Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

Her overall appearance remained unchanged, except that her complexion had improved, and her eyes were bright and alert.

She has become even more elegant!

He looks even more handsome!

"Once I'm healthy, I'll learn Bajiquan!"

"You beasts in the yard, if anyone dares to mess with me again, I'll let you taste the power of my iron fist."

"I will repay you a thousandfold for the pain you caused my predecessor."

"Use Bajiquan skill card!"

moment.

In Wan Ping'an's mind, a little person appears, starting from scratch and learning Bajiquan little by little until he becomes a Bajiquan master.

It's not simply about imparting skills.

It is a personal experience of a long learning process to thoroughly master Bajiquan.

Bang!

Wan Ping'an was very excited and punched the table.

A fist-shaped hole was punched through the sturdy solid wood table.

The edges of the hole were neat, not like it was punched out, but more like it was dug out with a knife.

Just shoot it through!

Don't break it!

It requires immense strength, lightning speed, and superb skills.

It's a hundred times harder than breaking a table!

If anyone saw this, unless they were an expert, they would definitely think he was vandalizing the table and deliberately digging a hole in it, and would call him a spendthrift.

Wan Ping'an looked at his right hand. He had punched through the table, but there was no redness or swelling, and he felt no pain at all. He moved it around without feeling any pain.

"It's not that the pain receptors are dead."

"My body strength has been greatly increased due to genetic modification and the enhancement of Bajiquan. This impact cannot harm me."

"The most important function of pain is to alert the body to injury."

"Without harm, of course there will be no pain."

"My pain system is working normally!"

To verify his guess, Wan Ping'an even collided his two fists together.

Bang!

The throbbing pain indicated that his guess was correct.

If the blow hits a rock or a piece of iron and hurts his hand, he will feel the pain.

"Silly Zhu, the strongest fighter in the courtyard, can he withstand one punch from me?"

Wan Ping'an was very satisfied.

Next, learn chef-level culinary skills.

Go through the process of learning Bajiquan again.

"Haha, if I wanted to, I could definitely take away Sha Zhu's job."

"In the drama 'Siheyuan', the most important factor in how Sha lived in the steel rolling mill and was able to thrive was his excellent cooking skills."

"The factory leaders need him."

"If the factory leaders no longer need him, they can easily find an excuse to demote him to sweep toilets."

"Silly Zhu, I hope you don't mess with me."

"Otherwise, my Bajiquan could beat you until you cry for your parents, and my cooking skills could steal your job. You are too weak in front of me."

Wan Ping'an's eyes sparkled.

Having just acquired the ability, I'm eager to try it out and really want to find someone to practice with.

"What is the 'farming perception'?"

"Things that can be used for farming?"

How do you perceive it?

Wan Ping'an was a little confused.

Farming doesn't allow you to experience the power of a martial art like Bajiquan, where you can punch through a table and truly witness its strength.

Chapter 3: Going out to buy meat, the first conflict with the Jia family.

If you can't figure it out, then stop thinking about it.

"When I get to my field and start farming, I'll know what farming is all about."

Wan Ping'an couldn't figure it out, so he simply put it aside for now.

Gulu!

Wan Ping'an's stomach growled; he was hungry.

"Go out to eat."

Wan Ping'an took the money out of the wooden box.

I took out all of the eight yuan.

"The predecessor had very poor survival skills and could only barely survive on coarse grains."

"I'm a time traveler with a system, so meat and fish are just the most basic necessities of life. I'll go to the market to buy some meat now."

Wan Ping'an took the money and walked out of the house.

The Hongxing Courtyard where he lived was a three-section courtyard house.

The overall layout is shaped like the Chinese character "目" (eye), simply divided into three sections: front, middle, and back. Regardless of whether one enters or exits, they can only use the single gate in the front yard.

of course.

You can also jump over the wall.

Wan Ping'an's house is right next to the backyard wall, facing south.

The house on the left is the home of the deaf old lady.

The house of Xu Damao is on the right in front.

The Xu family's house faces east and is situated against the west wall.

The Xu family's house faces the Liu family's house, which faces west. The two houses are right across from each other, separated by a backyard.

Wan Ping'an walked forward to the Intermediate People's Court and first saw the He family's house.

The He family's house was the best; it was the main house of a courtyard house, facing south.

On the west side of the central courtyard, in the same location as Xu Damao's family in the backyard, lived the Jia family. On the east side, opposite the Jia family, lived the Yi Zhonghai family.

"Jia's family?"

Wan Ping'an frowned slightly when he thought of the Jia family.

He transmigrated too early; Jia Dongxu's father, Jia Gensheng, was still alive, and Jia Dongxu was still a child with a father.

Like Yi Zhonghai, Jia Gensheng was a fitter in a steel rolling mill.

Wage standards in the 1950s.

Apprentice: 14 yuan; Level 1 worker: 28 yuan; Level 2 worker: 35 yuan; Level 3 worker: 42 yuan; Level 4 worker: 51 yuan; Level 5 worker: 63 yuan; Level 6 worker: 76 yuan; Level 7 worker: 89 yuan; Level 8 worker: 104 yuan.

Yi Zhonghai is at level six and earns a salary of 76 yuan.

Jia Gensheng is at level four, and his salary is only 51 yuan, which is quite a lot.

"In the 1950s, the minimum living standard was set at 5 yuan per month."

“Jia Gensheng earns 51 yuan a month. His family of three can barely afford it unless they eat and drink extravagantly. They can even save some money each month.”

Wan Ping'an sighed with emotion.

The income is not high, but the prices are cheap.

Just like when he went to buy meat to eat, pork now only costs a little over 60 cents per pound.

Another very important point is that workers in this era did not need to spend money to buy houses; as long as they had a formal job, they would be allocated housing.

There is no pressure from a mortgage.

All the wages I earn from work can be used for living expenses.

As he passed by the Central Court, he smelled the aroma of meat.

"The heat was too high, the meat was overcooked, it ruined the aroma, a failure!"

"Too much fat, too greasy, affects the taste, a failure!"