Chapter 60 No One Wants You to Live Well
"You want to tear down the pavilion and rebuild it?"
After finishing his meal, Lin Kucan was happily drinking the Tieguanyin tea that his son had given him. He frowned when he heard his son say that.
Jin Caifeng smiled and looked at her youngest son lovingly:
"It's time to tear it down and rebuild. We're not broke. The house is so dilapidated it's uninhabitable. If there's a heavy snowfall, you'll be crushed to death sleeping inside. This kind of thing happens all the time in Beijing."
Lin Sanqi served tea to his mother and nodded repeatedly, "That's right!"
Who would have thought that the usually Buddhist Lin Kucan would actually shake his head:
"You guys, you only think about being comfortable, but you forget what era we are in now? Everyone can't even get enough to eat, and every family is crammed into one room, living a miserable life. But we have a good life and we still want to build a new house? This is really hateful.
You underestimate human nature. Just like in our hospital, everyone was poor and faced the same difficulties. Everyone was mentally balanced. But if someone becomes rich overnight or is far ahead of them, the result will only make more and more people jealous.
"Others are jealous, and I'm having a hard time. How can I let you have an easy time? I'll go to the neighborhood office or your workplace and complain about you, even if there's nothing wrong. If they make a big deal out of it, accusing us of being petty and hedonistic, I'm afraid we won't be able to get past the workplace."
Jin Caifeng was also shocked when she heard this and hurriedly advised:
"Oh, I didn't think of that, son. You haven't even started working yet, and you're asking the government to build a new house for you. It would be troublesome if someone sued you."
After hearing this, Lin Sanqi was frightened for a while and recalled some scary things he had searched on Baidu.
If the neighbors think that our family is a bad group, we will be in big trouble.
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi stood up nervously.
"No, I have to go find Section Chief Quan. I won't build this house anymore. I'll just live in that shabby house."
Lin Sanqi thought that at worst he could travel back to 2013, since saving his life was the most important thing.
Jin Caifeng also stood up impatiently: "Come on, Mom will take you to Section Chief Quan's house to explain everything."
"Sit down, what's the rush, you two?"
Lin Kucan tapped the table lightly, motioning his wife and son to sit down.
"It can still be repaired. If you want to live comfortably, you can only make changes to the interior. The exterior should be shown to be as dilapidated, rotten, and old as possible, so that people will feel sympathy for Qizi's pity and laugh at his misfortune.
As for the interior, first of all, the walls are thickened. You can't feel it now, but the winter in the north is really unbearable, so the walls are thickened to 37 centimeters, commonly known as 37 centimeters wall, which improves the warmth retention.
If conditions permit, building a fire pit or a fire wall like people in the north would be a very good way to keep warm. However, coal is hard to come by right now, so we have to make do with what we have to do to stay warm."
Lin Sanqi's eyes were darting around.
Is keeping warm a problem? You can just install a fireplace indoors. You can buy one on Taobao for a couple of thousand yuan. It burns wood, but it won't be too warm.
"Okay, Dad. I'll tell Section Chief Quan tomorrow that we won't touch the roof or the exterior walls. Make them as shabby as possible. I want them to make everyone cry and feel sad, like I'm living in a doghouse."
Lin Kucan choked and knocked his son's head:
"That's the truth. You can't say that. How can you call the place where you live a doghouse?"
Jin Caifeng suddenly asked, "Building a house costs a lot of money. Did Section Chief Quan tell us how much the budget is?"
Lin Sanqi waved his hand and said indifferently:
"I'll take care of the money myself, to avoid my second brother and his wife saying I'm a parasite~~~"
Lin Sanqi spoke loudly on purpose, and it turned out that walls had ears.
Pei Xuehua put her ear to the wall and felt relieved when she heard that her brother-in-law had solved the problem of building the house himself.
Lin Duzhong felt a little embarrassed and pulled his wife: "Okay, okay, how can children obey their parents?"
Pei Xuehua snorted softly:
"You wild little brother, you've been out there for 10 years and you might have learned how to eat, drink, gamble and have sex. Look at him, he eats flatbread and fried dough sticks in the morning and fish and meat in the evening. If you don't know, you'd think there's no famine in our country.
He just eats and drinks lavishly. Where did he get all those food coupons and meat coupons? They were given to him by our parents!
My parents are really partial. They gave all the good things to their youngest son, and when they gave us money, they only gave us a little money, but didn't give us any receipts."
Lin Duzhong was annoyed after hearing this, "Alright, alright, stop talking."
Lin Zhenzhen was also unhappy when she heard her mother saying bad things about her uncle:
"Mom, my uncle is the best. He gives me delicious food."
Pei Xuehua was even more upset when she saw that her husband and daughter did not support her:
"Go away, go away. I'm annoying when I see people with the last name Lin."
In the evening, Lin Sanqi went out late at night under the pretext of buying construction materials with an old friend, but in fact he was going to the Ma Temple in the west of the city.
Mashen Temple is quite far from Daqudeng Hutong, more than 8 kilometers. Lin Sanqi passed Jingshan and walked west along Funei Street and Fuwai Avenue.
In 1959, the scale of the former Soviet Union was far smaller than that of later generations. Outside the west of the city, the suburbs such as Shijingshan and Mentougou were not far away.
It is called an effective area, but in fact it is a mountainous area, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a wilderness.
Wherever there are mountains, there are wild animals. Anyway, there is no wildlife protection law these days. In the first few years after liberation, hunters all had guns, making hunting convenient.
In an era when food supply was not guaranteed, these wild game became a precious source of "meat".
However, the country has regulations that if you kill a pheasant or rabbit, you can eat it yourself, but if it is a large animal such as a wild boar or sheep, you must hand it over and individuals cannot deal with it.
The problem is that everyone has selfish motives.
He climbed over mountains and hills, risking his life to hunt wild animals, and then handed them over to the state? Who knows if the animals were secretly divided up by village cadres?
Thus, the black market came into being.
The mountain people had wild game, and the farmers from Beijing brought some sweet potatoes, corn and dried sweet potatoes to exchange with the city people for cloth coupons, oil coupons and the like, sharing what they had.
Therefore, the pigeon market in the Ma Temple on the west side of the city is the largest in the city. It is the busiest at night, especially on dark and windy nights when people are killed.
Lin Sanqi carried a backpack and walked for two hours before he found the gate of Yuyuantan Park.
But it is not enough to just find Yuyuantan Park, you have to find the Horse Temple, which is the real trading point of Pigeon City.
Lin Sanqi looked around. Apart from the pitch-black darkness and a lonely street lamp in the distance, where was the human figure?
What kind of nice person would come to the park so late at night?
Lin Sanqi even glanced into the grove twice. When he and his girlfriend were dating, they loved going into the grove...
The problem is that we haven’t found any wild mandarin ducks yet.
"Oh no, it's over. Where is this pigeon city?"
Just when Lin Sanqi was at a loss, a lonely figure suddenly came from a distance, and the figure walked very cautiously, looking ahead and behind.
(End of this chapter)
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