Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

Jia Dongxu reached out and tried to pull at Wang Anping's clothes.

But just as his hand touched the hem of his clothes, before he could even exert any force, his collar was grabbed by someone's hand and he was shoved with great force. He staggered backward and finally groaned as he slammed solidly into the courtyard wall.

Immediately afterwards, the force lifted him upwards, and he was lifted off the ground!

Jia Dongxu was already sickly and barely over 1.7 meters tall, while Wang Anping was 1.85 meters tall, upright, and strong, so he lifted Jia Dongxu up effortlessly.

The change happened in an instant.

By the time everyone came to their senses, Jia Dongxu was already hanging on the wall.

Upon seeing this, Jia Zhangshi immediately rushed over, but dared not actually approach Wang Anping, and could only stand aside, fuming and crying:

"Someone's hitting someone! Someone's hitting someone!"

"Old Yi, Old He, Yan Bugui, come quick! This outsider is bullying us!"

"Quickly find the police! This is terrible!"

Yi Zhonghai and He Daqing quickly stepped forward to mediate the fight.

Wang Anping hadn't really intended to hit anyone, so seeing this, he took the opportunity to put Jia Dongxu down and waved his hand with a smile, saying:

"As you saw, it was Jia Dongxu who struck first."

He changed the subject, looking at the shrewish Jia Zhangshi:

"Isn't Jia Zhangshi clamoring to call the police? I think she should!"

"I just arrived in Beijing and moved into this compound, and I'm being bullied by the locals. It's clearly an act of bullying the family of a martyr!"

The moment the words "family members of martyrs" were uttered, Yi Zhonghai felt a sudden jolt.

He then suddenly remembered that Wang Li was a real martyr, and the factory and the street working group had officially notified him of this, so the whole area knew about it.

It was just a trivial matter.

If this escalates to the police and involves the issue of the martyr's family being bullied, things could really get out of hand.

Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pushed Jia Dongxu, who was trembling with fear, back into the house.

Turning to Wang Anping, he forced a smile:

"Anping, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"It's such a small matter, why make a fuss with the police?"

"If you want to dry the straw, then do it. We all live in the same yard, so it's only right that we understand each other."

Wang Anping immediately gave Yi Zhonghai a thumbs up.

With a look of admiration, he said sincerely:

"Master Yi is still the most generous."

"No wonder everyone else in the compound admires you. Not only is your steel mill technically superb, but you're also so fair and just in handling matters. You're truly a reasonable person!"

Yi Zhonghai's expression was unpredictable, shifting between light and dark.

After Wang Anping finished speaking, he pretended to ponder and stroked his chin, muttering:

"I'm not sure if this bundle will be enough to dry. Maybe I should buy a few more bundles later, so I can dry more and it will be more convenient to use in the future."

The neighbors who were watching the commotion couldn't help but twitch at the sound of it, and they all turned to look at Yi Zhonghai, their eyes full of anticipation for a good show.

As Wang Anping spoke, he lifted his foot and walked towards the front yard.

After taking a few steps, he turned back and raised his voice to remind them:

"Neighbors, I can vouch for you. I paid for all these straws myself. If even one is missing, I'll be taking it to the police!"

After saying that, he chuckled and strode away, leaving everyone in the courtyard looking at each other in bewilderment, and for a moment no one dared to utter a sound.

Yi Zhonghai turned and went back into the house without saying a word.

Seeing this, the others dispersed, but as they walked, they couldn't help but whisper about what had just happened.

Everyone realized that Wang Anping was not someone to be trifled with—not only was he a family member of a martyr with a powerful background, but he was also incredibly strong and never suffered a loss in his actions.

We can't afford to mess with them, we really can't afford to mess with them!

After leaving the courtyard, Wang Anping headed straight for the rescue station.

Although he already had a place to stay, Sister Liu asked him to go over again today. He had nothing else to do, so he was happy to go and take a look around. He could not only improve his cooking skills, but also get to know more about the people and things of this era.

Good thing!

On the way, Wang Anping turned into a breakfast shop.

I ordered a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks, which cost 12 cents. After eating, I still felt hungry, so I spent another 5 cents to buy a couple of potstickers.

This breakfast cost 17 cents, which is not cheap at all.

"Extravagant, too extravagant," he muttered as he walked. "I still need to find a wife who can cook, otherwise eating like this every day will bankrupt us."

Since there was still some time before leaving the rescue station, Wang Anping decided to take a stroll around the farmers' market.

When his predecessor came to Beijing, he sold off his family's possessions and had some savings. After this trip, he was carrying a lot of things.

I deliberately took a detour outside.

I found a quiet, secluded spot and stuffed all the things I bought into my system space, including a few newly purchased chicks.

Wang Anping tried out the tricks of this space last night.

Inanimate objects placed inside can perfectly maintain their original state; a cornbread he casually tossed in last night was still warm when he took it out this morning.

Even living creatures can be released.

He had previously caught an insect for an experiment, and it remained alive even after being in the space for a long time.

That's why I specifically bought chicks and put them in there, hoping to see if they could grow up inside—if it works, wouldn't that be another reliable way to make meat in the future?

In the early morning, Wang Anping strolled to the rescue station. As soon as he entered, Liu Yuzhi pulled him aside.

"Anping, you've finally arrived!"

Liu Yuzhi's face was full of eagerness:

"I have some good news for you. You just arrived in Beijing and haven't settled down yet, right? Last night I reported your situation to my superiors, and we'd like you to come work for us. Would you like to?"

Two members of the street work group also came over. They were obviously already aware of the matter, and their eyes were on Wang Anping with a hint of expectation.

Wang Anping was taken aback.

He really didn't expect Liu Yuzhi to take it so seriously and even arranged a job for him.

Liu Yuzhi then explained in detail:

"If you come, you can start working at the shelter. We mainly value your cooking skills and strength, and you can also lend a hand with shopping."

"Since you're young and don't have much seniority, you can only be considered a temporary worker for now."

"It's not a supply system; we receive wages."

"However, I negotiated with the higher-ups and got you the highest temporary worker wage, 28 yuan a month."

After a pause, Liu Yuzhi continued:

"In addition, I also told the leaders about your math skills. They attach great importance to this and would like you to take some time to help the work group with the accounting."

"This is extra work, and I'll give you an extra 15 yuan a month."

"That adds up to 43 yuan a month, what do you think?"

After saying that, Liu Yuzhi looked at Wang Anping with hopeful eyes.

Forty-three yuan?

So tall!

He already knew that most workers now earn only twenty or thirty yuan a month. Yan Bugui used to be a teacher and continued to do this job after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and his salary is still only twenty-eight yuan.

This is also why Wang Anping was taken aback.

I don't quite understand why someone who just appeared here was so easily recruited and given such high treatment.