Era: Starting from divorce from female college student

Chapter 7, Huguo Temple
In Beijing, at the gate of Andingmen Subdistrict Office, Huang Xiuling was crying bitterly, looking very sad.

Zhao Mancang didn't care at all. He turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't expect to see Huang Xiufen rushing towards him.

"Sister, are you really divorced?"

At this time, Huang Xiufen still couldn't believe what she saw.

When her elder sister heard this, she cried even more sadly.

"Zhao Mancang, you are not allowed to leave!"

Before Huang Xiufen could go forward to comfort her elder sister, she saw Zhao Mancang trying to run away, so she quickly stepped forward to stop him, shouting at the same time.

Looking at his former sister-in-law who was trying to stop him, Zhao Mancang turned away with an impatient look on his face.

After a while of entanglement, it ended with Zhao Mancang leaving the two sisters with a cold-blooded and heartless back.

Huang Xiufen was very angry, but there was nothing she could do.

She had originally wanted to say a few words to Zhao Mancang, hoping to change the outcome, but she didn't expect Zhao Mancang to be so heartless.

Half an hour later, Zhao Mancang arrived at the Shichahai Sub-district Office.

"Are you Zhao Mancang?"

In the office, Guan Shicong, the street office director who was in his fifties, glanced at the note in his hand, then looked at Zhao Mancang and confirmed again.

There is a quadrangle courtyard east wing near Huguo Temple that has been vacant for more than half a year and no one has lived in it.

It’s not that everyone dislikes it, but there is no one who meets the requirements. Even if someone wants it occasionally, they will just stay for a few days and then leave.

Zhao Mancang in front of him is a breeder at the steel plant, so he is naturally qualified.

What's more, as soon as he came up, Zhao Mancang was very considerate and gave him two packs of Daqianmen.

Although Guan Shicong didn't think the Daqianmen cigarettes that cost 39 cents a pack were very good, he had to take good care of Zhao Mancang just because he was smart and sensible.

However, the necessary procedures still have to be followed.

After pretending to confirm the note presented by the steel plant, Guan Shicong finally agreed to this matter.

"Thank you, Director Guan."

Zhao Mancang was somewhat nervous, but he felt relieved after seeing Guan Shicong's approval.

The capital is a diverse place with all kinds of people.

Even though it is 1958 now, things like leaving doors unlocked at night and not picking up things on the streets are all relative.

Most people like to have a one-sided understanding of the texts they read in books, not realizing that this is just narrow cognition.

From the founding of the People's Republic of China in 1949 to 1958, the total length of time was only nine years.

In such a short period of time, can everyone stop stealing and everyone's quality become so good?

Human hearts are the most complex and unpredictable things in the world. If the whole society were so perfect, with doors left unlocked at night and people not picking up things on the streets, wouldn't that mean we had entered an advanced society with excellent quality?
According to incomplete statistics, throughout the 1950s, theft cases accounted for about 60 percent of the total number of criminal cases in my country.

Since 1949, there have been an average of about 290,000 criminal cases each year.

That means there are at least 170,000 theft cases every year.

Moreover, this is only part of the data that can be counted. What about the data that cannot be counted?

Because the 1950s was a very closed and backward era, and information transmission was very slow, a lot of data was easily destroyed, so it was normal that it was not fully counted.

So Zhao Mancang did not kill him with one blow.

Therefore, the social etiquette of later generations was likely similar to that of the 1950s. However, how to strike a balance between these two is, of course, something that requires careful consideration.

Fortunately, Zhao Mancang did not make any mistakes in his estimation, from the time he got the note for the house to the current director of the street office, Guan Shicong.

Maybe Guan Shicong also wants to be a good person, but
More than ten minutes later, Zhao Mancang, led by an old lady, came to the central courtyard of the Huguo Temple quadrangle.

"Xiao Zhao, after you move in with us, remember to tell Auntie if you have any problems."

"If you ask me, you should hurry up and find someone else. Don't look for a college student. Just find someone you can live with."

In just a few hundred meters, the old lady named Liu Juan kept chattering all the way.

Liu Juan had obviously heard of the "celebrity" Zhao Mancang.

He has never touched his wife once in eight years of marriage. How could Liu Juan not have heard about it when she works in a well-informed street office?

The nickname of the street office is the intelligence organization exchange station, and Liu Juan's nickname is gossip girl, which is a double buff.

Zhao Mancang put on a professional fake smile and responded to the other party seriously.

He had just escaped from the abyss, but he didn't want to immediately "bravely rush into" another wolf's den or tiger's lair.

Therefore, even if you want to get married, you must be extremely cautious.

In the short term, Zhao Mancang’s idea is to settle himself down first and live his current life well.

Following Aunt Liu's footsteps, Zhao Mancang greeted his neighbors and then pushed the door open and entered the east wing of his new home.

"This house has been unoccupied for over half a year. It's a bit dingy, but it's still habitable after a bit of cleaning."

Inside the house, Zhao Mancang looked around the room and nodded in agreement with Liu Juan.

There are two rooms in total, not very big, each room is about 15 or 16 square meters, and the total area is about 30 square meters.

As for the Beijing courtyard houses, those who know will understand.

If it's just him living here, honestly, these two rooms are more than enough.

There is nothing nice to see in an empty room, and you still need to buy furniture, bed sheets, quilt covers, etc. yourself.

Liu Juan didn't stay long. After Zhao Mancang watched her leave, he closed the door and prepared to leave.

Such a dirty house must be cleaned thoroughly with tools.

As soon as I closed the door, I heard a childish voice behind me.

"Are you the donkey-raising brother Zhao?"

Not far away, a little girl wearing a tattered summer cloth jacket with several patches on it and with a very clean face was looking at Zhao Mancang timidly.

Behind the little girl, there were a few other kids hiding in the corridor, dressed similarly.

Zhao Mancang looked around the yard. There were several middle-aged women busy washing clothes at the laundry trough in the middle yard, casting curious glances at him.

"How old are you? And you're calling me Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Mancang laughed and continued without waiting for the other party to answer, "I do raise donkeys, but I raise more than just donkeys. I also raise pigs, cattle and sheep. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I'm fourteen years old, and you're only ten years older than me. Why can't I call you Brother Zhao?"

The little girl said this seriously, which shocked Zhao Mancang.

My goodness, she's probably less than 1.2 meters tall, right? Fourteen years old? Is that normal?

(End of this chapter)