A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Pushing my bicycle, I walked across the street, and ten meters ahead was the gate of the neighborhood office.

The gatekeeper saw his master's wife and came out to greet her early: "Big sister! Long time no see. Are you here to deliver a mission today?"

The master's wife smiled and said, "I just came down to check on the preparations for National Day, and also to bring a junior to get acquainted with the family."

Jiang Xia, with great tact, handed him a Zhonghua cigarette. He'd picked it up from the dining table yesterday; he was quite adept at it.

“Jiang Xia, this is Grandpa Wang from the neighborhood office. Now that you’ve moved here, you should chat with him more often. He’s one of the oldest people here.”

The old man took the cigarette, lit it, and readily agreed, "Sure thing, sure thing!"

Is your Director Wang here?

"Yes, but the office has been moved to the second floor, so you'll have to climb the stairs."

The two men walked into the courtyard: "That old man from earlier, he used to be a tough guy. After his rehabilitation, he was assigned to work here as a doorman. He's not a bad person, and he's quite capable. You might want to get to know him if you have the chance!"

Go straight up to the second floor, turn the corner of the stairs, and you'll find a brightly lit office.

Through the window, you can see a middle-aged woman writing something.

The master's wife walked to the door: "Xiao Wang, are you busy?"

The middle-aged woman saw her master's wife at the door and quickly put down her work: "Sister! Why did you come without telling me!"

"Hey! What's the notification? I didn't bring any missions, just hanging around. Oh, and I brought this with me!"

Director Wang looked at the familiar large iron can in the net bag and felt a surge of excitement.

Her daughter-in-law recently gave birth to a baby with big, bright eyes, who was incredibly adorable. Unfortunately, she didn't have enough breast milk, and the baby often cried from hunger. In the end, they had no choice but to feed the baby rice porridge instead.

After a while, the child's eyes got even bigger~~~

The daughter-in-law cries all day long, saying she's useless and that the children are suffering. As the grandmother, she's also having a hard time.

I saw milk powder for sale at the supply and marketing cooperative, but I couldn't buy it because I didn't have a coupon.

She swallowed her pride and asked around. Despite being a neighborhood committee director, she asked everyone she knew, but no one could tell her where to get these special tickets. Some people had never even heard of them, let alone seen them!

Seeing his little cutie getting thinner and thinner every day, Director Wang's heart was breaking.

Fortunately, Motherland stepped in. Gritting her teeth, she squeezed out most of her already limited foreign exchange reserves to purchase a batch of milk powder and Cuban sugar. She provided each month's quota of one jin (approximately 500 grams) of baby sugar and milk powder coupons for all infants in the country.

The cost was that Chinese diplomats developed the habit of bringing their own food when traveling abroad. And a certain heroic mine sank another ten meters.

What is infant formula? It's made by adding a small amount of milk powder to soybean flour and rice flour.

One pound per month!

(Dear readers, how many bottles does your child use in a month?)

"Big sister! This!!! It's too valuable!"

Director Wang wanted to accept the offer, but he didn't dare.

"Hey, I just brought the kid here to get acquainted with the place. He got a courtyard house, nothing major. Luckily, the old man has some money, so we'll take care of the kid first!"

The teacher's wife stuffed the net into Director Wang's arms and found a chair to sit down. Jiang Xia stood obediently behind her and began to massage her shoulders.

Director Wang breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that it was just a matter of handling a relationship.

He first took out a few loose banknotes from his inner pocket, held them in both hands, and handed them to his teacher's wife.

The master's wife accepted it without hesitation.

Seeing that his teacher's wife had accepted the money, Director Wang began to look Jiang Xia up and down: "Oh, the child is really handsome. Where do you work? Do you have all the necessary documents with you?"

Jiang Xia nodded honestly: "Hello, Director Wang, my name is Jiang Xia, and I work at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill."

I handed over all my documents as well.

"Wow, young man, you graduated from Wudaokou Vocational College! That's impressive!"

"Wow, you're still working in the technical department? That's amazing, truly amazing!"

