1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 4
The Institute of Literature now has no fixed place, which is pitiful to say the least, so it can only borrow someone else's site.

Teacher Jin led the two of them to push away a dormitory to the east, "It happens that there are still two beds here, so you can live here."

As soon as the door was opened, it was a south-facing bedroom. Sunlight came in through the glass of the south-facing window, revealing the dust floating in the air. There were two gay men cleaning the dormitory.

"This is Jiao Yundian, and this is Guo Yudao."

"This is Lin Weimin, and this is Huang Zonghan."

Teacher Jin introduced several people to each other, and they shook hands with each other alternately.

Lin Weimin was not interested in literature before time travel, and the writers who were able to enter the Institute of Literature for further study should all be famous in later generations. The few people I met today are a bit less famous, but Jiao Yundian's name seems to be a bit impressive.

Tsk, the reputation is too small!
Several people narrated their ages. Jiao Yundian was 50 years old, Guo Yudao was 43 years old, Huang Zonghan was 42 years old, and Lin Weimin was 20 years old.

Lin Weimin called him a good guy, this is the father of a dormitory!
After the few people finished telling their ages, they looked at Lin Weimin in a wrong way.

Lao Tzu has worked hard for more than 20 or [-] years, and finally got a place for advanced studies. How can you, boy?

Just kidding, this is all Lin Weimin's complaints.

When everyone heard his age, there was a bit of care in their eyes, which is true.

There is a lot of love these days, everyone can study together, and live in the same dormitory...

"It's all fate!" Huang Zonghan said, speaking for Lin Weimin.

Jiao Yundian had a dull face, not an angry one, Lin Weimin felt that the ravages of life probably made his facial muscles less active.

Guo Yudao actually smiled and hummed.

Lin Weimin glanced at Huang Zonghan. From now on, it seems that he is the only one who can chat happily in this dormitory.

Otherwise, the Northeast Bank can chatter!

"If you have any problems in life, you can go to Xiaolin, she is typing manuscripts for other teachers at the moment, and when she finishes her work, she will send the tickets to you.

Each of us is allocated [-] catties of national food stamps every month, so you have to save some food.

In addition, if the national food stamps are to be exchanged for rice and noodles, ten catties of national food stamps can only be exchanged for four catties of rice coupons and six catties of noodle coupons.

You have southerners and northerners here. Southerners like to eat rice, and northerners like to eat noodles. If you are not used to eating, you can change it in private. "

Teacher Jin explained very carefully, which shows that he is a very careful person.

Lin Weimin raised his hand and interrupted: "Mr. Jin, we from Northeast China can eat rice or noodles, and we are not picky eaters."

While talking, he bumped Huang Zonghan with his shoulder, "Is it?"

"Ah, yes."

Teacher Jin smiled kindly, "That's even better, if you have spare time, help the students."

"No problem." Lin Weimin replied happily.

After explaining the matter, Teacher Jin left.

Huang Zonghan made the bed, Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao helped.

After a few minutes of work, they finished making Huang Zonghan's bed, and Qiqi looked at Lin Weimin.

"For the people, where is your bedding?"

"He didn't bring it." Huang Zonghan said something for him.

"Then what should we do?" Jiao Yundian scratched Lin Weimin's head.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and a young woman in her 20s came in, with a pretty appearance, "Hello, teachers, I'm Lin Yan, you can call me Xiao Lin."

This is Kobayashi that Mr. Jin mentioned.

Xiao Lin brought two washbasins and two enamel jars, and took out two stacks of tickets from his pocket, and handed them to Lin Weimin and Huang Zonghan respectively, "Here are the washbasins and cups, and this is our monthly ticket treatment." .”

Lin Weimin looked through the pages, and there are a lot of types, such as food stamps, oil stamps, cloth stamps, pastry stamps, toilet paper stamps, soap stamps, billing invoices, bath stamps...

There are more than a dozen kinds of various types, which basically cover the daily necessities of the students during their studies in the institute. With these tickets, there is basically no need to spend money on life in the institute.

look!You have to be a scholar. Looking at the treatment, and thinking about the treatment he received in the country that year, Lin Weimin couldn't help crying.

"Thank you, Teacher Xiaolin. By the way, Teacher Xiaolin, I didn't bring any bedding when I came here. Can we provide bedding here?"

Lin Weimin's mouth was very sweet, and the corners of Xiao Lin's mouth were clearly uncontrollable.

All the people who come to the institute for advanced studies are writers, and Xiao Lin is very happy to call himself a teacher.

"This... I have to ask you."

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Xiaolin. If it doesn't work, I will issue cloth and cotton tickets. My tickets are all from Longjiang Province..." Lin Weimin showed a somewhat embarrassed gesture.

Xiao Lin quickly waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay, leave this matter to me."

Well, the little comrade is very good.

"Oh, thank you so much Mr. Xiaolin."

"You are too kind."

After Xiao Lin left, Lin Weimin picked up a broom and a stick to sweep the floor, humming a little tune.

Guo Yudao and Huang Zonghan looked at each other. Compared with this kid, they really lived like dogs at their age.

Jiao Yundian looked out the window in a daze, Huang Zonghan patted him, "What are you thinking?"

Jiao Yundian's eyes were somewhat confused, "You said, we call Xiaolin Xiaolin, so what do we call Xiaolin?"

Huang Zonghan looked at him speechlessly, cooperating with what you think about in your mind, if you don't know, you think you are thinking about some grand proposition.

At first it sounded convoluted, but Huang Zonghan immediately understood what he meant, and glanced at Xiao Lin who was sweeping the floor. This is a gay man.

"That's not easy? One is called Dalin and the other is called Xiaolin."

"I don't think so." Guo Yudao shook his head, "Xiaolin is still called Xiaolin, but ours is called Weimin!"

"Yes, it's for the good of the people, kind!" Jiao Yundian thought this proposal was good.

After Lin Weimin finished sweeping the floor, he looked at the fathers speechlessly.

Every day, there is no right way!

After about half an hour, Xiao Lin brought a quilt, which Xiao Lin got from the warehouse of the party school, without money or tickets.

Naturally, Lin Weimin was very grateful, Xiao Lin's cheeks were flushed with a few words, and those who didn't know thought he was molesting a good woman.

Huang Zonghan looked at Lin Weimin's performance and felt slanderous in his heart. He really didn't know how this kid's mouth grew. If the daughter of the family found such a partner in the future, he would not agree to it even if he was beaten to death.

Lin Weimin clapped his hands after the quilt was laid out, and went outside to buy some daily necessities tomorrow and he was ready to go.

"Let's go, brothers, go out and have a meal!"

With a wave of Lin Weimin's hand, he seemed to be back on the university campus, berating Fang Qiu in high spirits.

Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao looked at each other, this kid is neither big nor young.

Jiao Yundian said faintly, "I'm as old as Ye Daddy!"

(End of this chapter)