Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

Fang Yuan, male, 22 years old.

Graduated from the Iron and Steel Institute.

He joined the Party in 1960.

During his time at school, he was obsessed with technical research, but he was introverted, lacked assertiveness, and was not good at expressing himself.

Both parents are deceased.

The eldest sister, Fang Ying, and the second sister, Fang Ying, have both married out of the country.

The middle-aged balding man looked at the information sheet in his hand and became more and more satisfied, especially with the last two points.

This man named Fang Yuan perfectly fits his ideal of a son-in-law.

An introverted and indecisive personality indicates that someone is easy to control.

Having no parents means having no ties or support. Once you enter his home, you'll be part of his family.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Liu."

Liu Haizhong, who had been standing still, immediately chimed in after hearing the leader's praise: "Director Guo, it's no trouble at all. I will definitely handle the matter you asked me to do properly."

Guo Feng picked up the cigarette case from the table, took out a cigarette and handed it to Liu Haizhong while carefully asking, "By the way, Fang Yuan's two older sisters are both married. Do they still come back often?"

Liu Haizhong hurriedly replied, "I don't come back often. I don't see her many times during holidays. As the old saying goes, a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl."

"Okay, I understand." Guo Feng nodded in satisfaction, his only concern gone. He immediately made the decision: "Then let's meet this Sunday. Sigh, my girl is getting on in years, I don't know if it will work out this time."

Liu Haizhong patted his slightly hunched chest and assured him, "Director Guo, don't worry, it'll definitely work out. I live in the same courtyard as him, and I'm the second oldest in our courtyard, so my words still carry some weight."

Guo Feng wanted to hear those words: "Okay, then I'll ask Master Liu to go ahead and make the arrangements."

Liu Haizhong hurriedly agreed, then rubbed his hands together and chuckled, saying shyly, "Director Guo, what about my position as workshop director?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Feng's smile slowly disappeared from his face. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said leisurely, "This matter cannot be rushed. You know, the workshop director is a management position, and it must be discussed and decided at a meeting."

Upon seeing Guo Feng's stern face, Liu Haizhong instantly became respectful again, stammering, "Alright...alright...alright, then I'll leave it to Director Guo."

Watching Liu Haizhong's departing figure, Guo Feng couldn't help but curse inwardly: "That old scoundrel, he came empty-handed, and before he even got anything done, he was already thinking of reaping the rewards."

Besides, he was only the deputy director of the steel rolling mill. He could only nominate people for such matters, but it was impossible for him to actually do the work.

Key resources should be reserved for key moments.

Guo Feng had already decided that if Fang Yuan was easy to control, he would groom him as his successor.

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly.

There was nothing he could do; he was just unlucky and could only have one daughter in his lifetime.

.......

The next morning.

Fang Yuan, whom Guo Feng and Liu Haizhong were talking about, was currently frowning and scratching his head.

Looking at the half-finished calendar nailed to the wall, Fang Yuan walked over and tore off a page.

June 22, 1963, Saturday, summer solstice.

The 1960s.

This generation produces talented individuals, but it also produces a large number of "wasteful" people.

These days, there is poverty and hunger; there are no cell phones, no computers, no Quark browser, and no DingTalk for clocking in...

The mottled mud walls, paper windows, peeling paint on the wardrobe, and the uneven ground all bear witness to the hardships of this era.

With the time travel a done deal, Fang Yuan no longer hesitated.

Having made up my mind, I'll make the best of it since I'm here.

The original owner was also named Fang Yuan, 22 years old. Back then, under the call of "taking steel as the key link", he resolutely applied to the Iron and Steel Institute.

Three days ago, he had already reported for work at Hongxing Steel Plant after graduating.

He was assigned to the General Affairs Section of the Factory Office, with a job level of 23 (Level 5 Clerk). His internship salary was 49.5 yuan per month, which would be 55 yuan after he became a full-time employee. Since he joined the company after the 15th, he could only receive half a month's salary for now.

