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In a narrow street in the provincial capital of Xinling City, there are several three-story simple buildings built in the 50s. Feng Xiaochen's home is on one of the buildings. Feng Xiaochen pushed open the door of the house, said hello to his father Feng Li, who was sitting at the dining table in the living room correcting students' homework, and then went into the small room shared by himself and his younger brother Feng Lingyu.

Feng Xiaochen's house can barely be regarded as a two-bedroom living room, in fact, that hall is also separated by himself, only 4 square meters, just enough to stuff a dining table and a small cupboard. The two rooms are only 8 square meters each, Feng Li and his wife live in one, and Feng Xiaochen and his brothers live in the other. As for the kitchen, it is unthinkable, like other people, the Feng family puts the stove in the corridor to fry vegetables, and the soy sauce bottle and honeycomb coal live next to each other, showing a discordant beauty.

In the small room, Feng Lingyu was looking through an old book with yellowed pages, which Feng Xiaochen pulled out of a few large boxes hidden under the bed a few days ago. Those boxes were once the treasures of their deceased grandfather Feng Weiren, which contained all kinds of books that Feng Weiren had saved in his life, most of which were technical books, and Feng Lingyu, who was also only at the level of junior high school graduation, felt that the words on these books were too far away from his own world, and he believed that his brother thought the same way.

When Feng Weiren died, he took the hands of his two grandsons and solemnly entrusted them with these boxes of books. After the little brothers came back from their grandfather's funeral, they didn't even have the interest of opening the bookbox, so they stuffed the box directly under the bed, and if they couldn't stuff it, they stacked it in the corner of the wall and became a small table.

A few days ago, Feng Xiaochen didn't know what was wrong, so he suddenly opened all these boxes, took out the books in them one by one, and flipped through them. There are so many books, of course, he can't read them all in detail, in Feng Lingyu's opinion, his brother just shook every book, as if he was looking for some hidden passbook in the book.

After flipping through all the books, Feng Xiaochen found some books and piled them outside, as if he was going to take time to read them. He also threw a few books to Feng Lingyu, which were all old novels from the past, and he didn't know how Feng Weiren had preserved them. Feng Lingyu is a little interested in novels, for example, the book "Pingshan Lengyan" that he is reading now tells the love story of two pairs of talented and beautiful women, and it is also interspersed with the plot of fighting poems, which is much better than what he read when he was a child.

"Brother, you're back. ”

Seeing Feng Xiaochen enter the house, Feng Lingyu casually said hello. After all, the Feng family is also a scholarly family, some tutors, Feng Lingyu has called Feng Xiaochen brother since he was a child, unlike some people who don't like brothers, and brothers don't like brothers.

"How about reading, is it good-looking?" Feng Xiaochen asked as he hung up his small satchel.

"It's so good-looking!" Feng Lingyu said, "Let me tell you, that Ping Ruheng is too talented, and his export is complete, I don't think Li Bai is as capable as him." And that Leng Jiangxue, beautiful and moving, and can write poetry, hey, brother, do you think our grandma is this kind of talented girl?"

"Uh...... You have to ask grandpa about this, right?" Feng Xiaochen was speechless, people like Feng Lingyu can be regarded as second-level youths in a few decades, right? At present, they have a more second-level name, called "unemployed youth", and when this kind of person is described in literary works, it is basically associated with things like fighting, brawling, and patting mother-in-law.

"By the way, aren't your units working overtime these days? Why do you get off work so early?" Feng Lingyu's thoughts jumped on Feng Xiaochen's body again, the little brothers have been dependent on each other since childhood, and they are very clear about what they have with each other.

Feng Xiaochen inherited the feelings for his younger brother Feng Lingyu in the original body, and had a little more pity for the half-grown child as a time-traveler who had a complicated life experience. He sat down and said to Feng Lingyu: "The meeting of our unit can't go on, so I have nothing to do." By the way, don't talk about our unit, Ling Yu, are you going to stay in the house every day to watch these talented and beautiful women?

"Looking for something to do?" Feng Lingyu threw away the book, sat cross-legged on the bed, and said with a self-deprecating face, "Now the streets are full of unemployed young people, and there are those who have come back from more than ten years in the queue, and the beard and scum are enough to be uncles, and they can't be assigned jobs." People like me, who have just graduated from junior high school, don't care about it on the street, tell us to play for a few more years and then go to them. ”

Feng Li and his wife, one is a physics teacher at Xinling City No. 2 Middle School, and the other is an employee of a large collective enterprise in a street below Xinling City, so naturally there is no way to arrange employment for their two sons. For the sake of Feng Weiren's face, the Metallurgical Department took care of the position of a temporary worker and gave Feng Xiaochen priority. Feng Lingyu graduated from junior high school last year, but he was not admitted to high school, and he was not interested in studying, so he stayed at home. As Feng Lingyu said, it's too late to place those uncle-level educated youths who have returned to the city on the street, who can take care of a little kid who has just graduated from junior high school?

