Striving in the sixties started from Tu Hop Vien

1964, Midsummer Night.

In a three-entry courtyard in the hat alley of the capital.

Yang Qinggang woke up slowly.

"Wocao, why does my head hurt so much, so I drank a bottle of beer. A

stream of memories poured into Yang Qinggang's brain like a spring, making his already headache even more painful.

"I've crossed over?, and it's still a fowl courtyard?!"

Yang Qinggang exclaimed.

He looked at the roof in confusion.

Isn't it so miserable to watch a domestic drama now? Am I just bored to drink a beer and watch a domestic drama, just complain a few words, and when I wake up, I will be assigned to 1964.

This is not a good place, in this era, it is still this courtyard, and it can be said that there is no good person in the courtyard, all of them eat people and do not spit out bones.

But fortunately, it is fortunate that it is the best place in the capital, otherwise it will be even worse. Yang Qinggang relieved himself.

"I don't know what system I have

?" "System, I want to sign in!"

"......" "System, call system

......" "......"

"

Is it the main god?"

After some shouting, there was no movement except for a few dog barks.

"Impossible, is it a mortal flow?" Yang Qinggang was a little frustrated, "Why don't I have a

golden finger?" "The keyword is detected, and the golden finger is binding.... 1%...... 85%....... 100%"

At this time, there was a burst of electronic sound in my head.

After a while of research.

"I'm so miserable, other people are all sign-in streams, or invincible flows, and the worst is a small supermarket, a small warehouse or something, it's really not good to get a piece of land in my head to grow food, get a pond to raise fish, I also admit it, but how can my golden finger only have personal information and a portable space as big as the original bedroom"

It's okay, at least it's not naked, both come and be safe, it's better than nothing. A dozen square meters can hold a lot of things.

Yang Qinggang didn't bother with anything anymore, and focused on the memory of the master.

As the standard configuration of the traverser, it is natural that the parents sacrifice to the sky, an orphan, and the old lady passed away early, but fortunately, his father died in the line of duty to protect state-owned assets, and he also left Yang Qinggang more than 1,100 yuan in deposits and pensions before leaving, as well as a job introduction letter from the "gift" of the leader of the rolling mill.

It's July 64, the body he wears is also called Yang Qinggang, after graduating from high school, he joined the melting pot of the army, and he will be 20 years old soon, because his father just died, he didn't want to continue to stay in the army, and he made a report to the leader, and he came back from the army.

"System, take a look at the personal information template. "

System ......

" and "Grass, forgot to call you Goldfinger!" is also too unintelligent.

Character: Yang Qinggang

Age: 19 years old

Physique: 8

Strength

: 7 Agility: 7

Spirit: 6

Active Skills

: Shooting: Level 2 Driving: Level 1 Military Physical Fist

: Level 2 Scouting: Level 1

The four-dimensional standard of ordinary adult men is 5, and it can be seen that although Yang Qinggang has been a soldier for two years, he has not improved much.

"Although the gold finger is useless, at least it is not noisy. Yang Qinggang comforted himself.

This system is all set up, and the information of the personal template is in the head, and you can completely understand it when you think about it, and you don't need to study it.

Yang Qinggang is still very satisfied with his identity, the children of big factories, veterans, and the working class, it can be said that they are rooted in the roots.

What's more, he's handsome, very handsome, very handsome.

The height is 185, which is definitely very high in this era. With thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and a wide mouth, and a righteous face, it is definitely the standard handsome face of this era.

Yang Qinggang touched his handsome face, and then he had time to take a good look at his shelter.

The wooden beams of the house, the walls are pasted with yellowed old newspapers, and the blue-gray brick wall behind is exposed where there is a notch, and there is a wooden shelf bed against the wall on the east side, and two large camphor wood cabinets are placed at the end of the bed, and next to the cabinet is a small desk.

Out of the bedroom, there was a table of eight immortals in front of the door, and a dusty sewing machine in the corner.

In my memory, my home is the west wing of the second inner courtyard, with an area of about 50 square meters, which is already a large family in this miscellaneous courtyard.

It's useless to talk more, if you come, you will be safe, since the identity of the person who replaces, just stay here honestly.

Yang Qinggang looked at the gradually lit window, put on a vest, and opened the door to the new world.

opened the door and came to the courtyard, Yang Qinggang unscrewed the common faucet, he really didn't want to use the things left by the old owner, so he could only wash his face and rinse his mouth.

He turned around and took the dustpan and tongs at the door, and went back to the house to pick up the ashes from the small briquette stove.

"It's troublesome enough not to have a gas stove, and it's so hard to drink hot water. "

After pouring ashes, adding coal, and after some tossing, I finally boiled a pot of hot water.

I took out a bag of jasmine "high crushed", that is, broken tea foam, and made a cup of tea.

Oh, the "beasts" are about to start a new day's life.

