Mixed in 1980

Chapter 3 Planning to intercept
The yard became lively, with children playing in the yard, people who went to work returning on their bicycles, and women starting to light a fire to prepare dinner.

"It's already past four?"

The setting sun shone in from the window, and the dim golden light fell on the manuscript paper. Chen Fan then realized that he had been writing for most of the day.

Chen Fan put on the pen and shook his sore wrist. At this moment, he missed the computer and his typing speed of 80 words per minute very much.

Handwriting is such a torture.

After collecting the manuscript and looking at the people going home with smiles, Chen Fan suddenly understood why everyone looked down on self-employed individuals and why he had to rack his brains to get a job in the factory to screw screws.

As a worker, you have a dormitory to live in when you go to work, a house to share when you get married, a factory doctor to see you when you are sick, and a factory school for your children to go to. All aspects of birth, aging, sickness and death are taken care of.

Even the working hours are from 8 am to 4 pm, and he goes home on time, but he does not have the "ninety-ninety-six blessings" that those bastards who get rich first in later generations talk about.

"Brother Bingzi, why are you back so early today?"

A man with patches all over his body walked in. He was in his early thirties, with dark skin, short hair, and looked a little old.

But he has a really strong physique, his arms are bulging with muscles, and his thighs are particularly thick, exuding a primitive sense of bodybuilding.

"It's just one long trip today."

Li Hongbing took the cigarette, took out a match and lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, and the tense energy finally dissipated.

He rides a tricycle, commonly known as Banerye.

It was equivalent to the camel Xiangzi of the tricycle. His job was regarded as inferior to that of a man. He was in his thirties and still hadn't married. He was once nicknamed Camel and Xiangzi.

Chen Fan also shouted this when he was a child. Guan Yuemei heard it one time. She took out a feather duster and beat him, then took him to the backyard to apologize to Li Hongbing.

"Why just one trip? Now that the job has been changed, there should be more work, right?"

"There is too much work, and sooner or later people will be exhausted to death, just like what is written in the movie Camel Xiangzi, people in our line of work will sooner or later fall down and die on the road."

"Do you still remember this?" Chen Fan smiled awkwardly.

"It has nothing to do with you. People often shouted at me during that period. I bought the book specifically to read it. What was written in the book made a lot of sense. People in our line of work will have a bad ending sooner or later."

"It's all changed, the worst that can happen is I can just change my career."

"You can't even find a job yourself, and you're still talking nonsense to me."

"..."

Chen Fan suddenly felt that the fact that Li Hongbing had not found a wife at the age of thirty might not have much to do with his work, but the bigger problem was his mouth.

“I have another way.”

"You take your time to figure it out. I'm going to go back and take a shower. I'm so sweaty that I'll stick to you."

Li Hongbing pulled off the clothes that were stuck to his body and walked away with an uncomfortable look on his face.

Watching him leave, Chen Fan slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Jianjun's opportunity falls on Li Hongbing. Let's get in touch with him today. Once they have a deep friendship, it will be easier to intercept him.

After taking a few more puffs, Chen Fan put out the cigarette, turned around and ran straight to the braised meat stall at the entrance of the alley.

This year, the capital city cancelled the "quantity-based voucher" supply of pork and switched to open sales, but correspondingly, the price of pork also increased from 75 cents to 1.6 yuan.

People with smart ideas have already started going to meat processing plants to buy cheap goods such as pork heads and offal to make braised meat, and then selling them on the streets.

"This is it. Weigh it."

"One pound and two taels."

After weighing the meat, the stall owner used a knife to poke a hole in the pig's head, took out some straw and put it through the hole, then handed it over: "I'll give you 1.8 yuan."

Chen Fan was so shocked by what he saw, it really was a universal straw.

My friend bought braised meat, not raw meat, so you skewered it with a straw?

Fortunately, I didn't ask the stall owner to slice it and mix it with cold food. If I really said it, the stall owner would probably cut a piece of meat from his own body and mix it with cold food. When I took the meat home, Guan Yuemei rolled her eyes at me.

"If you have a little money left, just build it."

Guan Yuemei knew that her son still had some money, which was saved bit by bit from the work points he earned while working in the countryside. At most, he had about a hundred or eighty yuan.

"Isn't this greedy?"

Chen Fan sliced the braised meat, mixed some sauce, and pinched a piece with his hands, feeding it to the little sister who was laughing beside him: "Is it delicious?"

The youngest sister squinted her eyes and nodded.

"There are no rules. Go away. I'm going to cook." Guan Yuemei sent her children away and started to busy herself. Her husband was about to come back.

Not long after, Chen Musheng came back.

He is in his early forties and looks quite strong, especially his arms, which are exceptionally thick and sturdy, which is due to the frequent carrying of wood.

As a fifth-level carpenter in the furniture factory, Chen Musheng has been a worker for more than 20 years. He has excellent skills and makes all the furniture in his home by himself.

"Let's have a drink together?"

Seeing the meat on the table, Chen Musheng took out some loose wine and poured a glass for his son: "Your mother just told me that you plan to take the college entrance examination again?"

Chen Fan picked up the cup and clinked it with his father's. "I went to a street meeting a few days ago. Now the temporary workers in the factory are all full, so I can only arrange them to work in the street cooperative. I thought, I might as well take the college entrance examination."

Chen Musheng took a sip and put down the cup: "As long as you have an idea, it's fine. The college entrance examination is only four months away. Try your best and try to pass it. Then you can have a decent background in the future."

"Don't worry, I will."

"Just work hard and don't feel any psychological pressure. If you really can't do it, just take my place. I have the skills and can support my family by doing some private work."

"Of course you are the pillar of our family."

Chen Musheng couldn't help but curl his lips when his son praised him: "Anyway, you know it in your heart. Next, you should review well at home. Don't tell anyone when you go out. There are too many gossips in our yard."

Laugh at those who have nothing, hate those who have money, despise those who are poor, resent those who are rich... Life in the slum is very complicated, there are all kinds of people, and "Love in the Courtyard" is a joke.

Unless you are that stupid guy!

Although Chen Fan had just been reborn, he had been back in the city for more than a month after going to the countryside, and had been looking for a job for more than a month. In the eyes of others, he was just an unemployed vagrant.

Not as good as being a self-employed person.

It was also at this time in my previous life that I decided to repeat the college entrance examination. There was constant gossip in the yard, and thanks to the efforts of a group of "aunties", the whole alley knew that there was a loser living in Yard 46 who had failed the college entrance examination three times and was planning to take it for the fourth time.

At that moment, life became like a joke.

In his previous life, Chen Fan was just an ordinary young man. Facing gossip, he couldn't remain calm and collected, and the pressure in his heart was enormous.

Whenever faced with ridicule, I could only grit my teeth and study hard. It was not until the end of the college entrance examination and the admission letter came that I felt proud.

Chen Fan had no intention of enduring this life again.

In this life, we should be generous when necessary and stingy when necessary. We should not actively hurt others, but we should not put ourselves in a difficult position either. We just want to live a happy life.

Whoever makes us unhappy, we will make him unhappy.

He returned to the ear room, took out the manuscript he had written today, picked up the pen and continued writing. It was not until after twelve o'clock that Chen Fan put down the pen and tidied up the manuscript paper.

I roughly counted and found that I wrote more than twenty pages of manuscript, so my efficiency is still acceptable.

It's just too laborious.

If you write like this, you will get tendonitis sooner or later.

Shaking his sore wrists, Chen Fan couldn't help but think of his computer and cell phone again. This long night was really hard to endure without a cell phone.

(End of this chapter)