Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

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———(In the leisure time after dinner, the whole family sat at the table and talked.

Mom laid out some ingredients, and the second and third sisters rushed over, and the eldest sister brought the youngest sister to squeeze next to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun felt a pang of sadness when he saw the sisters each holding a palm-sized piece of cardboard in their hands, applying glue skillfully, and then rotating their palms back and forth to pinch them into rectangular shapes.

It is clear how difficult life was for the family after losing their father.

Relying on Yang Mei's apprenticeship is just enough to make ends meet, but this is just basic survival. Daily social interactions and living expenses are also a considerable burden. The sisters Yang Liu and Yang Yu still need to go to school, and there is also money to prepare for the third daughter's admission to university next year.

Seeing how hard his family was living, Yang Jun wanted to help make matchboxes, but his clumsy movements were immediately rejected by his mother, who was afraid of wasting materials.

Looking at the matchboxes that were twisted and deformed and could not be put into a box, he gave up the idea of ​​helping.

In the short term, it will be difficult for him to reach the same level of proficiency as his mother.

It's simple, practice makes perfect.

In the next two hours, the second and third sisters went back to their rooms because of school. After my mother patiently took care of the fourth and fifth sisters, she worked alone for another two hours.

As a mother without a formal job, making matchboxes became her source of income.

Working hard day and night, every extra dollar you earn is a hope in life.

He sat and talked with his mother for two hours, telling her about his past life in the army and the reasons for his discharge. When his mother saw the deep scars on his legs, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

After some comforting and consoling, and after confirming that these experiences would not interfere with her daily life, the mother relaxed a little.

Overnight, the most frequently asked questions at home were about Yang Jun's marital status and his friends.

Although he replied that he was not considering marriage for the time being due to his busy work, the deep wrinkles on his mother's forehead seemed to carve out an insurmountable abyss.

As the old saying goes: "A mother worries about her son even when he is thousands of miles away."

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The eldest son is already 28 years old, and will be 29 when the new year comes, which means he has already entered the "old" age for an unmarried man.

The young people around him who were of the same age as him had already married and had children, so he was no longer alone in the yard.

Therefore, Wang Yuying secretly decided that from now on the core focus of the Yang family's life needed to be shifted to Yang Jun's marriage.

She planned to visit her old friends tomorrow to find out if any of them had any unmarried girls.

During this process, Yang Jun showed his mother all the award medals he had received in the army, including two first-class merits, three second-class merits, and seven third-class merits.

The mother stroked these glorious medals gently, tears falling silently, because she knew that behind each badge was her son's hard work and her bitter support.

In that simple home, the Yang family had only two rooms. The smaller one was for the second and third sisters to live in, and the big house was divided into two parts. She and the fourth and fifth sisters lived in the bedrooms, and the living room was left for the guests.

As there was no empty room, Yang Jun had to sleep on the floor in the living room.

At night, after the candlelight went out.

On the floor of the bedroom, Yang Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a thought, he quietly disappeared from the spot.

He was in an open field with two huge warehouses in front of him. They were so big that it would take half an hour to ride a bicycle around them.

The two look similar except for the different colors of the exterior walls, with the red warehouse contrasting with the white.

He realized this when he first arrived. As a modern time traveler should have, his "golden finger" is different from that of others - the discovery of the space system came from his repeated explorations.

This space turned out to be a replication system. Just put an item in the white room, and after 24 hours, a copy would appear in the library. It would continue to replicate unless it was taken out.

It is worth noting that the system is not operable on living things. Livestock such as chickens and ducks cannot be stored, but slaughtered chicken and duck meat can be replicated and stored.

The other is a red room with strong storage function. He once put half a bowl of hot porridge in it, and it still maintained its original temperature when he took it out.

In general, this system can play the role of storage, preservation and constant temperature.

The eight white porcelain pieces he displayed were made by his replication system and were not given to him by his comrades.

However, in order to keep the secret, he had to make up a white lie to cover it up.

