Siheyuan: I, the bully is here, I will die quickly

One Nine 1960, Spring.

Shangjing.

Near noon, people came and went outside Dongzhimen.

The employees of the major factories nearby just got off work and were going home for dinner.

Looking at the bustling crowd and the red slogans on the surrounding walls, Zhang Xuemu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

A few days ago he was a modern man, enjoying the convenience of life, using a smartphone, playing video games, and eating barbecue.

Unexpectedly, after waking up after sleeping, I found that I had come to this old era.

He became a retired soldier and was arranged to enter the Red Star Steel Rolling Plant in Beijing.

With his driving experience in the army, he became a full-time driver in the factory.

The only good thing is that the income of drivers in this era is not low, and most of them serve the leaders. The typical high income and good treatment opportunities are many.

Moreover, Zhang Xuemu himself was an orphan of a martyr, and now he was injured on duty, so he received even more care from above.

Coupled with Zhang Xuemu's handsome growth and vision far beyond this era, he will definitely become a master in the future.

Today, Zhang Xuemu officially reported to the Red Star Rolling Mill.

The unit made a registration, and knowing that he had nowhere to go, they arranged for him to stay in the courtyard of the unit.

Zhang Xuemu looked at the address and the accompanying personnel form, and laughed at himself.

Because the place he was assigned to live in was a courtyard house with a lot of beasts.

Looking at the courtyard personnel registration form arranged for him by the unit, the name of the great master Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, Xu Damao and others are impressively written on it.

Zhang Xuemu smiled wryly, he didn't expect that not only did he travel in, but he would actually live in that place full of all kinds of trivial matters.

Zhang Xuemu had watched this TV series in his previous life, so he was very familiar with the people in this yard.

The narrow-minded third uncle, the money-obsessed second uncle, and the widow Qin's family who suck human blood, in general, there are not many good things.

Zhang Xuemu shook his head, if he had anything to rely on in the capital, he would not listen to the arrangement of the unit.

Be sure to stay away from these selfish villains.

But since we are in this era, when we come to this Red Star Steel Rolling Plant, we can only follow the arrangements where we live.

But he is not easy to mess with. If anyone of these guys tries to make up his mind, he will definitely make him unable to eat and walk around.

Soon, Zhang Xuemu came to the place after looking for the address.

This place is exactly the same as in the TV series, you can see the door of the third master's house from this door, and his old Phoenix bicycle is parked by the wall.

At this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Xuemu's mind.

"Ding, the rich system recognizes the host, it has been activated and is merging with the host"

system?

Zhang Xuemu's eyes lit up, he had been in this world for a few days.

I thought it was going to be so hard, but I didn't expect the system to wake up at this time.

Big rich system?
how to use? .
In the next second, a voice came from his mind again.

"The system has been integrated successfully. This system is a gift package system and provides a portable space for the host."

"The existing space has a corresponding production space. The output can be fixed every day, and the statistics can be entered into the total warehouse space. Once the host completes the designated tasks, the production volume of each space can be increased."

"Existing reserves: 10 tons of rice, 10 tons of flour, 10 tons of corn, 5 tons of peanuts, 10 tons of pork, 10 tons of beef, and 10 tons of mutton."

"The system will distribute a gift package every day, and the host can also obtain corresponding rewards by completing the tasks specified by the system!"

"Ding, the novice gift pack is now distributed."

"Ding, ask the host, whether to open it."

Zhang Xuemu came to the spirit immediately, "Open!"

In the next second, a golden gift bag fell in a space in Zhang Xuemu's mind.

After opening it, there were stacks of big reunions inside. No matter how you look at it, each stack must have a hundred or so banknotes, and he immediately became a millionaire.

In addition to banknotes, there are other types of bills, such as one catty of national food stamps, radio air tickets, and so on.

Looking at these gifts, Zhang Xuemu was suddenly happy. He originally thought that it would be good to work as a driver.

You must know that drivers in large factories can earn 37 yuan a month, which is very high.

It costs 10 yuan more than ordinary workers. At this time, the rare meat for ordinary people is only 2 cents a tael, and an egg is only five cents.

It's just that this is an era of planned economy, and materials are planned according to quantity, and money is not necessarily useful, and corresponding bills are required to buy.

But now Zhang Xuemu not only has enough space to produce, but also has a scary enough reserve, so there is no need to worry at all.

"Who are you?" The old man's voice suddenly sounded.

Zhang Xuemu left the system space with a thought, and the old man in front of him was really almost the same as in the TV series.

The uncle asked with a wary face: "What are you doing in our compound?"

Zhang Xuemu smiled slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello, my name is Zhang Xuemu. I came to check in today."

"You must be a master, Master Yi, right?"

The uncle looked Zhang Xuemu up and down, and he was just wearing an ordinary military uniform from top to bottom.

He said lightly: "Oh, you are the new Zhang Xuemu in the factory, right? Let's go and take you to the house."

Zhang Xuemu nodded with a smile, followed Yi Zhonghai and turned around to enter the compound.

After passing through the front yard, Zhang Xuemu also saw the third mother washing vegetables.

Seeing a stranger walking towards the middle courtyard with Lao Yi, the third mother chatted curiously with the neighbor next to her.

"Hey? Have you seen that young man?"

"Third Mom, you don't know each other, how can we know?"

"If you want me to tell you to go and have a look, it looks pretty good, I don't know whose family it is."

Passing through the arch, Zhang Xuemu followed the uncle to Shazhu's middle courtyard.

He is most familiar with this courtyard, where many stories in the TV series took place.

The uncle pushed away the west wing of the middle courtyard: "Then, this is the room arranged for you. No one has cleaned it up. You can do it yourself. Everyone is busy. If you really need someone to help you, just say so."

Zhang Xuemu replied lightly: "No need, I can do it myself."

As he spoke, he looked around the room.

The uncle turned around and left without saying any more.

Zhang Xuemu didn't see him off, but came to the bed and put down the package.

Looking at this simple and messy room, Zhang Xuemu sighed, this is his own house in this world.

Although it looks rudimentary now, it can still be regarded as a shelter.

Although he has a lot of supplies, he can be a rich man in this era.

But if he took out something casually before he stabilized his identity, he would be targeted immediately.

At that time, maybe someone will come to review and trace the source of these things.

If you can't tell, you may be shot.

If he had spoken out, he would probably have been arrested for psychiatric research.

Therefore, the current Zhang Xuemu must keep a low profile first.

At this moment, there was a sound of trotting outside the house.

"Grandpa, don't go!" Qin Huairu chased out of the house anxiously, and grabbed the grandpa: "Why is this house lived by someone else? This is my house."

Hearing this, Zhang Xuemu frowned slightly.

Isn't this Qin Huairu?