Courtyard House: My System - Artificial Human

The two arrived at the door of a large office with the sign "Personnel Section 2".

Lin Weiguo knew many people here, and greeted even more of them.

Before Lin Weidong went in, he asked him what he needed to do and was also curious about how Lin Weiguo would use his connections.

However, Lin Weiguo just smiled and shook his head, saying that there was no need to worry about these things.

In fact, when he personally brought Lin Weidong over and explained their relationship, he had already given away a certain amount of information.

As a serving cadre, his introduction was not only a living guarantee of Lin Weidong's identity and political reliability, but also a political gesture, demonstrating his family's solemn attitude towards participating in revolutionary work.

Lin Weidong interpreted this as an unspoken understanding within the system.

In his previous life, he had a lot of dealings with government departments due to the nature of his work, but that was in a later era, and the situation and atmosphere were definitely different from this time.

Driven by curiosity, he adopted a serious attitude and immersed himself in the experience of his new identity.

When the personnel department staff carefully examined Lin Weidong's materials and engaged in friendly conversation, Lin Weidong suddenly felt trusted and valued.

He sat upright and, following the memories of his predecessor, recounted how, after hearing of his father's sacrifice, he had studied and participated in internships in the rear area, and followed the organization in carrying out literacy campaigns.

Finally, when the clerk next to him put down his pen and nodded solemnly, the atmosphere suddenly became serious.

Then he heard the cadre who was talking to Lin Weidong ask in a solemn voice.

"Comrade Lin Weidong, we understand your situation. As the child of a martyr, a member of the Communist Youth League, and an outstanding graduate of a teachers' college, what are your plans for your future work?"

"I will follow the organization's arrangements!"

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After the conversation ended, Lin Weidong saw that his information was heavily marked and his personal materials were kept for verification. He shook hands with the cadres and recorders who had spoken with him, and walked out of the office under the friendly gaze of everyone.

Taking a breath of the slightly chilly air in the corridor, my dazed expression finally returned to normal.

At the entrance of the department, Lin Weiguo was smoking and talking with a middle-aged cadre who was over forty years old.

The two men stood with their backs to each other in the aisle, not reminiscing about old times, but discussing the current difficult situation of rebuilding the country. When the cigarettes burned their hands, they both exhaled a puff of smoke, shook hands, and encouraged each other.

Lin Weidong followed their gaze and saw a red flag standing straight and fluttering in the wind outside the window in the courtyard.

It was so vibrant in this gray winter.

As they parted, the middle-aged cadre smiled at Lin Weidong and patted him on the shoulder.

He didn't say a word, but Lin Weidong felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

After leaving the compound, Lin Weiguo sighed.

"That was Director Huang Yimin, who is in charge of personnel. He's practically my former superior. Originally... my plan was to find you an easy position at the school, but as you just heard, we're short-staffed, especially in terms of trustworthy and politically reliable comrades."

Lin Weiguo paused, then said, "Director Huang just mentioned that some departments under the heavy industry have asked him for personnel several times. I estimate you'll be assigned there, and the work might be a bit tough. Of course, nothing's finalized yet. What are your thoughts?"

Lin Weidong silently stopped, and while thinking, he took out a cigarette from his pocket. The match hissed and was blown out by the wind as soon as it was lit.

He turned to avoid the wind and lit the lamp. As the smoke rose, he looked up and was taken aback.

The red color in the distance was still conspicuous.

It was as if they were watching him.

"It's okay, don't feel pressured. Just say you're not good enough and want to learn more. That's a good excuse, and we can't force you to go."

Lin Weiguo interpreted Lin Weidong's silence as a sign of reluctance.

In fact, as early as the day he returned to his hometown, when he saw his younger brother lying lazily on the kang (a heated brick bed) with his legs crossed, he had already made some guesses about his character.

He didn't think it was bad; on the contrary, it coincided with his own thoughts.

There are only two brothers left in the family, and he is the only one who can work hard.

He didn't want to see his younger brother suffer, and he was confident in his abilities, ensuring that his brother would have enough to eat, wear, and use.

It was just a coincidence that I ran into Huang Yimin this time.

Huang Yimin was of a higher rank than him, and the signal he was sending was not only a gesture of goodwill based on personal friendship, but also represented the organization's trust and care.

Furthermore, looking back at the development history of various countries around the world, heavy industry has always been the cornerstone of a nation. In the future, the heavy industry system will play a pivotal role in the nation.

With such an opportunity presented to us, any reason for refusing is weak and feeble; it would be seen as a lack of party spirit, or worse, it would be labeled as unusable.

Lin Weidong gazed into the distance, then turned back to look at his elder brother's seemingly understanding but actually disappointed expression, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, bro, don't provoke me. Have you forgotten what I said before? I'll follow the organization's arrangements!"

"Haha! Okay! Okay! Hehe... Well, let's go, your sister-in-law is waiting for us to go back for dinner!"

Lin Weiguo lost his composure, put his arm around his younger brother's shoulder and laughed a few times. After being stared at with teasing gazes for a while, he quickly changed the subject.

However, he couldn't hide his satisfied expression and kept putting his arm around Lin Weidong's shoulder as they walked back.

Staggering, Lin Weidong's gaze met that splash of red again, and a trace of laziness vanished from his heart.

In fact, being able to contribute to such a grand construction project is something to be proud of!

Even if he lacks personal ability, he has a system!

Lin Weidong has decided that if he draws a clone again, he will take one-third... no... half! He will take half to work in the factory to learn screw-making and forging techniques.

In the future, they'll all be sent to the desert to grow mushrooms!

The two brothers, one with a weight lifted from his heart and the other with a clear direction, felt relieved.

In the cold wind, Lin Weiguo's off-key singing reached his ears, which made Lin Weidong feel a sense of belonging to this era for the first time.

"Brother! Tell me honestly, was it because you sang terribly that you got kicked out of the army back then?"

"Go away! Don't talk nonsense. The people's songs are never bad!"

After Lin Weiguo laughed and cursed, he continued humming a song, his steps light and quick, no longer as steady as before.

As the sun begins to set in the west, experts...

In the kitchen, Fang's mother was cooking, with Fang Qin assisting, as they prepared dinner.

Bored, Lin Weidong squatted down on the ground outside the door and found himself a job. Holding a knife in one hand and a potato in the other, he performed a delicate potato peeling operation.

It's not peeling, it's scraping, and at most, you just gouge out the sprouting parts.

This is a skill-intensive task for Lin Weidong, a novice cook. If he uses even a little too much force, the knife tip will not only pierce the potato but also prick his palm.

Once he finished preparing the three potatoes and brought them into the kitchen, Fang's mother didn't even need to chop them; she could just wash them and put them directly into the pot.

"Hey? Weidong, why did you cut it so big? Ouch! You didn't cut yourself, did you? That's so dangerous! You kid, you really are... Let me see your hand!"

There was nowhere to chop vegetables at the kitchen doorway. Fang's mother was only surprised for a second before she realized what was happening, her expression anxious and reproachful.

"It's alright, this knife isn't sharp anyway." Lin Weidong showed his hands, then was sheepishly shooed into the living room by Fang's mother.

"Even if it's not fast, it's still a knife! Alright, stop interfering in kitchen matters, go away!" Fang Qin glared at her.

Yes, even if it's not fast, it's still a knife, let alone the fact that Lin Weidong used the tip of the knife to stab him.

He touched his palm, chuckled awkwardly, and walked away, his mind replaying the experiment he had just performed.

He seems... immune to swords and blades?!

This boost to physical fitness is pretty high!