Siheyuan, my new life

Just as Guo Yongping was lost in thought, Fang Aijun's voice reached his ears: "Xiao Guo, come and take a look. The previous tenants haven't been gone long. These two rooms can be moved into after a simple cleaning. However, right now there's only a bed, a square table, and four chairs. These are items on the collective property account of the housing management department of our Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. The previous tenants took all their belongings with them when they moved out, so you'll have to buy some daily necessities yourself, especially a stove and coal. It's the dead of winter now, and it'll be unbearable without a stove. By the way, these days you need all sorts of receipts to buy new things at the supply and marketing cooperative. You can try looking for some secondhand items at those pawnshops. These days, most of the pawnshops are public-private partnerships from before Liberation. They have a pretty complete selection, and most importantly, the prices aren't high. It's quite convenient."

Guo Yongping quickly walked into the east wing, saying with a smile, "Brother, I just came to the capital from the countryside, and I really have to thank Brother Fang for being such a kind person. I'm so grateful to you."

Fang Aijun felt very pleased when he heard Guo Yongping's words. He smiled slightly, barely suppressing his laughter: "Hey, we're all brothers, why be so polite?"

The moment Guo Yongping stepped into the east wing, a pleasant notification sound immediately rang in his mind: "Congratulations, player, on officially activating the 'Heaven Rewards Diligence System'. Would you like to view the system content now?"

Guo Yongping glanced at Fang Aijun standing beside him and could only silently say to himself, "Let's not check for now."

With an outsider present, he couldn't show anything unusual. Even on his train journey to Beijing, he had secretly decided that he absolutely couldn't let anyone know the secret of his system, not even his future wife and children. Although he hadn't specifically studied the history of the new country, he was still a university student, and he often spent his time online. He had occasionally seen introductions to that period of history, especially those ten years, which shocked him deeply. How many couples turned against each other, how many children reported their parents and severed ties? You can't judge a book by its cover. Guo Yongping didn't want to be locked up and used as a research guinea pig because of the system's exposure. Therefore, keeping quiet and making a fortune was the only way to go.

Suppressing his excitement, Guo Yongping began to look around at the place where he would live for a long time to come.

Just as Fang Aijun said, the room in front of us contained only a somewhat old eight-immortal table and four worn-out chairs. From the traces left in the room, it was clear that the original occupants had divided the room in two with wooden boards. The front served as a small living room, and the area partitioned off at the back was probably for the children to live in. However, the wooden boards that were originally used as partitions had now been removed. Fortunately, the room was relatively clean, with only a thin layer of dust on the surfaces of the tables, chairs, and floor. This was normal for people living in Beijing. It was also fortunate that it was the dead of winter. If it were spring or autumn, strong winds would carry sand and dust, and the house would need to be wiped down every day, otherwise it would quickly become covered in dust.

Guo Yongping stepped into the inner room and glanced at the situation inside. There was only an old wooden bed, about one and a half meters wide and two meters long, placed against the wall. Apart from a thin layer of dust on the floor, there was nothing else.

Fang Aijun smiled and said, "When our housing management department takes over the house, as usual, we have the temporary logistics workers clean the house. The previous resident took all his belongings with him. Please check the bed and the table and chairs. If you don't want to continue using them, have the deliverymen take them back to the factory."

Guo Yongping didn't say anything, but went into the room and pushed the wooden bed with his hand. Then he went back to the outer room and tried out the table and chairs. He said with a wry smile, "Brother Fang, let's take this bed and table and chairs back to the factory. I heard from the comrades in the union that the furniture and other living supplies left by my uncle are stored in the union's warehouse, which includes the table, chairs and bed."

Fang Aijun nodded: "That's fine. Take another look at the situation inside. I'll go out and call a driver. We need to speed things up, otherwise you won't be able to sleep tonight." With that, he hurriedly walked out the door.

Seeing Fang Aijun's figure disappear through the passageway, Guo Yongping barely suppressed the urge to check the system. After all, no one knew if any abnormalities would occur when checking the system later, and Fang Aijun might return at any time. Therefore, Guo Yongping decided to wait until late at night when everyone was quiet before checking the system.

Looking at the house, which could almost be described as bare, Guo Yongping shook his head with a wry smile. He wanted to clean the dust inside, but he couldn't even find a broken chopstick. As for borrowing tools from his neighbor across the street, he had no such intention. You see, the person living in the west wing of the front yard was Yan Bugui, a master of abacus calculation. His motto was "You won't get poor from eating or dressing, but you will if you don't calculate." He would avoid this guy and the Yan family like the plague, so why would he take the initiative to give them a chance?

Fang Aijun quickly returned to the courtyard with a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties: "Xiao Guo, I've already spoken with this Master Yu. He'll deliver the bed, table, and chairs to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. On the way back, we can pick up the things your uncle left behind at the trade union."

As the three of them carried the wooden bed out of the house, a somewhat shrill female voice came from the side: "Hey, what are you doing? Why are you moving a bed out?"

Looking towards the sound, they saw a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties standing at the door of the side room, shouting loudly.

Fang Aijun frowned slightly, but still explained, "I am a staff member of the Housing Management Department of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. I am here with Comrade Guo Yongping, who just started working at the steel rolling mill, to look at the house. Comrade Guo Yongping does not need these old furniture, so we have to take them back to the steel rolling mill."

The woman stared at the wooden bed, muttering, "Why bother hauling all that broken furniture back? We might as well share it with our neighbors and make use of it."

Fang Aijun frowned and snorted: "The houses you tenants rent each have public furniture in each room, which belongs to the state. These things are all registered. When you move out in the future, we will check against the records. If there is any loss or damage, you tenants will have to compensate for it at the price."

The middle-aged woman didn't say anything, but just pursed her lips and turned back into the side room.