1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 3 Rebellion against Tiangang
"Rice porridge! It's delicious!"

It was daybreak, birds were chirping, and Jiang Xian had already woken up.

His body had long been accustomed to getting up early. When he was in Baiyangdian, receiving re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants, he had to go to work with the villagers every day and do daily chores.

Farmers work in four periods of time: the first period is before breakfast, the second period is after breakfast, the third period is after lunch when working in the fields, and the fourth period is until dark.

The yard had already become lively, with all kinds of noises mixed together, boiling like boiling water. Jiang Xian, wearing cloth shoes, picked up the enamel urinal, opened the door, and saw his mother just coming back pushing a bicycle.

"You went for a walk?"

"I don't have the time to go to the morning market at Longtan Lake."

Jiang Xian took a glance and saw a bundle of vegetables clamped on the rear rack of the bicycle. There was a net bag hanging on the handlebars, which contained a few tomatoes with water droplets on them.

In the 50s, with the spread of supply and marketing cooperatives and grocery stores, city dwellers got used to using food coupons and grocery coupons to buy daily necessities at grocery stores, and the morning market in the capital gradually disappeared.

In the early days of reform and opening up, city dwellers began to want more abundant non-staple foods to spice up their lives, while farmers in the suburbs of Beijing hoped to exchange their own eggs and vegetables for some food coupons.

Farmers living outside the Yongdingmen city began to carry their loads into the city every day, and the morning market became lively again, appearing like mushrooms after a rain on every road section of Yanjing city.

The most lively one is Longfu Temple. In the minds of old Beijingers, Longfu Temple is the symbol of the business district. However, after a fire broke out, the temple did not recover for many years. There are countless folk legends about this matter, so I will not go into details.

"Ke'er, Ke'er, why haven't you woken up yet?"

Jiang Ke just woke up in a daze after Jiang Xian came back from emptying the urinal.

Jiang Xian picked up the thermos and poured her a basin of water for washing her face. There was not much water in the thermos, and he accidentally poured the limescale in it.

"Did you have fun yesterday? Do you want to play chess again?"

Jiang Ke shuddered as if she had heard something terrifying. After she came to her senses, she tried hard to maintain her majestic image of a chivalrous woman, pouting her lips and pointing at the basin.

"Look at the water you poured. How can I wash my face?"

"If you don't wash, I will." Jiang Xian washed his face with the clean water on top, holding the soap and rolling it around.

I fought with Jiang Ke all night yesterday, and the collection progress of [Chess] has reached (33/100).

And I have discovered 3 rules for getting inspiration.

[1. You must participate in person to gain inspiration.

2. You can’t just work in isolation, you need to interact with others.

3. Being perfunctory and careless doesn’t count, you have to immerse yourself in the event wholeheartedly. ]
Wipe off the water drops on your face, dip your fingers into the fucking Pechoin, apply a pinch on both cheeks and the tip of your nose, and finally spread it evenly.

When he turned around, he saw Jiang Ke sleeping on his bed again. He pinched her cheek, and it felt so damn good.

The girl woke up in anger. Jiang Xian dodged a few of her punches, picked up the shovel and pickaxe from home, put the chess pieces into a military green shoulder bag, and rode out of the door on his bike, looking like Guan Gong riding his Red Hare to a meeting alone.

Today he had a short-term labor job arranged by the street labor service station, and the place was not far away. He rode his bike to Liulichang, walked through it, ran to the front gate, and soon saw a row of "matchboxes".

As we got closer, we saw red slogans: "Grasp the key points and run the country, raise the red flag, and make new contributions on the ten-mile long street", "Work hard for four months, and all 37 buildings will be erected".
This is the Qiansanmen residential building, the first high-rise slab-type residential building and high-rise tower-type residential building built in the capital. These days, this place is the pride of the entire capital.

"The quota is piecework, one dollar and eighty-four cents per job, and whoever finishes the work first can leave first." The staff of the General Construction Office gave the order.

The full name of the Unified Construction Office is "Beijing Construction Committee Unified Construction Office". It was established not long ago. To put it simply, it is specifically responsible for building houses. Because it is located in a temporary work shed in Wangfujing and there is a public toilet to the north, everyone jokingly calls it "the toilet."

Jiang Xian didn't mind being tired. Compared with building roads, digging rivers, digging manure and beating frost in the countryside, this job was nothing.

He was young and strong, and he was not afraid of anything. He picked up the shovel and pickaxe, and took advantage of the cool weather to work hard. He finished the work before noon.

We were all educated youth who had just returned to the city, and when we got together to rest, it was easy for us to start chatting.

"Where did you come from?"

"The Great Northern Wilderness."

"The Northeast? Life there must be difficult."

"It's been so hard, and I'm too honest. In fact, in the first winter after I went to the countryside, some people started to leave. I remember I knew someone who came from a Peking Opera family, named Chi Chongrui. He was specially recruited by the military art troupe. He was so happy that he sang in the dormitory all night. He was so happy."

Oh, oh. Jiang Xian's ears moved.

I didn't expect that you, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also betray the revolution.

"Comrade, would you like to play a game of chess?" Jiang Xian came forward and greeted him while covering his shoulder bag.

"Are there chess pieces?"

"I brought a pair with me when I came here today."

"Come on then." A middle-aged man with messy hair like a bird's nest rolled up his sleeves and looked quite interested.

Jiang Xian took the chess box out of his bag, placed the chessboard on a flat surface, found a few pieces of cement to hold down the four corners, then looked up and asked.

"You first or me first?"

"You're handsome, you go first."

"Row."

Jiang Xian picked up the cannon and moved it towards his head.

"Cannon two level five, cannon in the front, old opening." Zang Guozhu jumped the horse very experiencedly, "I have seen the left cannon blocking the chariot against the cannon in the front. I will show it to you when I have the chance."

Hearing someone playing chess here, a group of gentlemen gathered around in a short while, each of them holding their chests, with their hands behind their backs, talking in a loud voice and shaking their heads at the chessboard.

After a few moves, Jiang Xian pushed the chess piece away, admitting defeat.

At the same time, the prompt in my mind popped up again.

"Inspiration [Chess] progress +1, current progress (34/100)"

His face was smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"Great, great, another game?"

Zang Guozhu frowned.

Hey, what are you happy about?
This is the first time I see someone so happy after losing a game of chess.

"It's too hot here, let's go somewhere else."

"Where?"

The midday sun was scorching, so a group of people moved to a residential building, found a two-bedroom unfinished house, and moved into the large room.

Jiang Xian glanced around the house. This house was indeed very unique. The space was cramped and the walls were thick, to an exaggerated degree. It was said that it was designed to withstand an earthquake intensity of 8 degrees.

Add wine, turn on the lights and resume the feast.

Set up the chessboard, arrange the chess pieces and start fighting.

Jiang Xianqi's game of 'Master Moving - Always Losing'.

At the same time, the progress of [Chess] in my mind keeps +1, +1, +1
After a short while, the progress bar reached (43/100).

That unknown short story was getting closer and closer to him.

Jiang Xian felt refreshed all over.

There is probably nothing more satisfying in this world than "pointing at a bunch of things and eating a bunch of them".

"Come again, come again."

He stretched out his arms lightly and turned over the Tiangang.

"You're winning so slowly, do you know how to play chess?"

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