"Dad, I'm back."

In a narrow street in Xinling City, the provincial capital, there are several three-story simple buildings built in the 1950s. Feng Xiaochen's home is on one of them. Feng Xiaochen pushed open the door and greeted his father Feng Li, who was sitting at the dining table in the living room to correct students' homework, and then he entered the small room that he and his younger brother Feng Lingyu had.

Feng Xiaochen's house can barely be considered two bedrooms and one living room. In fact, the living room is separated by itself, only 4 square meters, just enough to stuff a dining table and a small cupboard. The two rooms are only 8 square meters respectively. Feng Li and his wife live in one room, and Feng Xiaochen and his brother live in another room. As for the kitchen, it is hard to imagine. Like other families, the Feng family puts the stove in the corridor to cook dishes, and the soy sauce bottle and honeycomb coal are next to each other, showing a disharmonious beauty.

In the small room, Feng Lingyu was looking through an old book with yellowed page. It was pulled out by Feng Xiaochen a few days ago from a few large boxes hidden under the bed. Those boxes were once the treasures of their deceased grandfather Feng Weiren, which contained various books Feng Weiren had saved in his life. Most of them were technical books. Feng Lingyu, who also had only a junior high school graduation level, felt that the words on these books were too far from his world. He believed that his brother thought so.

When Feng Weiren died, he held the hands of his two grandsons and solemnly entrusted the books in these boxes to them. After the two little brothers came back to the funeral of their grandfather, they didn't even have the interest to open the books. They stuffed the boxes under the bed, and even those that could not be stuffed were placed in the corner and turned into a small platform.

A few days ago, Feng Xiaochen had made some mistakes, so he suddenly opened all the boxes, took out the books one by one, and read them through them. Of course, he could not read them in detail. In Feng Lingyu's opinion, his brother just shook every book, as if he was looking for some hidden passbook in the book.

After reading all the books, Feng Xiaochen found some books and piled them outside, as if he was planning to take time to read them. He also threw a few books to Feng Lingyu, which were all old novels from the past, and I don’t know how Feng Weiren was preserved. Feng Lingyu was a little interested in novels. For example, the book "Pingshan Cold Swallow" he is reading now tells the love story of two pairs of talented men and beautiful women, and there is also a plot of fighting poems, which is much better than what "The Sunny Sky" he saw when he was a child.

"Brother, you're back."

When Feng Xiaochen entered the house, Feng Lingyu said hello casually. After all, the Feng family is a scholarly family. Some tutors have been called Feng Xiaochen since they were young, but they are not like some people. They don’t look like brothers, and they don’t look like brothers.

"Where are you reading a book? How about it? Is it good?" Feng Xiaochen asked while hanging his small shoulder bag.

"It looks so good!" Feng Lingyu said, "I tell you, Ping Ruheng is so talented, and I think Li Bai is not as capable as him. And Leng Jiangxue, who is beautiful and good at writing poetry. Hey, brother, are our grandmas such talented women?"

"Uh... I have to ask grandpa this?" Feng Xiaochen was speechless. People like Feng Lingyu would be considered middle-aged young people in a few decades? At present, they have a more middle-aged young people, called "Unemployed Youth". When literary works describe such people, they basically have to be linked to fighting and shooting women.

"By the way, aren't your unit working overtime these days? Why are you getting off work so early?" Feng Lingyu's thoughts jumped to Feng Xiaochen again. The two guys have been dependent on each other since childhood, and they all know what they have to do with each other.

Feng Xiaochen inherited the feelings for his younger brother Feng Lingyu in his body, and he had a little more pity for the half-aged child as a time traveler who had a complicated life experience. He sat down and said to Feng Lingyu: "We can't continue to have a meeting in our unit, so I have nothing to do. By the way, don't talk about our unit's affairs, Lingyu, are you planning to stay in the house every day to see these talented men and beautiful women? Didn't you think about going out to find something to do?"

"Looking for something?" Feng Lingyu threw away the book, sat cross-legged on the bed, and said with a self-deprecating look, "Now the streets are full of unemployed young people, and they have returned from the line for more than ten years. They are all slag-shaped and slag-shaped, and they can't even get jobs. Those who have just graduated from junior high school like me don't care about it on the streets, and ask us to play for a few more years before going to find them."

Feng Li and his wife, one is a physics teacher at Xinling No. 2 Middle School, and the other is an employee of a large collective enterprise in a street below Xinling City. Naturally, there is no way to arrange employment for two sons. For Feng Weiren's sake, the Metallurgical Department took care of a temporary worker position and gave it priority to Feng Xiaochen. Feng Lingyu graduated from junior high school last year, did not get into high school, and was not interested in studying, so he stayed at home. Nowadays, there are many unemployed young people in society. As Feng Lingyu said, it is too late to place those uncle-level educated youth returning to the city on the street, so who can take care of a little kid who has just graduated from junior high school?

