1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 1 Jiang Xian
1978 8 Month 23 Day.

That is the beginning of summer in the lunar year of Wuwu.

"Registered letter from Comrade Jiang Xian~"

The summer heat is rising, and willow trees are shrouding the deep alleys of the capital.

The scattered sunlight shines through the swaying branches of the willow trees, casting a mottled shadow of the old times.

Jiang Xian leaned sideways and squeezed out of the doorway.

"Comrade, my letter."

At the entrance of the yard, the postman, dressed in postman green, rode a "28" manganese steel cart with the words "Post Office" printed on it. He stepped onto the steps with his right foot and took out a letter from the mail bag.

"stamp."

"here."

“Oh, it’s in seal script.”

Blow on it and cover it on the clip. Make two copies.

The alley where the two people were was called Wei Ran Hutong. It was said that during the Ming Dynasty, it was the residence of Wei Zhongxian, a member of the eunuch party, and the "Beijing News" was also published here.

After the handover was completed, Jiang Xian turned around and went back into the yard.

The compound is home to more than seventy households, with a total of more than two hundred people.

There are public water pipes, shoes stacked on the windowsill, a honeycomb coal shed next to the corner, and a toilet in the yard, open-air with a lid on top. The patriotic health campaign has penetrated into every household, and a layer of 666 powder is usually sprinkled inside.

After entering the house, Jiang Xian picked up the letter and glanced at the list of contents. It was sent by his father from Huairou.

Quotations from teachers in the book: "We must support whatever the enemy opposes, and oppose whatever the enemy supports."

The following contents are named: National food coupons, 45 catties.

Food coupons are divided into local and national types.

Local food coupons are only for local use, while national food coupons are valid nationwide and are difficult to exchange even with money.

"Jiang Xian?"

There was a shout outside the window. Jiang Xian looked up and caught a glimpse of Aunt Wang who lived in the same courtyard.

"Why are you still at home? Others have gone to the street labor service station to grab work."

"I'll go later."

Aunt Wang was so angry that she stomped her feet on the ground. "You are a child of revolutionary age, but you don't have the spirit to take the initiative to launch a battle and seize the hilltop."

"Well, they can't rob me anyway."

"Bragging, with that kind of ability, how can you still be an unemployed vagrant?"

"Who do you call a homeless person?"

Jiang Xian stood up suddenly. With a height of 1.78 meters, he looked like a giant in that era.

"I'm called an unemployed youth!"

He promptly corrected his own era title.

To deal with Aunt Wang, Jiang Xian put away the food coupons and rubbed his face. The washbasin was made of enamel, with a peony painted on the bottom.

Wiping his face, he saw a mirror with the words "The world is vast and there is much to do" written on it, reflecting the appearance of a young man.

"Quite handsome." He stroked his cheek and admired him quietly.

Yes, he is a time traveler.

He belongs to the post-epidemic era where bride price fraud is frequent and fifty-year-old women are guarding the country's borders.

As for 1978, that was forty years ago, a year he had never seen or experienced.

Even though he is an online writer with broad knowledge and understanding of the general trend of the times, practice is the only criterion for testing truth!

If you haven't experienced it yourself, it's like crossing a river by feeling the stones, with no advantages or opportunities.

As for the protagonist in a cool novel, who relies on accumulated life experience to get along with everyone and be good at dealing with people?
He is indeed middle-aged and has some insights into life.

It's all low-level stuff.

Fortunately, he still has a system.
"Jiang Xian, why haven't you gone yet?"

Outside the window, Aunt Wang attacked again.

Jiang Xian rolled his eyes, slowly put on a white Dacron shirt, and slipped on a pair of black-soled, red-soled Nei Liansheng cloth shoes.

Riding a "28" manganese steel cart, he slipped out of the alley.

His car is of the Forever brand. Riding a Forever in those days is equivalent to driving an SU7 in later generations.

Very face-saving.

Ride along Nanliu Lane towards Liulichang.

The impression of an era from seeing it in pictures and seeing it with your own eyes are two completely different things.

