Note: Yesterday's title was blocked, I don't know what happened, so I made a temporary change. Editor Eleven is off duty.

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Huang Yusheng was born into a poor peasant family and lived a miserable life from a young age.

In his nineteen years of life memories.

The word 'home' was merely a corner cottage when he was a child.

That cottage was very small.

According to Chixian City's current popular measurement standards, it probably only covered about ten square meters.

The house was both drafty and leaky, without storing any particularly beautiful memories.

But no matter how broken the house.

It was still a home.

For the people of Damo Realm.

Having a house means having a place to settle and establish, at least being able to stand in the world with dignity.

However, Huang Yusheng's memories of that cottage only lasted until he was seven, and then came the endless displacement and fleeing.

From seven to nineteen, in those twelve years.

He lived in stinky cattle pens, damp and cold bridge holes, and broken temples.

Just fleeing and starving like that.

Huang Yusheng gradually transformed from a child into an adult.

Although his parents and sister fortunately survived, without losing limbs.

The future of the family was still uncertain, uncertain about where the road ahead led.

Until that night.

The helicopter's searchlight shone like salvation's light, directly onto his dark face, making him a bit dizzy.

Then he and his family, along with other refugees, were hurriedly taken to Chixian City.

In the past period of days, he and his family lived in aid tents.

The standard was twelve people per tent, meaning three different families were squeezed into one space.

Although it was just sleeping on the floor simply, but at least there was no wind or rain, and the blankets were warm enough.

Later, Chixian City's recruitment plan started.

Huang Yusheng became one of the earliest group of workers recruited into the factory, very luckily benefiting from the early policy of daily wage settlements.

Thus, the next day after getting off work, he astonishingly bought a pound of meat from Happiness Supermarket.

Had a long-awaited meat meal with his family.

The whole family sighed while eating, "This truly feels like a home now."

Thus, Huang Yusheng was already satisfied with his current life, but who would have thought...

The big bosses of Chixian City actually were willing to allocate houses!

And even these kinds of large houses where one need not worry about wind and rain, and family members don't need to squeeze into one bed?

If this isn't heaven, then what is heaven?

As Huang Yusheng was caught in reverie, suddenly a vaguely familiar voice sounded beside him:

"Wow… such a beautiful house, even the wealthy in our village couldn't afford to live in them, right?"

Huang Yusheng turned to look, and immediately laughed:

He was wondering why it seemed familiar, the speaker was indeed the middle-aged man he had met among the crowd earlier!

It's unclear how this elder brother managed to squeeze in with his slim build.

If he remembered correctly.

Earlier, it seemed he was swept away by the crowd, wasn't he?

Seemingly sensing Huang Yusheng's gaze, the middle-aged man turned his head.

His eyebrows instantly raised:

"Hey? Young brother, you squeezed in too?"

Huang Yusheng bashfully scratched his head and said:

"Yes, it was quite difficult, took a lot of effort to get in.

Brother, my name is Huang Yusheng, operator in group six of factory building number two."

The middle-aged man smiled, pinching and gently shaking the number on his work uniform's left chest with his index finger and thumb:

"Zhao Shitou, piece rate worker in group nine of factory building number two, not far from your group."

Then Zhao Shitou took out a pack of Da Qianmen cigarettes from his pocket and flicked one out, handing it to Huang Yusheng:

"Little brother, want a smoke?

Bought from Happiness Supermarket, way stronger than the ghostly tobacco I used to smoke."

Huang Yusheng awkwardly waved his hand and apologetically said:

"Sorry, Brother Zhao, I don't smoke, you keep it for yourself."

Zhao Shitou didn't mind, gently clamping a cigarette between his lips.

In the past days.

With wages in hand, many refugee workers turned their attention to leisure fields after solving their basic needs.

For example, the food and beverage industry.

Nowadays, outside the factory entrance, besides the restaurant run by Zhao Qianju's wife, there are many other restaurants or food stalls.

It gets even busier at night.

Various vendors gather there, forming the embryo of a food street.

After all, not everyone knows how to cook, many during the escape just made some wild grass soup, maybe adding a sprinkle of salt.

During difficult times, it was understandable.

Now, in these stable days, let them eat this?

Furthermore, the proportion of single individuals among refugees is actually not low:

The risk of starting a family during escape is extremely high, having children would mean an additional burden of food supply.

So apart from some true love enthusiasts, most refugees won't really marry until stability.

Therefore, after having some cash at hand, quite a few singles opted to dine out.

This significantly boosted demand within Chixian City's food industry, providing a grassroots foundation for food stalls to emerge.

Coincidentally.

The refugee group originally comes from various regions, and those with skills often possess unique culinary talents.

With demand and uniqueness.

The night market thus came alive.

Some refugees had hobbies not focused on eating, but on other ways.

Such as playing billiards, table tennis, or kicking soccer, etc.

Incidentally, here's something interesting:

Not long ago, a ping-pong competition was held within the factory, all participants were refugees, and a champion was eventually crowned.

This champion came from the agricultural machinery factory, and after winning, he got quite boastful, never missing a chance to talk ping-pong, self-proclaiming as Chixian City's top racket.

Later, one day while assembling agricultural machinery outside the city, he couldn't help boasting again.

It happened that a sixty-something old expert was giving technical guidance nearby, the elderly couldn't resist the itch and had a match with him in the village activity room.

It ended with the expert winning 3-0 in total, with detailed scores of 33-6, utterly defeating him.

Then the old expert left a comment "My level can't even get into the semifinals in our community" and disappeared, leaving the factory champion bewildered.

It's said this factory champion has started training in soccer lately because he heard that no one can beat the rabbits in table tennis, whereas soccer is no one can lose.

Ahem....

Besides these sports activities, there are also the options of smoking and drinking.

Currently, the best-selling items in Happiness Supermarket are Da Qianmen and Marlboro, followed by Seven Wolves.

Of course.

Considering the workers' health issues, Happiness Supermarket has stipulated that workers must undergo facial recognition when buying cigarettes.

Only with no problems detected in the recent check-up report, can they purchase cigarettes and alcohol.

Among Huang Yusheng's coworkers, there are a few heavy smokers, often coaxing him to try it out.

However, since he still has parents and a sister to care for at home, his finances are always meticulously planned.

Naturally, the hobby of smoking didn't quite align with him.

Zhao Shitou wasn't surprised by this, nor did he force Huang Yusheng to show face.

Currently, smoking among refugees flows like local ant-keeping, an active circle behavior.

Click——

He just lit a cigarette for himself, leisurely taking a puff, sighing:

"This house is really beautiful, it's just uncertain when it will reach our muddy-legged folks."

Huang Yusheng looked at him in surprise, somewhat puzzled and asked:

"Brother Zhao, what do you mean by that?

Isn't it stated in the announcement that it's a house allocated to each of us workers?

Pay a little rent each month and you can move in, what's uncertain about that?"

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Note:

Yesterday some classmates felt that 38 square meters was too small, another classmate helped explain, and here's some additional information.

Such specifications of houses were actually very common in the early days, even kitchen and bathroom together might not cover 4 square meters,

the dining table is directly placed in the living room, with one room for parents and another for children, if it's brother and sister, just put a curtain in between.

Attached is a 1986 paper by Chinese Agriculture DOI: 10.16291/j.cnki.zgjc.1986.01.014, there are design drawings at the back, with an area of 36.2 square meters.

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