunt and Aunt Zhang looked at each other and said with a smile: "No, no, Dongfang, you should warm up and put on your clothes quickly. It's very cold today. Don't get sick. If there's nothing else, we'll go home and cook first."

"Thank you, Third Auntie Zhang, take care."

"Got it."

Li Dongfang stayed by the stove for a while before he felt some warmth restored. He threw the quilt on the bed and began to put on his clothes. When he was pulling up his pants, he was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and muttered something. If you listened closer, you could hear him saying, "I didn't expect it. I'm a rough man now, and I have my strengths. Hey, this is something that humans can have. The donkeys in the production team would cry if they saw it, hehe..."

He traveled here from the future year 2023. Although his name is still Li Dongfang, he was born in 20 before the establishment of the new country. He is years old this year. His father is an academician of the Academy of Sciences, and they have seldom seen each other since childhood. His mother is the chief physician of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Red Star Hospital. Just last month, his father was assigned to a business trip in the west, and his mother also accompanied him. It is said that he was going to Lop Nur and might not be able to come back for a few years. Since he was already years old and did not meet the requirements for family members to accompany him, his mother asked someone to help arrange a job for him before he left. He was the chief doctor of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, and moved to the house allocated by the Red Star Hospital, which is this courtyard.

The reason why he didn't continue to live in the family building of the Academy of Sciences was that he really didn't like the environment there. It was serious and rigorous, and there were confidentiality clauses...

After everything was packed up, he opened a box of malted milk, made a bowl of boiling water on the stove, soaked half a steamed corn bread, and ate it reluctantly to fill his stomach. He was tired of bread before the time travel, and suddenly it was hard to swallow this steamed corn bread that made his throat ache. Today was Saturday, and he still had to go to work. There was no such thing as a double day off these days. Not only that, the factory worked in three shifts, and even he, the factory doctor, was not immune.

Today is the day shift. Seeing people in the yard start to go out one after another, he followed them out without knowing what time it was. He followed others according to the direction he remembered and was not afraid of getting lost. Most of the people around here work at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

I entered the factory gate just on time. Seeing a few people behind me who were stopped to register for being late, I secretly felt lucky that I was a few seconds early.

According to his memory, he found the office, opened the door, sat down, and began to recall the memories of his original body. The original body graduated from a technical secondary school and studied medicine and Chinese medicine. The main reason was that his mother's family had been practicing medicine for generations, so he knew a little about it since he was a child. It can be regarded as a family tradition. After all, Chinese medicine is an industry that relies on experience, but his level is still no problem in treating headaches, fevers, and injuries.

He has just joined the factory and is considered a technical secondary school intern. According to the technical level rating, level 1 is the highest and level 18 is the lowest. He is rated level 16 and his monthly salary of 37.5 is not low. It is easy and pleasant for him to support himself.

Unlike Jia Dongxu, who has worked for several years and is still paid 27.5 yuan for a first-level worker, of course the worker level is 1 at the lowest and 9 at the highest.

There is also a house. In the TV series, the three main houses in the middle courtyard belonged to Sha Zhu. Now they belong to Li Dongfang. If I hadn't traveled through time, it seems that He Daqing's plan would have succeeded this time. Otherwise, why would a cook live in the biggest and best house in the whole courtyard? Didn't you see that Yi Zhonghai, a level 8 fitter, only had a side room. How could he, a cook, have such a right?