Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

From the moment Wang Anping took charge of stewing radishes, his culinary skills improved rapidly.

It jumps almost every few seconds.

It was even more intense than when I was cutting radishes before.

When the radishes were stewed until they were soft, flavorful, and fragrant, Wang Anping glanced at the system panel and saw that his cooking proficiency had increased by more than 300.

Cooking skill level: Home-style (762/1000).

At this rate, if I do this two or three more times, my cooking skills will be upgraded!

Moreover, even before his skills were upgraded, Wang Anping clearly felt that his understanding of cooking had deepened—he knew exactly how many ingredients to use, and whether the heat should be high or low. He was much more confident than before.

After cooking, he didn't have to do anything else, like serving and portioning the food.

The work group members were responsible for distributing the meals.

Most people get two cornbread buns, but when it came to Wang Anping, the woman distributing the food stuffed three cornbread buns into his hands. Many people around saw this, but no one objected.

After all, everyone had seen how Wang Anping was working.

The cornbread was a bit hard.

But for Wang Anping, who had just transmigrated, it was more flavorful than plain steamed buns, especially with the addition of braised radish.

After the meal, the street work group members got busy again.

Some are helping to arrange for able-bodied people to do odd jobs at nearby construction sites, some are helping to contact lost relatives, and others are compiling information in preparation to send some people who really cannot be resettled back to their hometowns.

As evening approached, Sun Hui took Wang Anping to the street work group office.

The office is located in a courtyard house.

The conditions were rudimentary.

However, this is the situation for most people now.

Sun Hui found the key to Wang Ligen's former residence and some relevant supporting documents in the office before leading Wang Anping outside.

On the road.

Sun Hui introduced the surrounding area to Wang Anping.

As he listened, Wang Anping's eyebrows rose higher and higher, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

"The Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill is just ahead. The compound where you live is also considered a family compound of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. Many of the residents are workers of the steel rolling mill."

"Oh, by the way, your uncle used to work in the security department of the steel rolling mill."

"It's a large, crowded courtyard."

"You used to live in the countryside, so you probably didn't have much contact with the outside world."

"But in Beijing, these large courtyards are everywhere, with dozens of families and people crammed into one courtyard. You'll have to get along well with everyone; mutual help and frequent visits between neighbors are inevitable..."

Wang Anping felt a sudden pang of toothache.

No way?

Could it really be that courtyard?

Originally, Wang Anping thought he had just traveled to Beijing in 52, but now that he heard this, it seemed like he had fallen into a TV series he used to watch.

No wonder the name "Nanluoguxiang" sounded strangely familiar to me.

Soon, the two arrived at their destination.

Sun Hui led Wang Anping into a courtyard.

The main gate of the courtyard is located in the southeast corner. In order to squeeze in more residents, the originally neat courtyard has long been completely altered.

Just inside the door, there is a house on the right.

There was a middle-aged man in his fifties standing at the door, sharpening a pair of scissors with his head down.

A carrying pole stood in the corner next to him, a small cast iron stove sat on the ground, and a small kettle was placed beside it; this must have been a complete set of tools.

Next to it was an open canvas bag, revealing a manual hair clipper.

Clearly, this man was a street-street barber.

Barbers these days.

He only charges three to five cents for a haircut.

While not as stable as a barbershop with a storefront, it has the advantage of low cost, high mobility, and cheap prices, making it very popular among ordinary people.

The first month of the lunar calendar is almost over.

After the first month of the lunar calendar, the barber business will be booming, so this person probably took out his tools in advance to tidy them up and prepare to start work.

The middle-aged man looked up, recognized Sun Hui as an officer from the street work group, and smiled and nodded in greeting.

His gaze swept over Wang Anping beside him.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar face, he became more curious and watched the two walk into the courtyard.

The front yard consists of two rooms facing backwards.

There was a lot of stuff piled up at the door of the room on the east side—neatly stacked honeycomb briquettes, rows of bottles and jars covered in mud, and most eye-catching of all, a row of flower pots.

Most of the flowers and plants in the flowerpots were wilted.

Some are withered, some are yellow.

Only two pots of red plum blossoms were in full bloom, their clusters of bright red buds standing out against the biting cold wind, adding a touch of brightness to the desolate winter courtyard.

Just as Wang Anping was wondering if what he thought was true, he heard the sound of the door opening.

Followed by.

A man who looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old came out of the house.

He was thin, with an old black and white scarf around his neck and black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His eyes behind the lenses darted around, revealing a shrewdness.

Yan Bugui!

Wang Anping finally confirmed it.

Good heavens, I've really, really traveled into the world of "Full House of Love"!

Upon seeing Yan Bugui, Sun Hui quickly introduced him:

"Teacher Yan, this is Wang Anping, the nephew of Comrade Wang Ligen."

"After receiving a letter from his uncle, he came all the way from his hometown. From now on, he will live in the house left by his uncle and will be your neighbor."

She then turned to Wang Anping, smiling as she instructed him:

"Anping, this is Teacher Yan Bugui, a teacher at Hongxing Elementary School. Since you're new here, feel free to ask Teacher Yan if you need anything in the backyard."

"You two will be neighbors from now on, so you should visit each other more often and help each other out."

At that time, the street office had not yet been established, and there was naturally no elder in charge in the courtyard. Yan Bugui was not yet the shrewd "Third Elder" who would later become known.

He looked Wang Anping up and down.

Seeing that the young man was tall and had regular features, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He then put on a smile and said:

"Okay, that's good."

"Old Wang's house is finally occupied, which makes the front yard much more lively."

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, please feel free to ask."

Wang Anping smiled and nodded, greeting him politely.

"Hello, Teacher Yan. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

Based on his memories of watching dramas in his previous life, Wang Anping knew that Yan Bugui was greedy for small gains and liked to calculate everything carefully, which later caused discord between his children.

But in Wang Anping's view...

He wasn't exactly a heinous villain.

In the drama, after retiring, Yan Bugui had to put aside his pride as a teacher and collect scraps in order to pay off his debts, something that everyone else in the courtyard felt ashamed of.

In that situation, Qin Huairu and Sha Zhu probably weren't prepared for Yan Bugui to be able to repay the debt.

Yan Bugui still went to do it in order to pay off his debts.

This sense of responsibility is truly commendable.

After exchanging greetings, Sun Hui led Wang Anping straight to the west-facing room.

She took out her key, unlocked the dusty door, and let Wang Anping in.

"This is the house where your uncle lived before he passed away."

"This will be your home from now on."

"First, tidy up the house and clean up. If you encounter any problems that you can't solve, go to the street work group to find us, or ask the people in the courtyard for help."

After giving her a few words of advice, Sun Hui left.

Yan Bugui also turned around and went back into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, he said to Yang Ruihua, who was heavily pregnant and curiously looking outside:

"Honey, someone has moved in next door."

"It was brought by Officer Sun from the Hutong Working Group. He said he's Old Wang's nephew, and he's quite a big guy, very tall."

"I just don't know what kind of personality they have, or whether they're easy to get along with."

"With that kind of physique."

"I doubt even that kid Sha Zhu could beat him..."