Siheyuan: Why does your brother beat you up every day, Shazhu?

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"Oh right, kid, yesterday's organizational relationship and work have been finalized, but there's one thing you shouldn't forget! Go to the neighborhood office!"

He held up two fingers for emphasis:

"First, get a household registration card and register your residence!"

"Second, get a town resident's food allowance! This is the foundation for settling down. Without it, you can't even buy matches or soap! Remember?"

He Weiguo's heart trembled, and he nodded quickly:

"Remember, Battalion Commander!"

He really didn't realize this.

As a time traveler, his mind was full of thoughts about work, stockpiling food, and returning to the courtyard to see Sha Zhu and Yu Shui, and he almost forgot about this most basic proof of survival.

If the old battalion commander hadn't reminded him, he might have gone straight back to Yard 95 in a daze.

"Well, just remember it."

Zhou Zhenbang nodded with satisfaction: "I have already made arrangements with you at your food factory. I will give you three days off first, and you can go back to work after three days!"

Finally, he patted He Weiguo's shoulder vigorously:

"Weiguo, remember, if you encounter problems that you can't solve, come to me!"

"No matter if it's work or life troubles! Our friendship started on the battlefield. Although I'm out of uniform now, I, Zhou Zhenbang, will always be your squad leader and your big brother!"

"Did you hear that?"

He Weiguo's heart warmed up, he straightened his back and saluted solemnly:

"Yes! Captain! I remember it!"

Zhou Zhenbang looked at his standard military salute, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then waved his hand:

"Alright! I'm leaving!"

After saying this, he did not stop, turned around and walked towards his home with big strides.

He Weiguo watched Zhou Zhenbang disappear before walking out of the hospital.

Next, he found the nearest bus stop and boarded a clanging tram.

The tram swayed slowly, and the street scene outside the window bore the heavy mark of the times.

After a few stops, he got off at the platform near Nanluoguxiang.

After some inquiries along the way, he finally found the place with the sign of Nanluoguxiang Sub-district Office.

Walking into the slightly old gate of the street office, the light inside was a little dim.

As soon as He Weiguo stood still, a female cadre, about fifty years old, wearing a dark blue Lenin suit and with her hair neatly combed, came towards him.

This is Director Wang from the street.

When Director Wang saw He Weiguo, who was wearing a faded old military uniform and had an upright posture, he first gave a professional smile.

"Comrade, what are you doing?"

He Weiguo said, "Hello, I'm here to register my household registration."

Director Wang was stunned for a moment, then he said, "Comrade, do you live in this area?"

He Weiguo nodded: "Yes, I live in Compound No. 95."

"Compound No. 95?" Director Wang was stunned.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, she lived in Yard 97 and later became the director of the street office.

She had some impression of the original inhabitants of Nanluoguxiang.

Even if she didn't recognize the little guy in front of her, she should know the older generation.

She was a little curious: "Little comrade! Excuse me, what are your parents' names?"

He Weiguo didn't know why Director Wang asked this, but he answered truthfully:

"My father's name is He Daqing."

"He Daqing? Courtyard 95?"

Director Wang's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was instantly filled with shock:

"Oh! I know who you are! The eldest son of He Daqing's family, the little bully of this area back then. I heard that you even beat up your father."

She finally remembered, her voice filled with disbelief:

"Oh my God! There has been no news from you in these years."

"Your family...your neighbors all thought you...thought you were dead!"

She looked at He Weiguo's military uniform, and everything was self-evident:

"So he's joining the army! Good boy! You have a bright future!"

He Weiguo smiled. Although he was willing to talk to Director Wang for a few more words, he had more important things to do now.

"Director Wang, I just got discharged from the army. Could you please transfer my household registration to…"

"Oh! Right, right! Business is more important!"

Director Wang recovered from his great surprise and nodded repeatedly:

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back!"

"Go, come with me!"

She led He Weiguo to a desk near the window and said to a young female clerk inside:

"Xiao Liu, please help Comrade He Weiguo get his residence and food permit."

"He's an old resident of our neighborhood, the eldest son of the He Daqing family in Yard 95. He just got back from the army."

With Director Wang personally leading the process, the process was incredibly fast.

Xiao Liu took out a few forms:

"Comrade He, please fill out this Permanent Resident Registration Form first."

"Once you've filled it out and registered your household registration, you can be considered a true resident of Beijing."

She took out another small notebook:

"This food supplement booklet must be tied together with your household registration card."

"With it, you can buy rationed items with a ticket. Salt, matches, soap, kerosene... these necessities of life all depend on it!"

He Weiguo took the form and pen, secretly thanking Zhou Zhenbang for his reminder.

These things are completely unfamiliar to him as a modern soul.

As he carefully filled out the form, he once again felt the real sense of being part of this era.

Having a job is not enough. These small tickets are the capillaries of life.

Under Director Wang's guidance, Xiao Liu completed all the procedures efficiently.

A brand new household registration page and a small booklet with a dark blue cover and a printed certificate for the purchase of non-staple food for urban residents were solemnly handed to He Weiguo.

"Defending the country,"

Director Wang walked him to the door and said earnestly:

"Before the 15th of every month, you have to take your grocery book to the designated grocery store to register and collect your ticket for the next month."

"If you leave after the 15th, your monthly ration tickets will be invalid! Remember that!"

He Weiguo nodded quickly:

"I'll remember that, Director Wang, thank you!"

He thought to himself that he didn't need to keep an eye on this matter every day.

Sha Zhu works in the canteen of the steel mill and deals with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar every day. He knows everything about these tickets.

When the time comes, just give the notebook to Sha Zhu or Yu Shui and let them collect it on your behalf.

As a driver myself, I may not always be able to catch up on time.

Anyway, he has the chef Sha Zhu at home, so he doesn't worry too much about food.

Director Wang looked at He Weiguo, who had shed his youthful anger and appeared much calmer, with a hint of elder's concern and expectation in his eyes:

"Weiguo, you can be considered as... saving your life from the battlefield."

"From now on, just live a good life!"

"We're in this area, and we know all the neighbors well. You should be more reserved... okay?"

Obviously, Director Wang still remembers vividly how He Weiguo beat He Daqing.

"Think more about things and don't be as impulsive as before."

"Being safe and sound is better than anything else!"

He Weiguo heard the sincerity and concern in Director Wang's words, and his heart warmed slightly.

He nodded solemnly again:

"Director Wang, don't worry, I know the severity of the situation. Thank you for your reminder!"

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the street office.

Standing at the familiar intersection of Nanluoguxiang, He Weiguo took a deep breath and tightened the military bag on his shoulder.

Everything is done!