After leaving the Zhang family's mother's house, Song Yuanchao came to No. 23 next door, where his home was.

The houses in the alley are all old-fashioned Shikumen in Shanghai. This kind of house has a long history and was first found in the Qing Dynasty.

Pushing open the wooden door with the painted surface falling off, Song Yuanchao stepped in, and as soon as he entered the door, the kitchen room on the first floor was also called the stove room.

The kitchen rooms of Shikumen are like this, usually at the entrance. This kind of Shikumen used to live in a family, so the kitchen area on the first floor is enough to be used.

But due to historical reasons, there are usually several houses in this kind of house now, so the kitchen on the first floor is shared, and the cupboards, stoves, and faucets of each house are all here. In addition to some other debris, the first floor is full.

Although he had left for eight years, looking around, everything was like Song Yuanchao left. Song Yuanchao stood there in a complicated mood and looked at this familiar place. After a while, he picked up his salute and walked through the kitchen on the first floor, from the stairs to the third floor.

Song Yuanchao's home lives in the bedroom on the third floor, and this room is the best location in Shikumen No. 23.

Usually, Shikumen has one or two bedrooms, plus a living room (living room), a pavilion room, a stove room, a second-story pavilion (or a third-story pavilion), etc.

Generally speaking, it is best to be the master bedroom on the second or third floor. If you don’t know the structure of Shikumen, you can watch the old movie “Crow and Sparrow”, where the department head is living in the bedroom, the hawker couple lives in the front living room on the first floor, the pavilion room on the middle of the first floor and the second floor is living in the teacher Hua’s family. The original owner of the house Kong Youwen was driven to the back living room...

As for the second-story pavilion or the third-story pavilion, this is the place where the attic is located. It used to store debris, but now it is naturally home.

The Song family has lived here for three generations. The house was raised by Song Yuanchao's grandfather earlier, with three big yellow croakers. Song Guangzeng and Song Yuanchao were both only sons. After the old man passed away, the house naturally belonged to Song Guangzeng. Song Guangzeng and Wang Sufen got married here, and Song Yuanchao was also born and raised here.

Standing in front of the door, Song Yuanchao stared at the closed door for a long time, then took out the key given to him by the mother of the Zhang family and inserted it into the lock.

Twist the key, the door lock opened, and the heavy door was pushed open, and the old hinges came.

When I walked into the house, it looked much brighter than the dim stairs. The weather was good today, and the sun was scattered on the floor through the glass windows near the south.

The room was very neat and there was no amount of dust. The Zhang family’s mother helped clean it very clean, but she hadn’t lived in a long time, and there was inevitably a faint smell of mold in the room.

Song Yuanchao put down his luggage and looked at his childhood life again as he looked at his youth's home. The scenes at home had become oblivious to the depths of memory. Unconsciously, Song Yuanchao's face was covered with tears. He walked to the dressing table by the window and a photo of the three people was placed on it.

In the photo, the young Song Yuanchao was on the right, and on the left was his mother Wang Sufen. Wang Sufen had straight short and medium hair. This hairstyle is also called revolutionary head, and it was the most popular hairstyle for women back then.

Sitting in the middle was his father Song Guangzeng, who graduated from St. John's University and was an extremely gentle scholar. He wore a pair of black-framed glasses, neatly separated heads, and a straight Zhongshan suit.

The three of them wore the chairman badge on their chests, with a serious expression, and a smile on their lips, looking at the camera. Song Yuanchao remembered that this photo was taken by his father and his mother to the Red Star Photo Studio before he went to the countryside, but he did not expect that this was the last photo of his family of three. After being separated from each other, it was the day when yin and yang would never meet again.

Picking up the photo frame with a trembling trembling, Song Yuanchao could no longer suppress his mood and cried bitterly...

After a long time, Song Yuanchao wiped away his tears and tidied up the room. It was already afternoon when he finished packing his room and luggage.

In the afternoon, Song Yuanchao went to a nearby bathhouse to take a bath.

In this era, except for summer, there is basically no such condition for taking a bath at home, so you usually have to go to the bathhouse to take a bath.

There are many bathhouses in Shanghai. The most famous ones are naturally the large bathhouses such as Xiaoyaochi that were found before liberation. Song Yuanchao naturally would not go so far to wash, and the place was far and expensive.

The bathhouse he went to was not far from the alley. The name of this bathhouse is also very contemporary. It is called "People's Bath Pool". It has five minutes to take a bath. There are also services such as back rubbing, haircuts, and noodles repairing. Each service price ranges from five minutes to one cent.

After soaking in the pool for half an hour, rubbed the back and rubbed all the dirt on his body. After washing, Song Yuanchao cut his hair and repaired his dough in the bathhouse.

After finishing all this, Song Yuanchao felt relaxed all over. After changing into the clean clothes he brought, his face looked a little dark, Song Yuanchao was no different from ordinary people in Shanghai.

When I got home from the bathhouse, I just sat down for a while and there was a knock on the door.

"Uncle Jianguo?"

At first, a familiar face appeared in front of Song Yuanchao. The middle-aged man in his thirties who was in his thirties in his blue work jacket standing at the door was the son of the Zhang family's grandmother, that is, Zhang Jianguo, who Song Yuanchao has called him his uncle since childhood.