Currently living in a large courtyard in Nanluoguxiang, my ancestors were all farmers and workers, and for three generations they have had a clean and honest life.

With that background and identity, there shouldn't be any problems after the wind picks up.

Fang Yuan's eldest sister, Fang Ying, was a teacher at Yu Ying Middle School. She married an editor at the Beijing Daily. Fang Yuan was able to go to Hongxing Steel Plant ahead of time and be assigned to the General Affairs Section of the Plant Office. It was all arranged by his brother-in-law.

My second sister, Fang Ying, was a full-time employee of the textile factory. She was married to a section chief in the factory's security department. However, as far as I can remember, her brother-in-law passed away unexpectedly at the beginning of this year while on official business.

Fang Yuan glanced at the bedroom layout; it was extremely rudimentary.

The only decent piece of furniture in the room was a large double-door wardrobe with a mirror, on which a wooden box was stacked. There was also a rectangular desk and a wooden stool with a chipped corner. On the desk were a white porcelain teapot, teacups, and a few red booklets.

Underneath my bottom was an old-fashioned hardboard bed, made of either elm or pine, which could barely be considered an old item.

Fang Yuan patted it hard and felt that it was very thick and heavy. The quality should be excellent, and it should meet the standard of "one bed for three generations, the bed is still there when the person leaves".

He got up and walked to the cabinet mirror with the words "Dongfanghong" on it, and looked at himself in the mirror.

He's not short, I'd guess around 178cm.

He has distinct facial features, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a very straight nose.

My hair is dry and dull due to a lack of nutrition, and I can't get any oil or moisture out of it.

Fortunately, nowadays it's enough for one person to be full so the whole family isn't hungry.

Fang Yuan has already made up his mind that in the future, with limited resources, he will not envy those who eat lavishly, but he will also never be stingy with himself.

He strolled to the main room, opened the cupboard, and saw three eggs inside. Without thinking, he took one out.

Then he added some firewood to the bottom of the stove, used the torn-off calendar to start a fire and light the stove, then took out a bowl of rice from the half-person-high rice jar in the corner, washed it a few times and poured it into the pot, intending to cook a pot of millet porridge first.

According to his current treatment, his grain ration is 36 jin, a mixture of coarse and fine grains, including 8 jin of fine grains and 28 jin of coarse grains. His cooking oil ration is 3 liang, and his meat ration is half a jin per month.

Meanwhile, I also cut up a sweet potato and threw it into the pot, otherwise the porridge alone wouldn't be enough to fill my stomach.

Finally, when the water is almost cooked, put the eggs in the pan.

As for frying eggs, he had considered it, but the oil bottle was almost empty.

These days, oil is scarcer than eggs, and most families use chopsticks to dip and drip oil when cooking.

Moreover, you need ration coupons to buy anything, and the control over things like grain and oil is even stricter, so he's already considered lucky.

Seeing the flames burning in the stove, Fang Yuan stopped paying attention to them.

He turned around, picked up the red enamel basin from the shelf, put the toothpaste, toothbrush, and soap in it, draped the slightly yellowed white towel over his shoulder, and went out to the pond in the yard.

Since it was still early and no one was scrambling for the tap, Fang Yuan quickly washed up and returned to his room.

Before long, the porridge had boiled. He cracked the eggs into the pot, and after another three to five minutes, a hearty bowl of thick porridge was ready.

Even a half-grown boy can starve his father, let alone a strong young man like Fang Yuan. With just a little porridge, he can finish the meal in a few bites.

After eating and drinking his fill, and noticing that it was still early, Fang Yuan returned to his bedroom, lay on the bed, and prepared to think about what to do next.

It's too early to make money now. By the time the things you can smuggle now are valuable, you'll be in your sixties or seventies. Even if you have the desire and the guts to steal, you won't be able to anymore.

The thought of this made him feel uneasy all over.

It's a pity that Master Qi, who painted shrimp, passed away 7 years ago; otherwise, I would definitely go and learn from him.