At this moment, he was thinking about the importance of this replication ability: even in an era of material poverty, he could live a rich life.

He just needs to keep putting things into the replica library, and after twenty-four hours another identical item will be added, continuing to expand.

This process will continue indefinitely as long as they are not removed.

Day by day, in the long run, even the dumbest person can have enough food and clothing.

Furthermore, simply by selling the supplies in the warehouse regularly, he would have a steady flow of money into his pocket.

However, in this era, everything had to be planned. Shopping required currency and various coupons. If you had money but no coupons, or had coupons but no money, you could not buy what you needed.

This was a period when currency and material certificates coexisted.

Some people may ask, which is more important, money or tickets?

Some people say that both are equally important, but in the end, money is more important.

Look, aren't those items that can be purchased without coupons obvious? Let me tell you, when people choose a partner, they usually ask about income, so why would they chat about tickets?

No doubt, money is important, but shopping coupons are indispensable.

After all, under the framework of a planned economy, material supply is subject to overall control.

But is this important to Yang Jun?

Ha ha!

As long as you put some bills in, isn't it just like an ATM machine, with money pouring out?

The original owner had not been able to save much money during the more than ten years he had been in the army.

When Yang Jun came through, he counted his assets and found that his total assets were only 78.36 yuan.

Although the money was not much, there were quite a few other vouchers: a bicycle ticket, two sewing machine tickets, and a watch ticket. Unfortunately, the ticket for the radio was missing.

Then there were 80 kilograms of national grain coupons, 6 kilograms of meat coupons, 5 kilograms of sugar coupons, 15 kilograms of milk coupons, 3 kilograms of peanut coupons, 4 kilograms of wine coupons, 20 bath coupons, and a large number of staple and non-staple food coupons.

The number of bills is not large, but the types are complete, and with the assistance of a copying system, what are the other shortcomings worth mentioning?

The reason why he handed over more than 70 yuan that night was not because he was unwilling to pay more, but because those hundreds of yuan were all copies, and the banknote serial numbers were exactly the same.

He didn't dare take any risks for fear of exposing the secret.

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[The funds in the space are only enough for more than 3,000 yuan.]

After Yang Jun mastered the copying ability, he only copied the original 78 yuan and then stopped.

He found that too many copies were not very useful.

Even if there are a few more bills with the same number, it will not attract attention.

But if there were too many, he couldn't be sure whether it would arouse others' suspicion.

In this age without counterfeiting technology, it’s a safe bet that no one pays attention to the serial number.

However, anything is possible in this world.

It's always better to err on the side of caution.

Houses cannot be bought and sold at will, and people dare not even think about buying four-wheeled vehicles.

It is enough to have enough money, and there is no need for large expenses at the moment.

The next morning, when the rooster crowed three times, Yang Jun got up and began to follow the army's regular schedule as a biological alarm clock.

He decided to exercise.

Although his body is quite strong due to years of exercise, his left leg has not been as flexible as before since the injury.

The purpose of exercise is to restore it to normal state.

The gate of the yard is opened and closed at a fixed time every day, and is managed by Mr. Yan Bugui, one of the three uncles.

He did not work for free. Every family paid five cents a year to show their gratitude. There were nearly twenty households in the yard, so he could earn dozens of dollars a year.

After all, the security guard's job requires working from dawn to dusk, and everyone is happy to spend the five cents for it.

Yang Jun moved lightly, first lowering the latch of the courtyard gate, then quietly leaving and gently closing the door.

He first ran twice in the alley, and when he felt the road was bumpy, he immediately turned to the main road outside.

After running for half an hour, my left knee was already feeling a bit tired.

He couldn't force himself to continue, after all, it would take a long time to recover to his previous state.

Throughout his long life, Yang Jun always believed that his leg injury would eventually heal.

When passing by state-owned and mixed-operation restaurants, many citizens had already lined up in the stores to enjoy breakfast.

He packed ten fried dough sticks, ten large meat-filled buns and a dish of stewed liver.