"Waiting for the country to recruit workers, or waiting for the street to arrange jobs, I don't think there is hope. Now that the state allows you to run a self-employed person, are you interested in doing it?" Feng Xiaochen threw out a plan he had already thought of.

In 1980, the self-employed was still a new thing, except for those who had been released from prison or those who had nothing, most people still had a contempt and fear for the self-employed profession. Don't look at some self-employed people in society who have made some money and dress brighter than others, but everyone is not sure whether the policy will change. If the policy were to return to the past, wouldn't these self-employed individuals who represented the capitalist line be the first to become class enemies?

How much does a bad background affect a person's life, people who have experienced sports are deeply aware of it, ordinary good families, who is willing to touch this stain?

Feng Xiaochen naturally does not think that being a self-employed person is a dangerous thing, he knows the policy direction in the next few decades, and knows that the era of treating private ownership as a poisonous insect and beast is gone forever. He still hasn't figured out what the relationship between the world he is in and the world he has experienced before, but judging from all indications, the paths taken by the two worlds should be similar, at least, Luo Xiangfei, who appeared in the 1780 hot rolling mill project in the last world, has also appeared now.

I don't know if it's any telepathic effect, Feng Xiaochen just thought of Luo Xiangfei when he heard a voice outside the door: "Excuse me, is this Comrade Feng Li's home?"

Because the weather is still a little hot, as long as the residents in the simple building are at home, they will not close the door. At that time, every family was destitute, and there was no privacy that was afraid of others peeping in. Hearing someone call the door, Feng Li stood up and looked out of the door, and saw two people standing outside the door, one was older and looked like a big cadre, and the other was younger, but Feng Li knew, it was a staff member in the office of the Metallurgical Department, named Guo Huagang. Feng Li is also a child of the Metallurgical Hall, and he is naturally somewhat familiar with the people in the Metallurgical Hall.

"It's Hua Gang, please come in. This leader is ......" Feng Li asked Guo Huagang about the origin of the old man while letting the guests into the house. Judging from Guo Huagang's performance, this old man must be a leader, maybe he is still a relatively big one.

"Teacher Feng, let me introduce you. Guo Huagang said, Feng Li is a middle school teacher, and Guo Huagang also calls him a teacher according to his profession, which does not mean self-humility.

"This is Deputy Director Luo of the Metallurgical Bureau of the State Economic Commission, who came to our Nanjiang to inspect the work. I heard that Feng Lao had passed away, so he made a special trip to pay his respects. Guo Huagang introduced.

Hearing this introduction, Feng Li panicked all of a sudden. The State Economic Commission, that is a place that cannot be higher, and what kind of director there can be regarded as a minister when he comes to the province? Such a person actually came to his house in person, and this makes him very good.

"Oh, it turned out to be Director Luo, oops, look at my house, it's really messy......" Feng Li hurriedly cleaned up the homework book on the table, pulled out a stool for Luo and Guo to sit down, and then shouted into the inner room: "Xiaochen, come out, hurry up and pour water for Director Luo and Uncle Guo, Ling Yu, you go to my clothes pocket to get money, go out and buy a bag of China and come back......"

Feng Xiaochen and Feng Lingyu came out in response, Feng Lingyu was about to go to the house to get the money, Luo Xiangfei hurriedly stopped him, and said to Feng Li: "Teacher Feng, don't be busy. Let's just drink some water, and we don't have to buy cigarettes, I'll bring them myself. ”

With that, he took out a box of peony cigarettes from his pocket, took out one first, and handed it to Feng Li. Feng Li excused himself again and again, then timidly took the cigarette, and hurriedly struck a match to help Luo Xiangfei and Guo Huagang light the cigarette, and finally lit his own cigarette. After such a long time, Feng Xiaochen had already poured water for the two guests, and then stood behind his father, waiting for further instructions.

"This is my boss, Feng Xiaochen, who is now working as a temporary worker in the Metallurgical Hall, and Hua Gang should know him. Feng Li introduced to the guests.

"I know that too. Luo Xiangfei replied with a smile, "The name is good, and the ability is also very strong, so he is worthy of being a descendant of Feng Lao." ”

"Director Luo has won the award. Feng Xiaochen replied lightly.

Feng Li was confused by the conversation between the two, he looked back at Feng Xiaochen, and asked in surprise, "What, Xiaochen, have you seen Director Luo?"

"Not only have I seen it, but Comrade Xiaochen has also done me a great favor, isn't it, Comrade Xiaochen?"

Luo Xiangfei winked at Feng Xiaochen and said meaningfully.