Golden Color Xiangjiang: A Young Man's Dream in a Siheyuan

In the guesthouse, Zhou Jin got up and stretched, finally having a good sleep. He had been on the train for the past few days and relied on his strong willpower to reach the city of Sijiu.

It’s still more comfortable to sleep in bed.

"Ding, it is detected that the host is not in the courtyard, and cannot sign in. If you need to sign in, please return to the courtyard to sign in.

If you do not sign in, the system will automatically save the sign-in opportunity for you, and the system reward will be accumulated until the next sign-in.

The more check-ins you accumulate, the richer the rewards will be. ”

Ugh! Yesterday I was only thinking about how to deal with those beasts. When faced with the lost and recovered system, I didn’t even think about it for a while.

It’s a pity that I will probably have to live here today. Even if I take back the house today, I will have to clean it up.

Since I can't sign in, I'd better get up and pack my things. It seems that I have a lot to do today.

Zhou Jin took out the toothbrush, toothpaste, enamel cup and towel from his luggage bag and went to wash up.

After washing up, Zhou Jin put his luggage into the space, then went downstairs, paid one more day's room fee at the counter, and then left the guesthouse.

Walking on the street, Zhou Jin found a breakfast shop and bought two meat buns and porridge. Because Zhou Jin was not used to fried dough sticks, he did not buy them. After breakfast, Zhou Jin walked towards the Armed Forces Department.

Everyone in the courtyard has gone to work, and Yi Zhonghai and his team are not in a good mood today.

Although they had already discussed countermeasures, everything was full of uncertainty before Zhou Jin showed up.

For a man like Yi Zhonghai who is thoughtful and has a strong desire for control, when someone who is not under his control suddenly appears, he spends the whole night thinking about how to deal with Zhou Jin.

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui were also very worried that this incident would affect themselves. One was afraid of losing the man in charge, while the other was worried that this incident would affect his ability to take advantage.

It is estimated that only a few people in the Jia family can sleep well. After all, no matter what happens to them, Yi Zhonghai will clean up the mess for them, so they don’t need to worry about anything at all.

The guesthouse was very close to the Armed Forces Department, and Zhou Jin only walked for about five minutes to reach the Armed Forces Department.

Today I need to report to the Armed Forces Department first, then register my organizational relationship and household registration again in Sijiucheng, and I also need to go to the grain department to apply for a grain book.

Before Zhou Jin left, the city had not yet started to implement grain rationing, nor had it entered the era of coupons, so Zhou Jin still had a lot of things to do, including grain certificates and various bills.

Fortunately, government workers of this era really serve the people wholeheartedly and treat the people very warmly, and many tickets can be processed in the same place.

It’s not like in later times, where you may have to run across the city to get a certificate, only to be told in the end that a document is missing and the certificate cannot be processed.

Zhou Jin was lucky today. There were not many people in the armed forces department, perhaps because he did not return from the retirement season.

The staff of the Armed Forces Department were very friendly and efficient, and before long, all of Zhou Jin's affairs were settled.

The next step is to go to the household registration section of the street office to handle the settlement.

So Zhou Jin came to the street office again, and the old man who was guarding the door from yesterday was still standing there.

Zhou Jin went up to greet them enthusiastically and asked the gatekeeper where the director's office was located.

The old man recognized Zhou Jin at once and had a good impression of her, so he enthusiastically pointed out the location of Director Wang's office to Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin took out another cigarette from his pocket and gave one to the old man. The gatekeeper took the cigarette and put it away with a smile.

Zhou Jin followed the old man's instructions, found the director's office, and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

"Come in," came a steady and powerful reply from inside.

Zhou Jin opened the door and walked in and said, "Aunt Wang, I'm Zhou Jin, I live in Courtyard No. 95, do you remember me?"

Director Wang looked up at the tall, handsome young man and felt that he was very familiar. When he heard him introduce himself, he searched his mind for his previous memories.

"I remember now. You are the kid from the old Zhou family in the backyard of No. 95. I am quite familiar with your parents. But I remember you were in the army. Are you discharged?"

Zhou Jin took out his officer's discharge certificate, discharge certificate and military letter of introduction from his pocket and placed them on Director Wang's desk.

"Auntie Wang, I was shot in the lungs on the southwest battlefield. The injury was quite serious and I could no longer adapt to battlefield life. In order not to add burden to the army, I applied for retirement and transfer to civilian work."

"Oh, what a pity! Our subdistrict office has received several notices of your meritorious service. If this incident hadn't happened, your career would definitely not have stopped here."

Director Wang sighed.

"Hehe, Aunt Wang, there's nothing to regret. This is my life. Besides, whether I'm in the local area or in the army, I can contribute to the construction of the motherland.

Moreover, after I was discharged from the army this time, the government has arranged a job for me, as deputy section chief of the purchasing department of the third steel rolling mill. Although I can’t serve the motherland on the battlefield, I can continue to shine in the factory now.”

Director Wang nodded with satisfaction after listening, and then said: "Xiao Jin, you are worthy of being a martyr's relative. You have a high level of ideological awareness. Work hard in the future. If you have any problems in life, come to me."

"Okay, Aunt Wang. I came to you this time because I really have something I need your help to solve."

"What's the matter? Tell me."

