yes!
The old man originally had an idea in mind: a many-to-one approach.
That is, a two-layered stepped structure.
The person who provides for the elderly guarantees their right to care for them, and others guarantee that the person who provides for the elderly cannot refuse their obligation to do so.
The problem with this two-tiered structure is that if the elderly person leaves this small circle, then their old age security is compromised.
If we want to create a three-layer structure.
I adopt a child, then use two designated caregivers to ensure the adopted child doesn't abandon me. I also use the caregivers in the facility to keep the two caregivers from abandoning me. This way, my old age is guaranteed no matter what.
“You’re right!” An old man slapped his thigh and sat up.
"Right, right? That way, we'll have at least three layers of insurance for the future."
"Okay! Let's do it this way. Now that you're feeling better, let me think about where to find someone."
"What are you still thinking about! Let's go to your hometown."
"That's quite far."
"No matter how far away they are, they are still of your bloodline, no different from us!"
"Okay, I'll ask for leave tomorrow!"
Things always come to an end eventually, and false accusations always come at a price.
Wang Shouren didn't pay any more attention to what happened afterward. However, an old man came to his door once, telling him not to dwell on Sha Zhu's matter, since he was going to school soon. He'd become a technician or a cadre after graduation, and it would be beneath him to argue with a simpleton like Sha Zhu.
To be honest, Wang Shouren didn't intend to make a fuss about it.
On the contrary, he should thank Sha Zhu. Without Sha Zhu, it might have taken some time for him to present certain things openly and honestly.
That day, an old man had a good talk with him and shared his own thoughts.
What puzzled Wang Shouren was that the elderly couple actually planned to adopt a child.
He naturally agreed wholeheartedly, after all, he couldn't stay in the courtyard house forever; without companionship, one would always feel lonely.
After hearing Wang Shouren's answer, the old couple ran off happily.
The deaf old lady never imagined that her words would lead the elderly couple to adopt a child.
Her simple-minded son also paid a price: he was detained for fifteen days, a period that the deaf old lady managed to secure by using her connections. It's said he might have been exiled instead.
Li Weiguo told him about this later.
But none of that matters anymore.
The August 1st Agricultural Machinery College, a secondary vocational school, also meant that his life had truly embarked on a journey.
He chose to live on campus, and could come back occasionally.
In those days, vocational school graduates were still highly sought after; take Wang Shouren himself as an example.
In addition to their own food ration book, vocational school students receive a stipend of 16 jin (8 kg) of school food per month, 18.5 yuan in cash, and other food subsidies, the specifics of which depend on the college's arrangements. In short, it's not a problem to support one person, or even a large family if you're frugal.
While tidying up at home, I suddenly felt as if a pair of eyes were watching me from behind.
Turning around, he found Qin Huairu staring blankly at him, her eyes looking a little silly, her cheeks slightly flushed.
He walked over and pulled her into the house.
"You dare to come here in broad daylight?" Wang Shouren chuckled and pinched her cheek.
Qin Huairu's face flushed red instantly.
This is why she liked being with Wang Shouren. When she was with him, she always felt like a younger sister, not an older sister. A younger sister who was always taken care of.
"I heard you're leaving tomorrow, so I came to see you..." Qin Huairu's voice was tinged with disappointment.
"Don't worry, I'll be back."
"What will you do after graduation?"
Wang Shouren was somewhat surprised, not expecting this girl to ask such a question. He grabbed her hand and led her into the house: "Don't worry, I haven't had enough of this place yet. I'll stay for two years. As for you, you can come to this house when I'm not around. I'll leave some good things here when I come back occasionally. You can use them here."
"If you can't use things like face cream or lip balm at home, you can use them here."
"Also, I'll need you to help me tidy up this place. It's quite far from here, and if I want to stay in this area, I'll have to work hard. You should have heard that most people get sent to other places. I have to stay, you know that."
Wang Shouren proceeded to ramble on about his plans.
Qin Huairu's mind was filled with only one thought: "I have to stay."
Her complexion became increasingly rosy.
"Okay, I understand. I'll come find you again tonight." With that, she broke free from Wang Shouren's embrace and ran away without looking back.
She was scared; if she didn't run, her legs would go weak.
Wang Shouren touched his nose somewhat awkwardly, a faint fragrance lingering on his hand.
He slapped his right hand hard: "Why can't I control this hand!"
The next morning, feeling refreshed, I went out to take the bus.
Buses were rare in those days, and they had a very unique design—a large bus with a big "youtiao" (fried dough stick) on its back. These were what were known as "gas-powered buses," something most younger people had never seen before. After boarding this very vintage bus, the bumpy ride, combined with closing his eyes to rest, didn't make him feel too uncomfortable.
The August 1st Agricultural Machinery College was established 60 years ago, and this year is only its third year.
The area wasn't large, but there were quite a few dormitories. Wang Shouren was lucky; he got a four-person room.
Quite a few people came today, arriving right on time.
The oldest person in the dormitory was Wang Shouren, who was seventeen years old.
There were four people. The one who was the same age as Wang Shouren was named Wang Kaifang. He was from Tianjin and seemed to be doing quite well. He was tall and strong, a rare sight these days. If he had time, Wang Shouren was thinking of having him help make a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe).
The other one, tall and thin, 16 years old, Xu Jiaguo, from Shandong, had the air of a technician. When asked about his major, it turned out to be the same as his – mechanics.
The youngest roommate, Lin Zonghui, was fourteen. It was rare to see a southerner come to the north to study. He said it was because of his father. He didn't continue after that. Everyone understood and didn't ask any further.
After introducing themselves, the four decided to go to the cafeteria together for a meal and catch up.
While chatting on the road, being young people, they ended up talking about their family situations.
In short, each has its own unique characteristics.
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