I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

March 28, 61 is a Saturday.

When Yan Jiefang returned to the courtyard house, it was just past noon.

The workers in the courtyard hadn't finished their shifts yet; only some women and elderly people were gathered in a corner, basking in the sun and gossiping.

"We're back from liberation!"

Someone saw Yan Jiefang walk into the courtyard and immediately greeted him.

Although Yan Jiefang has not yet graduated, it is foreseeable that he will have a brighter future than the other families in the courtyard.

Therefore, even people who had almost no dealings with the Yan family would greet him without paying a cent.

Other women also greeted him warmly.

Yan Jiefang's performance skills came into play, and he also smiled and greeted everyone, appearing very approachable.

Yang Ruihua, who was sitting in the crowd, immediately stood up and came over to help her son carry his bag.

This has never happened before.

It's like the sun has risen in the west!

However, when she hung her crossbody bag on the wall, she still habitually opened the bag and glanced at what was inside.

Upon discovering that there were only a few books of varying thicknesses, he immediately lost interest.

Hang the bag up properly.

Yan Jiedi, who was playing with other children throwing stones, immediately dropped the stones and ran back home when she heard her second brother return.

"Grasshopper, you're back?"

Yan Jiefang nodded to her:

"I'm back."

"Guoguo, did you bring any food from school? I'm hungry."

Yan Jiefang glanced at Yang Ruihua, then turned back to his sister.

Looking at her dry, yellow hair and somewhat dull skin, I could tell it was a sign of long-term malnutrition.

Most children are in this state during this period.

Resources are scarce, the country is facing difficulties, and there's nothing that can be done about it.

Faced with this situation, unless Yan Jiefang exposes his secret weapon and gains the support of the highest level (the great man), he will be in trouble.

Only then can these difficulties be resolved.

Otherwise, given his limited abilities, the amount he could actually do was negligible.

Since his sister had come to him, he decided to give her some food. He figured he wouldn't go hungry or thirsty in the future, so it didn't matter if he gave her some.

"Jie Di, hurry up and wash your hands clean. Once they're clean, your second brother will get you a big steamed bun to eat."

Before Yan Jiedi could react to the word "baozi" (steamed bun), Yang Ruihua's gaze turned towards her first.

She was very puzzled: Where did this big steamed bun come from? I didn't see it. And there didn't look like there were any steamed buns near the second son either.

If there were steamed buns, how could they possibly escape my nose?

Yan Jiedi blinked her big eyes, somewhat puzzled:

"Grasshopper, what's a big steamed bun?"

"Wait a minute, you'll see after you wash your hands."

This little girl is small, but she has quite a few problems!

However, it's understandable that she doesn't know what a big steamed bun is.

After all, she was born in 1955, and the difficult period began when she was only a few years old. (For plot purposes, her age is pushed back two or three years here.)

Aside from the elderly living in retirement communities, everyone else must be struggling financially.

Let alone steamed buns, even steamed bread is hard to find.

Not to mention the Yan family.

It was because she was young that she received special care from Yan Bugui and his wife, and was given better food.

If she had eaten the same food as her three brothers, she would probably be reduced to ashes by now.

Of course, Yan Bugui would not omit a single penny of the accounts that needed to be recorded.

Yan Jiefang led the little girl to the edge of the pool and washed her little hands several times with soap.

Then, he took her to the room and closed the door.

He pretended to rummage through his backpack for a while, and then a huge bun weighing half a pound appeared in his hand.

The aroma of meat and steamed buns mingled and wafted out, quickly filling the entire room.

After thinking about it, I realized that since she's so young, half a piece would be enough. I'll save the other half for when my third son comes back in the afternoon.

Yan Jiefang broke the bun in half.

He handed half of it to Yan Jiedi, whose mouth was already watering.

She eagerly took it and bit into the meat filling in the middle.

The mouthful of incredibly delicious filling instantly gave her a sense of satisfaction she had never experienced before.

The young woman devoured the remaining steamed buns, unable to stop.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

"Jiefang, what are you doing in there with the door locked? Let Mom come in and take a look."

The aroma of meat wafted outside the room and reached Yang Ruihua.

It's meat! This is real meat!

Yang Ruihua, who hadn't eaten meat in ages, was almost brought to tears by the craving.

She cried out in her heart: I want to eat meat too!

Yan Jiefang frantically winked at the girl.

The young woman knew that time was of the essence, so she immediately sped up.

Fearing she might choke, Yan Jiefang took out another glass of water from his spatial storage and poured a sip into her mouth.

A minute later, after Yang Ruihua anxiously knocked on the door, Yan Jiedi finally finished eating half a steamed bun.

She let out a long burp, feeling very satisfied.

Yan Jiefang slung his backpack over his shoulder, opened the door, and walked past Yang Ruihua, who looked extremely anxious.

The door opened, and a delightful fragrance wafted out.

Upon smelling this aroma, Yang Ruihua felt utterly delighted; it truly was the fragrance of meat buns!

She turned around and saw Yan Jiefang's figure disappear at the courtyard gate.

She grabbed her daughter, who was feeling sleepy after eating and was about to take a nap, and began to ask her detailed questions:

"Jie Di, where are the steamed buns?"

Yan Jiedi patted her bulging belly:

"Inside my belly."

Undeterred, Yang Ruihua asked:

"That's it?"

"That's all, Mom. I'm going to sleep now."

After saying that, Yan Jiedi ran to the bed and lay down, falling asleep in no time.

Undeterred, Yang Ruihua began searching Yan Jiefang's room.

I spent almost half an hour searching the entire room, but of course, I found nothing.

In fact, Yan Jiedi was not close to the original Yan Jiefang at all.

Things only started to change after he transmigrated.

She seemed to be able to sense something.

This might just be a child's sixth sense.

Yan Jiefang strolled leisurely for a little over two kilometers to reach the 49th City Library (officially renamed the National Library of China on April 16, 1999).

Today was a weekday, and the reading room wasn't as crowded as it is on holidays. Yan Jiefang spent the afternoon here quietly.

Before leaving, I registered that I had borrowed three books. [Second Loan Card (Ordinary Employees, University Students in Beijing, Ordinary Intellectuals): Maximum of 3 books borrowed at a time]

The three books are: "Basic Theories of Traditional Chinese Medicine", "Pharmacology of Traditional Chinese Medicine", and "How to Practice Singing".

When I got back to the courtyard house, it was almost completely dark, and a street lamp near the courtyard was already casting a dim light.

Just then, a figure emerged from behind the door and called out:

"Yan Jiefang!"