Zhou Jin then told Director Wang in detail everything that happened after he returned to the courtyard yesterday. After he finished speaking, he looked at Director Wang with anticipation.

Director Wang was furious when he heard this. He slammed the table and shouted, "How dare you openly occupy someone else's house, insult and abuse others at every turn, and even dare to promote feudal superstition. Don't worry, Xiao Zhou, I will definitely solve this matter for you."

Director Wang took a sip of water and continued, "Xiao Jin, those people should have gone to work now, and there will be no one there for us. I will take you to the courtyard after get off work to see how lawless these people are to dare to do such a thing.

If you have something to do, go ahead and come to the street office before getting off work. If you don’t have anything to do, I’ll find you a place to rest.”

"Auntie Wang, I have to go to the street office to register my household registration, and then I will go to get the grain certificate."

"Okay, then you can go and do your work first, and come back in the afternoon."

After Zhou Jin finished speaking, he went to the household registration department to handle the settlement. Because Zhou Jin was already a resident of this street and had all the documents, his household registration was completed quickly.

After getting the new household registration booklet, Zhou Jin couldn't help but open it to take a look. It was empty, with only Zhou Jin's information.

But Zhou Jin didn't think much about it, as there were still many things to do today.

Next, Zhou Jin went to the grain management department, handled the grain book, and collected various bills for this month. Then he went to the housing management office and registered the three houses in the courtyard under his name.

By the time Zhou Jin finished all these, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Zhou Jin didn't even have lunch. He had been running all morning and was really tired and hungry.

But now most of the restaurants outside were closed, so Zhou Jin had to go back to the guesthouse and get some canned food from the space to fill his stomach.

Most of this morning was spent walking, at least forty-five minutes out of an hour. If I had a bicycle, I would have finished it long ago.

It seems that the plan to buy a bicycle has to be brought forward. After all, when I retired from the army, my old leader prepared a three-turn and one-ring ticket for me, and I was also rewarded with a bicycle ticket for my meritorious service.

After I complete the employment procedures at the steel rolling mill tomorrow, I will have to buy a bicycle and a radio. There are not many entertainment facilities in this era, and I can't buy TV dramas, so I'll just have to make do with a radio.

After eating, I thought that there were still more than two hours before the street office closed, so I could have a good rest.

So Zhou Jin lay down on the bed again, but did not sleep. Instead, he was thinking that he would work in the purchasing department in the future, and he would need to run around to purchase supplies.

Then let's take inventory of the supplies in the space first, so that we have a clear idea in mind and it will be convenient for the subsequent work. If I remember correctly, there should be a lot of things stored in it.

Before Zhou Jin traveled through time, he was a college student studying liberal arts. He remembered major historical events clearly and naturally knew that Long Country had suffered natural disasters for three consecutive years since 1959.

What followed was poor harvests across the country, which directly led to food shortages across the country, both in cities and rural areas.

So over the years, Zhou Jin would store all kinds of food in the system space whenever he had the chance. After all, the items in the space would not deteriorate, and they would remain the same as when they were put in.

Because I was busy fighting the war, I was only concerned with stockpiling things and never paid attention to what things were there or how many there were, nor did I organize them.

Now that we have time, it’s time to take stock.

After a count, wow, there were nearly 1000 kilograms of various canned meats, bacon, and sausages in the space, as well as two wild boars weighing more than kilograms.

There were also 100 bags of rice, each weighing 50 kilograms, and 20 bags of flour, each weighing 50 kilograms. Zhou Jin had already forgotten where these grains came from.

I think he must have pocketed the captured supplies, otherwise where would he get so much food? If Zhou Jin didn't know how to make pasta, he would definitely have gotten more than just this little bit of flour.

Of course in addition to food, Zhou Jin also thought about his own future safety. There is a saying that goes, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives, let alone hot weapons.

Therefore, while cleaning the battlefield, Zhou Jin secretly hid twenty-three ZH-29 semi-automatic rifles, fifteen M1 carbines, and twenty Mosin-Nagant rifles and Kar98k Mauser rifles in total into the space.

There were also PPSh submachine guns, ZB26 light machine guns, and DP28 light machine guns, and Zhou Jin got ten of each.

Zhou Jin simply looked down upon things like the Zhongzheng, Type 38, and Hanyang rifles.

In addition, Zhou Jin also obtained six Colt M1911 pistols, ten Browning M1900 pistols, seven Browning M1903 pistols, and five Mauser M1934 pistols.

Since we have guns, we must have bullets. In five years, Zhou Jin equipped each rifle with 200 rounds of bullets, submachine guns and machine guns with 500 rounds of bullets, and pistols with only 100 rounds of bullets.

In addition to the gun, Zhou Jin also got two boxes of beautiful domestically-made MKII grenades, which are considered to be the most powerful weapons in Zhou Jin's hands.

At that time, Zhou Jin also struggled with whether it was necessary to stockpile such highly lethal weapons, but in the end he felt that it was better to be prepared, so he put them into the space.

Zhou Jin looked at these supplies, figuring that they would not be enough for him to survive the three years of famine. He thought that he had figured out the location of the pigeon market and the black market in Sijiu City today, and when he officially started working, he could start his own business of getting supplies.

After all, I have traveled through time and space and have my own system. I can't let myself live a hard life.