I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

Seeing this, Yan Jiefang continued:

"There's a niche job in the eastern suburbs with a large shortage of openings, low entry requirements, and no one competing for it. It might be the only legitimate and formal job you can secure right now."

Upon hearing this, Liu Guangtian abruptly looked up, his eyes instantly lighting up, his breathing unconsciously becoming softer, and he eagerly pressed for an answer:

"What kind of work? Can I do it?"

"The East Suburb Crematorium is recruiting cremation apprentices, transportation apprentices, cosmetic surgery apprentices, and other related workers," Yan Jiefang slowly and clearly stated the answer.

Upon hearing this, Liu Guangfu, who was standing next to him, froze instantly, instinctively taking half a step back, his face turning pale, his eyes filled with fear and apprehension.

Liu Guangtian was also stunned for a moment, his pupils contracted slightly, the expectation on his face suddenly froze, his lips moved but he couldn't say anything for a long time.

Crematoriums are considered unlucky and cold places by everyone, and ordinary people avoid them at all costs, with no one wanting to get involved with them.

Yan Jiefang saw through his thoughts and continued calmly and clearly, outlining the advantages and disadvantages:

"I'll explain the pros and cons to you, and you can decide for yourself."

Advantages: First, 100% formal employees, with official positions in the state-owned civil affairs system, stable salaries paid monthly without delays or deductions.

Secondly, no one will be competing with you for this job. People are wary of this job, and there is a constant shortage of staff. If you apply, you are almost guaranteed to get the job.

Third, their benefits were better than those of ordinary laborers. They received a special monthly allowance for their positions, and their rations of food and cloth coupons were more generous than those of ordinary workers.

Fourth, it doesn't require physical exertion in the wind and sun, and it's much easier and more respectable than carrying bags at the train station.

He paused, then stated the drawbacks frankly and without reservation:

"The drawbacks are also obvious."

First, you face strong societal prejudices, which others will find taboo and distasteful. Your neighbors will likely gossip about you and distance themselves from you.

Secondly, people who are easily frightened or have a strong aversion to being in contact with corpses cannot last long in such jobs.

Third, you'll be labeled with this job for life, which will affect your dating life and networking.

After speaking, Yan Jiefang looked at him quietly:

"I've laid out the pros and cons; whether you can accept it is up to you."

This should be your only chance right now to turn things around and secure a permanent job.

Liu Guangtian stood there in a daze, head down in silence for a long time, his brows furrowed and his expression changing repeatedly.

Is it taboo? Of course it is.

Who among ordinary people would willingly spend their days with the deceased?

But when he thought of the daily backbreaking work at the train station, the frustration of constantly hitting walls, and the helpless situation of the two brothers, his hesitation gradually dissipated.

Face and taboos are utterly insignificant compared to a stable livelihood and the ability to support one's family.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Guangtian's eyes gradually hardened, and he nodded emphatically:

"I can do it! As long as I can earn a stable income to support myself and Guangfu, I'm not afraid of what others will say!"

Yan Jiefang looked at the determination in his eyes and nodded slightly.

Her gaze returned to the gift in his hand; she accepted it without hesitation.

"Thank you for your kindness. I'll accept the gifts. Tomorrow morning, take your household registration book and junior high school graduation certificate to the East Suburb Crematorium to register. Ask about the placement of unemployed people in the neighborhood. They shouldn't give you any trouble."

Liu Guangtian was overjoyed. His heart, which had been tense for many days, finally settled down, and a genuine smile appeared on his face. He bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude.

The problem that had troubled him for so long was easily solved by Yan Jiefang in just a few words, and he kept this kindness firmly in his heart.

Yan Jiefang learned this job from a courtyard novel he had read in his previous life.

Back then, the protagonist in that book also guided Liu Guangtian to the crematorium.

He was very interested when he saw it, and even checked it out using a bean bun, and found that it was indeed feasible!

He had been troubled by Yan Jiekuang's matter for a long time before, and then he remembered it by chance.

But then he remembered that 67 was the peak of the windstorms, and the East Suburbs Crematorium was likely to stop hiring at that time.

This path must be abandoned for the time being.

Unexpectedly, Liu Guangtian came to him for help, so he went along with it and told him about this path.

When I was researching the information at the time, it was clearly stated that it was relatively easy before 66.

Moreover, it's only 61 years now, and those who meet the basic requirements (household registration in 49 cities, primary school education) and are willing to go will be approved directly.

Having received the answer he wanted, Liu Guangtian thanked them repeatedly and immediately left without lingering, quickly heading back to the courtyard house with his younger brother.

Yan Jiefang trained on the spot for nearly an hour before returning as the sun set.

As they approached the courtyard house, they were surprised to find the slender He Yushui standing not far from Yan Bugui.

This is an extremely rare occurrence.

I remember she only acted like this when she was younger and waiting for her older brother, Sha-zhu, to come home.

However, Yan Jiefang didn't take it seriously and walked directly into the courtyard.

He Yushui stood with her hands in front of her, looking somewhat reserved, glancing occasionally at the alleyway she had come from, suggesting she had been waiting there for quite some time.

When Yan Jiefang saw her, she also noticed Yan Jiefang walking towards her.

He Yushui was overjoyed and quickly walked over to greet him.

She paused slightly in front of Yan Jiefang, took out a stack of one-yuan bills and grain coupons from her pocket, and handed them over.

"Yan Jiefang, this is the medical bill you paid for me a few days ago, and the money for that steamed bun. I got it back from my brother, and I'm returning it to you now."

Her voice was soft and sincere.

"Thank you so much that day. If it weren't for you, I would have definitely fainted on the roadside. You not only saved me, but also paid for my medical treatment and gave me food. I can't let you spend this money for nothing."

Yan Jiefang shook his head:

"It doesn't cost that much. I only spent three cents that day, and you gave me a piece of sweet potato in March to fill my stomach. I'll just take three cents from you."

He took the one-yuan bill and then gave her back seven mao (0.7 yuan).

He Yushui immediately refused to accept it, shaking her head and saying:

"How can they be compared? How can half a sweet potato be compared to such a big meat bun!"

Yan Jiefang stuffed the money into her pocket, leaving no room for argument:

"If I say yes, then yes!"

Summer clothes are thin, and when her thigh touched Yan Jiefang's warm hand, even though it was only for a moment, He Yushui was filled with shyness and forgot to speak or resist.

Yan Bugui, who was not far away, noticed the situation and spotted the color and shape of the one-yuan coin.

He was immediately shocked: How could the second son have so much money? What's going on between him and the He family girl?

For Yan Bugui, anything related to money is a huge deal, especially when it involves more than one yuan!

He immediately moved closer to this side.

Yan Jiefang noticed the guy's actions and immediately glared at him.

This glance, devoid of any extra emotion, seemed to carry an overwhelming sense of oppression, a direct warning: Don't come any closer!

Yan Bugui suddenly stopped, his forward-leaning body instantly freezing. He didn't know why he felt afraid for a moment.

After Yan Jiefang and He Yushui entered the courtyard, he felt extremely aggrieved. Why was he, as a parent, afraid of his son?