"Hiss, a Level 9 Engineer?"

Director Wang's exaggerated expression made his wife squint. She tried hard to control the muscles in her face, but the corners of her mouth that she couldn't suppress still betrayed her current mood.

"Hey, it's nothing. This kid is just a bit hardworking, putting all his energy into his work."

"Look, the factory awarded him a spot and sold him three private houses. He's already paid the money. But he's busy building a hand pump well as a National Day gift. That's why it's delayed. He hasn't come to complete the paperwork yet, it's really worrying!"

Upon hearing this, Director Wang's expression also turned serious.

He found the official documents and payment receipts from the steel rolling mill, checked the dates, and couldn't help but frown.

"Big sister, what time is this?!"

Director Wang frowned as she scanned the table, then her eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister, you mean the hand pump well was made by Jiangxia?"

Is this the hand pump well?

Director Wang picked up a newspaper, pointed to a picture, and said...

“Director Wang, I should say that I participated in the design, but the construction was done by my colleagues at the steel rolling mill! The project proposal I participated in is in the documents.” Jiang Xia said as she moved closer.

Hey! In the photo, an old farmer is fiddling with a hand pump, creating a splash of water.

Isn't that Uncle Jiang?

I must buy several copies of this newspaper to take back to the village.

Director Wang searched through the documents again, and finally slammed his hand on the table.

"Big sister, I'll help Jiangxia with the paperwork right away. Jiangxia has made great contributions to the country, so a few days' delay is no big deal."

“However, as you know, the neighborhood office can't handle household registration anymore, so Jiang Xia has to go to the police station.”

The teacher's wife nodded slightly. "It's alright, let's take care of the grain ration book first. We'll go to the police station later."

"Okay, alright. It's quite a coincidence, if we had been half a day later, we would have had to go to the grain station to get the ration book. From now on, we can only get non-staple food ration books."

As he spoke, Director Wang stood up and shouted at the office downstairs.

Soon, three more people came up, and the small office was immediately filled to the brim.

Director Wang first handed each of them a handful of candy, then briefly explained the situation to the three men. The men then picked up their brushes and began copying down the relevant documents from Jiangxia.

Two copies were made, one for filing and one for Jiangxia.

Before long, three notebooks, two red and one blue, were placed in front of Jiang Xia.

The red one is the grain ration book, the blue one is the non-staple food ration book, and the last one, a bright red one, is the property ownership certificate.

But this is not the end.

One of the staff members brought out a stamp the size of a large bowl, aligned a page of the property ownership certificate with the paper on which he had written with a brush, and then pressed the stamp down.

"One copy of the property ownership certificate! Two copies, keep the copy, take the original. Property owner, please sign here!"

He pointed to a spot and said, "Please come in."

Hehe, this is fun. It's kind of ceremonial.

But why does Director Wang look so strange?

"Old Tian, ​​you still can't shake this habit! Be more careful next time!"

The staff member repeatedly bowed and said, "I'm so sorry, I'm just used to shouting in the office. It's been so long since I've processed a private property certificate, I just couldn't help myself."

Jiang Xia found his words amusing and recalled a slang term: "Eaten by insects and gnawed by rats, bare and hairless, a tattered and worn-out coat..."

The gaunt old man's expression changed, and he opened his mouth to retort. But seeing Director Wang glaring at him, he shrank back and said, "Sir, please don't make fun of me."

The master's wife pinched Jiang Xia's ear and scolded him again, then politely apologized to the old man.

The old man kept saying he didn't care, but his hunched body straightened up when Jiang Xia bowed.

After tidying everything up, the teacher's wife took Jiang Xia and said goodbye to Director Wang.

The two went to the police station again, carrying the newspaper that Director Wang had given them. They gestured to the station chief and completed the household registration process without much explanation.

After completing the household registration, the two didn't leave immediately. The woman took the opportunity to inspect the area and emphasized to the director the need to strengthen security measures during the National Day holiday.

Jiang Xia used a few cigarettes to become acquainted with the young police officers.