"I should go out for a walk, and report to the street. Yang Qinggang took some money and tickets, "By the way, buy some daily necessities or something"

Yang Qinggang pushed open the door and saw a bunch of people lined up at the public faucet in the courtyard.

The protagonist of the TV series, "Silly Zhu", is brushing his teeth there, with a mouth full of white foam.

"Yo, Brother Zhuzi, you're early. Yang Qinggang greeted and walked out.

"Huh...... , huh, phew. Silly Zhu rinsed his mouth, "Early, early, now you don't have to go to work, why do you get up so early

" "Hey, I haven't been back for a long time, go out and buy something by the way."

As soon as Yang Qing raised his legs, he walked towards the second gate of the courtyard, nodding and greeting casually to the people passing by as he walked. Looking at this courtyard, it is the same as in the TV series, every house looks dusty, with small glass windows.

"Gangzi, it's early. Xu Damao greeted, "I've been too busy playing movies all day, and I have to show movies to the factory leaders today, otherwise I would have called you to get together." "

Huh...... When you have time, I'll ask you to have a drink," Yang Qinggang said perfunctorily.

"Okay, okay, mine is gone, busy. Xu Damao fastened his buttons and walked out, and didn't forget to shout at his wife, "Ezi, don't forget to feed the chickens I brought back two days ago."

Yang Qing just walked out of the courtyard door and walked leisurely in the alley.

Hey, this is much more real than the TV series, Yang Qinggang looked around curiously.

There is a breakfast stall at the mouth of the alley, setting up an oil pot, an uncle is frying things in front of the pot, and there are oil cakes, coke rings, and sugar ears on a big case next to it.

There is also a large pot of boiling next door, and two tables and a few benches are randomly placed in the open space next to it.

"Boss, you're early, come here for two oil cakes and a bowl of stew. Yang Qinggang said.

"Yo, you're early!" the morning stall owner quickly wrapped two oil cakes in straw paper and handed them to Yang Qinggang, "You sit down for a while, I'll scoop and cook it for you."

"Yo, forgive me for being clumsy, I don't remember you very much, are you here to visit relatives? or what?" asked the boss with a smile while serving the stew to Yang Qinggang.

"I, Yang Qinggang, the son of Lao Yang in the rolling mill, just came back from the army, maybe you haven't seen me much in the past two years. Yang Qinggang stirred the stew with a spoon and said, "Uncle, how much is it in total?" "

Oil cake 6 cents a piece, one or two food stamps, stewed a dime a bowl, a two cents and two cents, two taels of food stamps." "

The money at this time is really valuable, Yang Qinggang counted the money out of his pocket and gave it to the boss.

After eating breakfast slowly, I went to the state-run store to buy cigarettes and alcohol. Yang Qinggang asked a few passers-by before finding the door of the sub-district office.

The office compound of this street office is also the original courtyard house, which is similar to the courtyard where Yang Qinggang lived.

Just as he was about to raise his leg to enter the door, he was stopped by the doorman.

Yang Qinggang hurriedly took out the peony cigarette that had been prepared long ago from his pocket and scattered one for the doorman.

"What are you doing here~" The doorman waved his hand and refused, "You are using this to test the cadres

?" Yang Qinggang hurriedly stuffed the whole box of cigarettes into the doorman's hand, "Uncle, I just came back from the army, come and report, which leader do you think I am looking for?"

The old man took the cigarette, put it in his pocket, and pointed to an office in the courtyard, "Count the second room on the left, find Director Wang."

After speaking, he entered the duty room with his hands behind his back and the old god was there.

"Thank you, you!" Yang

Qinggang walked towards the room, the door of the room was not closed, and it was half-hidden.

"Knock knock" Yang Qinggang knocked on the door gently.

"Please come in. A deep middle-aged man's voice came from the office.

The office is not big, only a dozen square meters, and there is a desk. Behind the office sat a man in his forties, Svenwen, wearing glasses.

"Hello Director Wang, Yang Qinggang of No. 95 Courtyard of our city is the son of the old Yang family in the rolling mill. The first two years were still the formalities you went through here, and went to the army. It's not that something happened at home, so I'll go back to our Sijiu City professionally. According to the professional resettlement plan of the troops, I will report to you first. "

Oh, I remember you, it's rare to see such a tall and handsome guy. Director Wang smiled as he held the teacup.

Yang Qinggang took out two bottles of Xifeng wine from his bag and put them on the ground on the side of the office desk and said, "Director Wang, you may have also heard that my father died in the line of duty, and there is no one in the family.

"Oh, what are you doing here, you are in the same grade as my son, and there is a sudden change in the family, what are you spending this money for, take it back and take it back, just call me Uncle Wang in the future." Director Wang said while kicking the wine with his foot.

Of course, Yang Qinggang would not be stupid enough to take it back and find someone to do something, not to mention that he wanted to rely on Director Wang to help arrange a better job, how could he take away the gift again.

"Uncle Wang, let's put this wine here for you first, I'll finish my errands and talk about it when I leave."