"Aiding Korea, I'm finally back!" Zhang Jianguo smiled and looked at Song Yuanchao who had not seen him for many years. The little kid who had been following him back then had grown up now. If he hadn't seen him here, Zhang Jianguo wouldn't recognize Song Yuanchao at first sight after changing to another place.

"I'm dark and thin, but I'm taller and stronger, and more energetic!" Zhang Jianguo picked up the lunch box in his hand: "My mom knows that you just came back, and probably didn't have time to open the fire, so she made some food for me to bring. Look, the barbed pork, hairtail, and egg dumplings made during the Chinese New Year are all your favorite food."

Zhang Jianguo entered the door and put the three lunch boxes in his hand on the table one by one. A scent of fragrance came to his nose, making Song Yuanchao swallow his saliva.

That's right, these are the favorites that Song Yuanchao has been fond of since childhood, but even in this era of poor supplies, they can only be eaten during the big holidays.

Today, the Zhang family’s mother actually made so many delicious foods for Song Yuanchao, which moved Song Yuanchao very much.

"Haha, don't be stupid, eat, eat while it's hot, and endure hardships in the northwest. Look at you being thin, come back to make up for it." Looking at Song Yuanchao's expression, Zhang Jianguo smiled and patted his shoulder. Song Yuanchao was moved, but with the relationship between the two families, there is no need to say thank you at this time. The Zhang family will remember the kindness of his own, and will definitely repay you later.

"Uncle, sit first and smoke." Song Yuanchao turned around and poured a glass of water for Zhang Jianguo first, and then took out Bao Baocheng from the drawer. The cigarette was brought back from the countryside. Although it was not as famous as the cigarettes in Shanghai, it was considered good in the local area.

"This cigarette looks festive. I haven't smoked it before. Is it from the northwest?" Zhang Jianguo took it and looked at it first, asked casually. Seeing Song Yuanchao nodding, Zhang Jianguo didn't politely take it apart and took out one directly, put it under his nose to smell it. He nodded slightly and picked up the match on the table and lit it.

After taking a big sip, Zhang Jianguo exhaled the white smoke rings enjoyingly and nodded: "The taste is pretty good, but I'm a little rushing, but I'm very addicted to smoking, and this cigarette is just right."

As he said that, Zhang Jianguo laughed and pointed at the open lunch box, signaling Song Yuanchao to eat soon.

Song Yuanchao was not polite either, so he found a pair of chopsticks and sat down and ate it.

The food was still the taste in my memory. Song Yuanchao ate it very delicious. Ten minutes later, the food was swept away by Song Yuanchao.

When Song Yuanchao finished eating and was about to pack his lunch box, Zhang Jianguo signaled him not to be busy and sit down and chat.

"I heard you were back after get off work, so I went to the police station specifically." Zhang Jianguo said to Song Yuanchao: "I know Uncle Wang of the police station. I said hello to him. You can just come to him after you leave tomorrow and just hand over the information to him. He will handle the household registration matters as soon as possible. If there is no problem, you can get off at most ten days and half a month."

"Thank you uncle, I remember, look for Uncle Wang." Song Yuanchao nodded. The same was true in his previous life. Although the country has policies, the household registration procedures for implementing the household registration are complicated. This era is not like the future generations. Everything is connected to the Internet. At present, archives and materials must be retrieved from other places and then manually filled in and applied through the procedures.

If you don’t have an acquaintance, how can you implement your household registration so quickly? It would be great if you can handle it in two or three months. Zhang Jianguo asked Officer Wang to help, saving a lot of time.

In this era, household registration is an extremely important thing.

If a person has no household registration, let alone identity and work, even survival problems. You must know that every household has food, non-staple food, meat, eggs, oil, cloth, cigarettes, etc., everything you can think of is a ticket.

Household registration is the basis for issuing tickets. Only with household registration can there be tickets. Without household registration, there will be no tickets. Without tickets, there will be no tickets.

"You can take this first." Zhang Jianguo took out an envelope from his pocket and pushed it over: "Just come back, your parents are gone, and your household registration has not been implemented, but you still have to live this day."

"No, no, uncle, you have old men and young men, and your family is not well-off. I also earn work points in the northwest and have money." Song Yuanchao quickly refused.

Zhang Jianguo's job is pretty good. He works as a driver in a small car class in a state-owned factory. Drivers are a very popular profession in this era, not to mention that he is also a driver in a small car class.

Zhang Jianguo's basic salary is 36 yuan, and the bonus plus car subsidy is about fifteen yuan, which is more than fifty yuan in total.

In addition to salary, the factory benefits are also very good. Not only do you get clothes, soap, toilet paper, etc. every season, but you also have fish, broilers, chickens and ducks during festivals. Sometimes you have good luck in driving and can get some cigarettes and alcohol.

Zhang Jianguo's wife Sun Xia is an employee of a street factory. The street factory is a collective factory, and its salary is naturally not as good as that of a large state-owned enterprise factory. The street factory receives a timely salary of 80 cents a day, and the rest on Sundays is not counted as a salary. On average, it is about 21 yuan per month.
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