Ben also wanted to buy soy milk, but found that he didn't bring a container.

He likes to drink soy milk very much and likes salty taste.

With a bowl of tofu pudding, the taste...

I will bring a tin can with me next time I go running.

In fact, there was a tin cup among his replicas, but he forgot to take it out in his busy schedule.

Under the suspicious gazes of others, Yang Jun handed three yuan and seventy cents and eight kilograms of food coupons to the waiter.

"Young man, are you having problems at home?" a passerby said.

"One meal is equivalent to my weekly salary." Another person interjected.

"Who knows, this kid will get beaten again when he gets home." Someone else commented.

Yang Jun left amid everyone's envious gazes.

No wonder everyone is jealous. In this era, most people who can occasionally go out to taste delicious food are from well-off families. Their standard is at most a cup of soy milk with two fried dough sticks. It is quite rare for someone to buy ten fried dough sticks and ten large meat buns at a time like Mr. Yang.

Especially those ten snow-white, round, steaming and mouth-watering meat buns, which are extremely tempting.

You know, those are really big meat buns weighing half a pound each.

The so-called "half a pound each" does not mean that the total weight of the wrapper and stuffing is half a pound, but that the chef will weigh it when fermenting the bread dough to ensure that each package of meat stuffing reaches more than five taels, plus rich pork and green onions.

The weight of steamed meat buns is at least six taels.

Yang Jun knew very well that today's actions were too high-profile and obviously violated his principle of living a low-key life.

Now that he carries the system, stealthily growing stronger is more in line with his way of doing things.

Therefore, he stopped in a secluded corner, and after making sure that there was no one around, he thought about it, and two fried dough sticks and two buns instantly entered his space.

With the replica, I no longer have to worry about breakfast every day.

When he returned to the courtyard, the morning light had already penetrated through the eaves. His mother was preparing breakfast, his second sister was busy taking care of the house, and his third sister was washing her face and brushing her teeth at the sink.

Seeing her elder brother coming back with a bag of oil-paper bags, Yang Liu twitched her nose slightly, took a few deep breaths, and then her eyes lit up.

She hurriedly wiped the toothpaste on her mouth twice, picked up a towel and wiped her face hastily, then ran home like a gust of wind.

"Burp!" After eating three big meat buns in a row, her expression was still intoxicated.

"Really delicious!"

"It's so delicious. This is the most delicious pork and green onion bun I have ever eaten since I was a child."

Hearing his sister praise the big meat buns for the first time, Yang Jun's heart ached. He gently rubbed her hair and said lovingly, "You can enjoy them every day in the future until you get tired of them."

"Really?" Yang Liu grabbed Yang Jun's arms with both hands and asked happily.

Then her expression darkened, and she looked back at her mother who was cooking, and said with some disappointment: "Mom will definitely not let you buy such expensive food every day."

Wang Yuying walked into the house carrying the stewed millet porridge. Looking at the fragrant big meat buns and golden fried dough sticks, her heart was filled with pity. But then she looked at her eldest son, her lips slightly opened, as if she seemed to be hesitant to speak.

She knew very well that her brothers and sisters felt a little estranged from each other because her brother had been living away from home for so long.

A little sweetness occasionally can bring the relationship closer, so she didn't say too much.

"Don't buy these expensive things casually. Do you want your sister to eat them every day? Be frugal. You may regret not saving enough money in the future." The mother said reproachfully, and at the same time reminded: "You are not a child anymore. You should think about starting a family for yourself."

While eating, Yang Jun chewed on a dough stick and laughed in front of Wang Yuying, "As the saying goes, raise sons in poverty and daughters in wealth.

Girls should be raised in wealth." He said with a smile, hinting that the family's financial situation would gradually improve.

After saying this, she once again urged Yang Jun to find a stable job as soon as possible to reduce uncertainties.

"I've had enough of this worrying life."

Each of them ate a bun and a fried dough stick, and Yang Liu ate two buns and a fried dough stick.