Chapter 47: The Power of Mount Tai
Holding a thick stack of food coupons from Yanjing, Cheng Xuyuan was in a good mood.
Finally I can enjoy a meal!
He was a mental worker, and his monthly quota of food coupons was thirty kilograms.
These thirty kilograms of food coupons were divided into coarse grain coupons and fine grain coupons, but for him, there was basically no difference.
He can't cook for himself.
Oil coupons, cloth coupons and the like can also be exchanged with others for grain coupons or meat coupons.
Putting the food coupons in his pocket, Cheng Xuyuan came to the writing group's office.
In the office, all the people who often went to collect materials were present this time.
"I think dumplings are delicious, but we can't always eat dumplings. We can make some buns..." Shi Xuehong said excitedly: "Big buns made with two-grain flour are not only delicious, but also save fine grains!"
Qin Yewei said: "Speaking of eating steamed buns, I prefer the Xiaolongbao from Jinling. The Xiaolongbao there was really delicious when I went to Jinling to collect folk songs..."
Ma Boyuan said, "You two said the dumplings are so delicious, why don't we wait for Xiao Cheng's royalties to come in and have him treat us to some steamed dumplings."
As a result, his proposal was met with death stares from everyone in the writing team.
Amidst all these unfriendly looks, Ma Boyuan finally reacted.
We have all waited so long for this opportunity, who wouldn’t want to eat some meat!
What I said was simply a bad idea.
"Xiao Cheng, you're back." Just when Ma Boyuan was thinking about how to resolve the embarrassment of saying the wrong thing, he saw Cheng Xuyuan coming in through the curtain.
Cheng Xuyuan greeted everyone and then said with a smile, "Team Leader Qin, Teacher Ma, although my novel has not been published yet, I received the royalties yesterday."
"How about we go to Donglaishun for dinner tonight?"
"Okay!" Shi Xuehong said excitedly without waiting for Qin Yewei to speak.
Qin Yewei and Ma Boyuan looked at each other, and were both moved.
It's really nice for them to be able to go out to a restaurant for a meal.
"Okay, let's set it for tonight." Qin Yewei looked around and found that no one had any objections, so he smiled and said, "Let's also take advantage of Xiao Cheng and celebrate for Xiao Cheng."
At this point, he suddenly thought of something and said, "Xiao Cheng, I heard you are moving?"
Cheng Xuyuan said: "I was assigned a house, which is next to our district's literary association."
"I cleaned it up these past two days and prepared to move in."
When Shi Xuehong heard this, she muttered, "Xiao Cheng, you got a house so quickly. I've been waiting for several years and still haven't gotten one!"
These words left Cheng Xuyuan speechless. He thought to himself, "Sister, can I tell you that this is the power of Mount Tai?" Although the word "front" should be added in front of Mount Tai.
Before Cheng Xuyuan could speak, Qin Yewei said calmly, "Xuehong, don't think that Xiao Cheng should be ranked behind you just because he has just arrived."
"You haven't even gotten married yet, so why should you divide the house?"
"Xiao Cheng is married, so it's only right that he gets a share of the house. This is not just for Xiao Cheng, but also for Xiao Cheng's significant other."
Shi Xuehong, who was just complaining, suddenly looked gloomy.
She looked at Qin Yewei with resentment, thinking, I'm just complaining, do you have to hurt single people like this?
Aren't single people human? Cheng Xuyuan had no idea of comforting Shi Xuehong.
This is what happens when you speak without restraint.
If it weren't for Lao Qin's help, I, a person who got in through the back door, would be too embarrassed to face people, sister.
"Xiao Cheng, have you packed all your things? Let us help you move them over." Qin Yewei changed the subject.
"I'll pack up in the morning and move in this afternoon." Cheng Xuyuan said, "It's a good opportunity for us to go to Donglaishun together."
Qin Yewei nodded and said, "That's settled then."
"Everyone please send the food coupons home in the morning. At four o'clock in the afternoon, we will go together to help Xiao Cheng move."
"By the way, today's meal still follows the old rules. You have to prepare your own food coupons."
Having said that, he picked up the enamel mug, drank a sip of tea, and walked out of the office leisurely.
Judging from the direction he was heading, he should be in the chess group.
Ma Boyuan and others soon dispersed. After all, everyone had to write works, and how could they write without collecting folk songs?
Cheng Xuyuan was also preparing to withdraw, and he had no intention of chatting with Shi Xuehong.
However, just as he was about to leave, Shi Xuehong suddenly said, "Xiao Cheng, we are moving today, can we meet my sister-in-law?"
"This time, let's go to Donglaishun and bring her along."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at Shi Xuehong with a smile in his eyes and said, "Sister, you won't be able to see her this time. She has a mission these two days and has to work overtime."
As he was talking, he just ran away.
At 4 p.m., everyone gathered in the small warehouse on time. Cheng Xuyuan's belongings were pushed by two bicycles and arrived at the tube building behind the District Cultural Association.
“It’s nice here!”
Looking at the surrounding environment, Qin Yewei smiled and said, "Xiao Cheng, you are lucky to live in a building, which is much better than our slum."
Cheng Xuyuan hurriedly said modestly: "My house used to be an office building. It's called a building, but the various living facilities are not very convenient."
"I think it's not as free and down-to-earth as a courtyard house."
As they were talking, they arrived at the second floor. Cheng Xuyuan opened the three-ring lock, and everyone saw a room with only a big bed and a dining table.
If it were in the previous life, such conditions would definitely make everyone feel shabby.
But at this time, everyone felt it was natural.
After all, the young people have just been allocated a house, so they have to accumulate furniture bit by bit like a swallow building a nest.
Xiao Lu pointed at the big bed and said to Shi Xuehong mischievously: "Xiao Shi, do you see that bed? This is why you can't get a room!"
This sentence caused a burst of laughter, and Shi Xuehong shyly punched the ground.
Just as a few people were chatting and laughing, a man in his forties walked in carrying an enamel pot.
He was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit with two pens in the upper left pocket.
"Hey, isn't this Old Qin? Why are you here?" The man said with a smile when he saw Qin Yewei.
Qin Yewei was also stunned when he saw the person coming, then he said with a fake smile: "Lao Niu, I'm here to help my colleague move, why did you come to our South City District?"
"I live here." The middle-aged man called Lao Niu gently stroked the sparse hair on his head with his hand and said with a smile: "We improved our housing and benefited from my wife. Do you have any objection?"
Qin Yewei was so frustrated that he lost his temper. He snorted and said, "You married a good wife, how dare I have any objection!"
Listening to the conversation between the two people, Cheng Xuyuan felt that there must be some grudge between them.
At times like this, it’s best not to speak.
Seeing that he had the upper hand, Lao Niu became even more proud. He smiled and said to Qin Yewei: "Old Qin, as an old friend, I want to remind you that in the future, you should not run around to collect folk songs every day."
"You need to study more."
"Look at the skit you submitted last time from the South City Cultural Center. It's not original at all."
"Although on the surface it seems that the Nancheng District Cultural Center is the one who is embarrassed, but as the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement while experts watch the doorway. Everyone knows that this is the result of a few people in your writing group who are complacent and have led to this."
"You guys don't even know how to write a good skit!"
Qin Yewei's face was a little sour at first, but when he heard Lao Niu say this, he immediately smiled and said, "Lao Niu, are you going to watch the rehearsal of the performance tomorrow?"
Lao Niu didn't know what Qin Yewei wanted to do, but he was confident, so he said directly: "Go ahead, what's the matter?"
"It's okay, I'll go too, and we can have a good chat then."
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