"I don't think there is hope when the country recruits workers or waits for the streets to arrange work. Now the country allows self-employed businesses to be established. Are you interested in doing it?" Feng Xiaochen threw out a plan he had already thought of.

In 1980, self-employed people were still a new thing. Except for those who were released from prison or old gangsters who had nothing, most people still had contempt and fear of the profession of self-employed people. Although some self-employed people in society had already made some money and looked brighter than others, everyone was not sure whether the policy would change. If the policy returned to the past, wouldn’t these self-employed people representing the capitalist line bear the brunt and become class enemies?

How much impact does a bad background have on a person's life? People who have experienced sports have a deep understanding of it. Who is willing to touch this stain in ordinary good families?

Feng Xiaochen naturally would not think that being a self-employed person would be a dangerous thing. He knew the policy direction in the next few decades and knew that the era of regarding private ownership as a poisonous insect and beast is gone forever. He has not yet figured out what the world he was in is related to the world he had experienced before, but from all signs, the paths he took between the two worlds should be similar. At least, Luo Xiangfei, who appeared in the 1780 hot rolling mill project in the previous world, has also appeared.

I don’t know if it was a telepathic effect. As soon as Feng Xiaochen thought of Luo Xiangfei, he heard a voice coming from outside the door: “May I ask, is this Comrade Feng Li’s home?”

Because the weather is still a bit hot, the residents in the simple building do not close the door as long as there are people at home. In that era, every household was penniless and had no privacy to be afraid of others' peeping. When they heard someone calling the door, Feng Li stood up and looked out the door. Hearing the door, he saw two people standing outside the door. One was older and looked like a big cadre, while the other was younger. Feng Li knew him, who was a clerk in the office of the Metallurgy Department, named Guo Huagang. Feng Li was also a child of the Metallurgy Department, and naturally he was somewhat familiar with the people in the Metallurgy Department.

"It's Hua Gang, please come in quickly. This leader is..." Feng Li gave in to the guest in the room and asked Guo Hua Gang about the origin of the old man. Judging from Guo Hua Gang's performance, this old man must be a leader, and maybe he is the one with a relatively large background.

"Teacher Feng, I'll introduce it to you." Guo Huagang said, Feng Li is a middle school teacher, and Guo Huagang also called him a teacher according to his profession, and there was no meaning of being modest.

"This is Deputy Director Luo of the Metallurgical Bureau of the State Economic Commission. He came to our Nanjiang River to inspect the work. I heard that Mr. Feng has passed away, so he came to pay tribute." Guo Huagang introduced.

After hearing this introduction, Feng Li was suddenly panicked. The State Economic Commission was so high that it could not be higher. Some director there would be considered an imperial envoy when he came to the province, right? Such a man actually came to his house in person, which made him do what he should do.

"Oh, it turns out it's Director Luo. Oh, look at my room, it's so messy..." Feng Li hurriedly packed the homework book on the table, pulled out the stool and let Luo, and Guo and the others sit down, and then shouted to the inner room: "Xiaochen, come out, and pour water for Director Luo and Uncle Guo quickly. Ling Yu, go to my clothes and get money, go out to buy a bag of Zhonghua and come back..."

Feng Xiaochen and Feng Lingyu came out, and Feng Lingyu made a move to go to the house to get the money. Luo Xiangfei quickly stopped him and said to Feng Li: "Teacher Feng, don't be busy. We can drink some water and don't have to buy cigarettes. I'll take it with me."

After saying that, he took out a box of peony cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Feng Li. Feng Li refused again and again, then he took the cigarette timidly, then quickly scratched a match to help Luo Xiangfei and Guo Huagang lit the cigarettes, and finally lit his own cigarettes. After so much effort, Feng Xiaochen had already poured water for the two guests, and then stood behind his father, waiting to accept further instructions.

"This is my boss, Feng Xiaochen. Now he is working as a temporary worker in the Metallurgy Hall. Hua Gang should know him." Feng Li introduced to the guest.

"I know you too." Luo Xiangfei replied with a smile, "I have a good name and strong ability. I am worthy of being the descendant of Mr. Feng."

"Director Luo has been too rewarded." Feng Xiaochen replied faintly.

Feng Li was confused by the conversation between the two. He looked back at Feng Xiaochen and asked in surprise: "Why, Xiaochen, have you met Director Luo?"

"Not only have I seen it, but Comrade Xiaochen also helped me a lot, right, Comrade Xiaochen?"
Chapter completed!