Chapter 4: The Father of a Dormitory

The Institute of Literature now has no fixed place to live, which is quite pitiful, as they can only borrow other people's land.

Teacher Jin led the two of them and pushed open a dormitory on the east side. "It just so happens that there are two beds available here. You can stay here."

As soon as I opened the door, I found that it was a south-facing bedroom. The sunlight came in through the glass of the south-facing windows, revealing the dust floating in the air. Two men were cleaning the dormitory.

"This is Jiao Yundian, and this is Guo Yudao."

"This is Lin Weimin, and this is Huang Zonghan."

Teacher Jin introduced the few people to each other, and they shook hands and greeted each other.

Lin Weimin was not interested in literature before he traveled through time. Writers who could enter the Institute of Literature for further studies should all be famous in later generations. The few people I met today are not very famous, and I seem to have some impression of Jiao Yundian's name.

Tsk, he’s not famous enough!

They talked about their ages: Jiao Yundian was 50 years old, Guo Yudao was 43 years old, Huang Zonghan was 42 years old, and Lin Weimin was 20 years old.

Lin Weimin exclaimed, "Wow, this is the dad of the whole dormitory!"

After they talked about their ages, there was something wrong in the way they looked at Lin Weimin.

We have worked hard for more than ten or twenty years and finally managed to get a place for further studies. What qualifications do you have for this?

Just kidding, these are all Lin Weimin’s inner complaints.

It is true that when everyone heard his age, a hint of care appeared in their eyes.

These days, people are very close to each other. We can study together and live in the same dormitory...

"It's all fate!" Huang Zonghan said, expressing Lin Weimin's thoughts.

Jiao Yundian had a wooden face, not the angry one. Lin Weimin felt that the ravages of life might have made his facial muscles less active.

Guo Yudao smiled and hummed.

Lin Weimin glanced at Huang Zonghan. It seemed that he was the only one who could have a pleasant chat in the dormitory.

Otherwise, even Northeastern silver can be talked about!

"If you have any problems in life, just go find Xiao Lin. She is typing manuscripts for other teachers right now. She will send you the tickets when she is done.

Each of us is allocated 40 kilograms of national food coupons every month, so you have to eat sparingly.

In addition, if the national food coupons are to be exchanged for rice and noodles, ten kilograms of national food coupons can only be exchanged for four kilograms of rice coupons and six kilograms of noodles coupons.

You have people from the south and the north here. Southerners like to eat rice, while northerners like to eat noodles. If you are not used to one of them, you can change it privately. "

Teacher Jin’s instructions were very detailed, showing that he is a very careful person.

Lin Weimin raised his hand and interrupted, "Teacher Jin, we are from the Northeast. We can eat either rice or noodles. We are not picky about food."

As he spoke, he bumped Huang Zonghan with his shoulder, "Really?"

"Ah, yes."

Teacher Jin smiled kindly, "That's even better. If you have any extra money, help the students."

"No problem." Lin Weimin answered happily.

After explaining the matter, Teacher Jin left.

Huang Zonghan made the bed, and Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao helped.

After a few minutes of hard work, they finished making Huang Zonghan's bed and all looked at Lin Weimin.

"Weimin, where are your bedding?"

"He didn't bring it." Huang Zonghan said for him.

"What should we do then?" Jiao Yundian scratched his head for Lin Weimin.

At this time, someone knocked on the door. A young woman in her twenties came in with a pretty face. "Hello, teachers. I'm Lin Yan. You can just call me Xiao Lin."

This is Xiao Lin that Teacher Jin mentioned.

Xiao Lin brought two washbasins and two enamel pots, and took out two stacks of tickets from his pocket and handed them to Lin Weimin and Huang Zonghan respectively, "These are washbasins and cups, these are our monthly ticket benefits."

Lin Weimin flipped through the coupons and found a wide variety of coupons, including food coupons, oil coupons, cloth coupons, cake coupons, toilet paper coupons, soap coupons, haircut coupons, bath coupons, etc.

There are more than a dozen kinds of tickets, which basically cover the daily necessities of the students during their studies in the institute. With these tickets, they basically do not need to spend any money to live in the institute.

Look! He must be a scholar. Looking at this treatment, and thinking about how he was treated in the countryside that year, Lin Weimin couldn't help but shed tears.

"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolin. By the way, Mr. Xiaolin, I didn't bring any bedding when I came here. Can we provide any bedding here?"

Lin Weimin has a very sweet mouth, but Xiao Lin's smile is clearly a little out of control.

All the students who came to the institute for further studies were writers, and they called him teacher, which made Xiaolin very happy.

"Well...I need to ask you something."

"Then I'll trouble you, Teacher Xiaolin. If that doesn't work, I can give you cloth coupons and cotton coupons. The only thing is that my coupons are from Heilongjiang Province..." Lin Weimin looked a little embarrassed.

Xiao Lin waved his hands quickly, "It's okay, it's okay, leave it to me."

Well, the young comrade is very smart.

"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Kobayashi."

"You are very kind."

After Xiao Lin left, Lin Weimin picked up the broom and dustpan and swept the floor, humming a little tune.

Guo Yudao and Huang Zonghan looked at each other. Compared with this kid, they were really living a dog's life at their age.

Jiao Yundian was staring out the window in a daze. Huang Zonghan patted him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Jiao Yundian looked a little confused. "You said, if we call Xiao Lin Xiao Lin, then what should we call Xiao Lin?"

Huang Zonghan looked at him speechlessly. So this is all you have in your mind. If you don’t know, you would think you are thinking about some grand proposition.

It sounded confusing at first, but Huang Zonghan immediately understood what he meant. He glanced at Xiaolin who was sweeping the floor and realized that he was a gay man.

"That's easy. One is called Dalin and the other is called Xiaolin."

"I don't think that's good." Guo Yudao shook his head. "Xiao Lin is still called Xiao Lin, but ours is called Wei Min!"

"Yes, it's good to call it Wei Min Hao, it's friendly!" Jiao Yundian thought this suggestion was good.

After Lin Weimin finished sweeping the floor, he looked at the fathers speechlessly.

There's nothing going on all day long!

About half an hour later, Xiao Lin brought in a quilt. Xiao Lin got the quilt from the Party School's warehouse without spending any money or using any tickets.

Lin Weimin was naturally very grateful. His few words made Xiao Lin's cheeks blush. If someone didn't know better, they would think he was flirting with a decent woman.

Huang Zonghan looked at Lin Weimin's performance and complained in his heart. He really didn't know what was wrong with this kid's mouth. If his daughter found a partner like this in the future, he would never agree even if he was beaten to death.

After making the bedding, Lin Weimin clapped his hands and decided to go out and buy some daily necessities tomorrow.

"Come on, guys, let's go out and have a meal!"

Lin Weimin waved his hand, and it seemed as if he was back in the university campus, full of energy and vigor.

Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao looked at each other. This boy has no respect for his elders.

Jiao Yundian said quietly, "I'm almost as old as your father!"

(End of this chapter)