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Okay, not that much

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"Hey!" A man's vulgar voice came out.

"Ouch!" A woman's coquettish voice came out.

The two separated from each other in strange poses.

Wang Weidong got up, grabbed the blue and black coat that was placed in the cab, put it on him, and looked at it intently.

Standing opposite was a young woman in her thirties. Her long, moist hair was draped over her shoulders, and her eyebrows had the unique charm of a mature woman.

The mature woman pursed her small mouth and stared at Wang Weidong with a pair of charming eyes, which seemed to be angry but not angry.

Wang Weidong scratched his head in embarrassment and apologized: "Comrade, I'm sorry, I was repairing the car below you and didn't notice."

The scene just now was so weird that it might not have been a big deal in the previous life, but in this age where showing your belly button would be criticized, it can be considered immoral.

"It's okay, it's okay." The mature woman looked around timidly, as if she was afraid of being seen by others, and smacked her mouth slightly.

As long as everything is fine, Wang Weidong opened the cab and prepared to move forward.

On the road, Director Zhang of the neighborhood committee, who had met Wang Weidong once, came over.

When she saw Wang Weidong in the truck, her eyes lit up and she walked a little faster.

When he arrived at the car, he smiled and said: "Comrade Wang Weidong, I received a call from Minister Fang and was about to wait for you at the gate of the courtyard. I didn't expect to meet you here."

As she said that, she looked at the big truck again and showed an expression that was indeed the case.

How is it possible for Minister Fang to call and arrange accommodation in person, as we are not close relatives? Fortunately, this time, I came in person, so I can sell him a favor later.

Wang Weidong showed an honest smile: "Director Zhang, how can I be embarrassed to ask you to help me arrange my accommodation in person?"

"Come on, it's so tiring to walk."

Wang Weidong turned on the passenger car.

Director Wang was about to get in the car when he turned around and saw a mature woman standing not far away and stopped immediately.

She slapped her thigh fiercely: "Isn't this a coincidence? Qin Huairu, you are here too."

As she said that, she looked up at Wang Weidong again: "Xiao Qin lives in the courtyard, and you still work in the same factory."

Qin Huairu...the name exploded in Wang Weidong's mind like thunder, and the depressed and angry mood that his predecessor had before his death hit him overwhelmingly.

Suddenly the world was spinning.

I traveled to a TV show that killed me!

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Night fell, and the entire capital was submerged in darkness.

In a side room of the courtyard, under the dim light, Wang Weidong squatted on a crooked and broken bench, planning the future.

Time travel is an established fact that no one can change. Even Mr. Ke has to go through all kinds of hardships to become a fool before he can return.

Since you can’t resist, just enjoy it!

In order to avoid the pursuit of powerful enemies, a Korean model worker buried underground for more than 1,000 years and finally ascended to the fairyland.

I will be able to accomplish great things by relying on the memory of the time traveler.

As for the birds in the Siheyuan that caused his own death, none of them can be spared, and they must be punished as they deserve.

However, Wang Weidong knows that it is an unwise choice to act rashly when the foundation is still shallow.

Let them fight among themselves for a while!

After making up his mind, Wang Weidong began to take stock of his belongings.

Three pieces of old military uniforms, two sets of blue and black clothes, and one set of military green quilts

A small bagful of eggs, about ten.

Three pounds of brown sugar wrapped in paper.

Ten packs of Big Brim Hat cigarettes.

There was also a small stack of old banknotes, totaling 52 yuan and 38 cents.

The food was given by teammates, the cigarettes were bought in the army, and the banknotes were allowances.

Holding the stack of old banknotes, Wang Weidong couldn't help but frown. This guy had been a soldier for five years and had saved so little money.

At that time, there was no salary for serving as a soldier. The allowance could only be regarded as living expenses, and the amount was not fixed.

Generally speaking, the monthly salary for a first-year soldier is 5 yuan, the second-year soldier is 6 yuan per month, the third-year soldier is 10 yuan per month, the fourth-year soldier is 12 yuan per month, and the fifth-year soldier is 15 yuan per month.

This money may not seem like much, but in the army, there is no need to purchase additional food, clothing, medical treatment, or even daily necessities.

Some young men from rural areas can save three large houses with tile roofs if they are more diligent and thrifty.

However, when he saw those packs of large-brimmed hats that could only be bought in the army, thought of the two packs of white boxes, and thought of his predecessor's life experience, Wang Weidong was instantly relieved.

Sometimes, being able to spend money is also a skill.

Those teammates who saved money can only return to the countryside, facing the loess and turning their backs to the sky. But Wang Weidong can become a city citizen, live in a house allocated for free, receive a monthly salary from the factory, and have a pension after retirement.

Which strategy is better can be seen at a glance.

After Wang Weidong finished taking inventory, he put the banknotes in his arms, locked the egg brown sugar cigarettes in the cabinet, locked the door, and then fell asleep with peace of mind.

There is a thief in this courtyard house.

Just closed my eyes.

[Ding, system startup is complete]

[The host has not signed in today, do you want to sign in?]

Wang Weidong was refreshed.

Sure enough, as a welfare for time travellers, the system will only be late, not late.

He was thinking just now that without a system, with his monthly salary of forty-seven and a half yuan, he could live a happy life even if he lived frugally.

It seems unnecessary now.

Wang Weidong saw that the doors and windows were closed tightly and silently said "sign in".

[Ding, you signed in successfully, you will get a storage ring, 50 yuan in money, 1 catty of pork, and 30 catties of rice and noodles]

Wang Weiguo's eyes widened, this sign-in system is too powerful.

There is more than fifty cubic meters of space inside the storage ring, so any food placed there will not go bad.

Fifty yuan is enough for one month's salary.

Although 1 pound of pork is only worth 70 cents, it is not easy to buy without a ticket.

The most important thing is that the things arranged by the system have their own origins, so there is no need to fear being traced.

“This system is really thoughtful and has a five-star rating.”

"Make meat buns tomorrow for the tooth festival!"

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zzzz...

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A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Wang Weidong quickly established a foothold in the team by virtue of his good popularity, especially the black and sturdy captain, who has said twice in a row that he would introduce his sister to Wang Weidong.

He was also aware of the situation in the courtyard.

This is a three-in-four courtyard with more than a dozen families living in it. The three courtyards are managed by three uncles respectively. The front yard is managed by the third uncle Yan Bugui, the middle courtyard is managed by the second uncle Liu Haizhong, and the backyard is managed by the first uncle Yi Zhonghai.

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Wang Weidong lived in the backyard, next door to Xu Damao. In addition, there was the deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai's family.

But maybe it’s because time travel has changed the plot.

A year ago, Jia Xudong had an accident in the factory. He was crippled but not dead. He could only lie in bed all day.

His position was taken by Qin Huairu, but according to rumors in the factory, Qin Huairu needed to start as an apprentice.

He Yuzhu, also known as Silly Zhu, is already an eighth-level chef and is waiting for Jia Xudong to die so that he can take over Qin Huairu.

Xu Damao is still a young man, looking for a stepping stone on blind dates.

In the evening, Wang Weidong got off work from the factory and returned to the compound as usual.

He saw that Sha Zhu had brought two lunch boxes, one for Qin Huairu and one to take home.

He just smiled and said nothing.
To be continued...