It was gray everywhere, the brick houses on both sides were short and dilapidated, the crowd was a mixture of blue, black and gray, the telephone poles were covered with dense wires, and only the bright red slogans on the wall were particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Xian turned left and right along the way, just like traveling through an old, yellowed and overexposed movie, everything was hazy and unreal.

After riding for more than ten minutes, we arrived at the "Liulichang Street Service Station" on the south side of the No. 43 Middle School.

He unbuttoned his shirt, and a thin layer of sweat had formed inside it. Dacron is like this, it doesn't absorb sweat and isn't breathable, but it's smooth and easy to wash, and it's still a symbol of fashion in the 70s.

A large group of people gathered outside the service station, looking like the Sanhe masters looking for daily wages, with the same depressed expressions.

In 1978, a huge wave of educated youth returned to the city, and thousands of strong laborers flocked back to the city, leading to serious unemployment problems.

Take Beijing for example, the number of unemployed young people has reached 40, with an average of one person out of every 2.7 households.

And now it’s different from the post-epidemic era.

In the post-epidemic era, women can live broadcast and order takeout when they are hungry. Men can deliver the takeout and watch the women’s live broadcast after delivering the takeout.

Right now, if you don't have a job, you really don't have a job.

"Let's just trust the wisdom of future generations."

Jiang Xian untied his cufflinks, rolled up his sleeves, took a deep breath, and then plunged into the crowded crowd.

"Leader, is there any work left? I'm an educated youth who returned to the city."

The staff looked at him.

"Do you live nearby?"

"Wei Ran Hutong."

"There is one more job, but it's far from where you live, at the Lama Temple. I'll pay one dollar and seventy-two cents a day for three days."

"I can't do it." Jiang Xian refused without even thinking, "Is there anything closer?"

"No more." The staff member was a little angry at his bourgeois hedonistic thoughts. "There was a job at the front three gates just now, and it has been taken by Comrade Li Hongmin."

Jiang Xian glanced at the guy next to him and saw that he was in the process of completing the formalities, so he quickly grabbed him.

"Comrade, where are you from?"

“Lazhu Hutong.”

"Who do you live with?"

Li Hongmin gave him a strange look, "My father, my mother, my grandfather, and my grandmother."

"I live with my mother."

Who asked you?

"Comrade leader, I need this job more than Comrade Li Hongmin!"

"reason."

"Comrade Li Hongmin has parents and elders who take care of each other at home, but my family is different. I live with my mother."

"What do you mean?"

"I have to take care of my mom!"

"???"

Shameless!
How shameless!

The staff's face twitched with anger.

At this critical juncture, Jiang Xian had already signed his name, with a look of regret on his face.

"I'll just have to do this rough work for now. When I was sent to work in the countryside, I was involved in the literary circle."

Look at this arrogance.

But this is not nonsense.

When I was working in the countryside in Baiyangdian, I was involved in underground literature and became very familiar with people like Jiang Shiwei and Zhao Zhenkai.

Moreover, he is an online writer himself, so he can be considered half a writer.

My long-term plan is to support myself through writing.

"Alas." He left with a look of grievance on his face.

If he had a penny in his pocket, he would never take this rough job.

Spend the day outside.

I returned to the yard at dusk and drove the car onto a narrow road covered with blue bricks and gray tiles.

He walked around the broken bamboo baskets and cardboard boxes, as well as two groups of children sitting and playing with cigarette boxes and popsicle sticks, followed the smell of the stove, lifted the kitchen curtain, and slipped in.

"Mom, what's for dinner?"

“Stretched noodles.”

In the north, stretched noodles are first rolled into strips and then kneaded. The noodles come out chewy and are delicious whether served with sauce or fried sauce.

Jiang Xian opened the lid of the water jar, picked up the gourd ladle, scooped a gourd of water and was sipping it when he heard a dripping sound beside his ear.

【The inspiration synthesis system has been loaded. 】

"The first synthetic route has been revealed:"

“【Educated Youth】+【Chess】=Short story “???””

New author, looking for a follow-up reader
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