Chapter 5

"If I can't figure it out, I won't think about it."

"When I get to my fields and farm, I will know what farming perception is."

Wan Ping'an couldn't figure it out, so he simply put it aside.

Rumble!

Wan Ping'an's stomach growled; he was hungry.

"Go out to eat."

Wan Ping'an took out the money from the wooden box.

More than eight yuan, he took it all out.

"The predecessor's survival ability was too poor, only able to barely survive on coarse grains."

"I am a transmigrator and have a system, so big fish and meat are just the most basic life configuration; I'll go to the vegetable market to buy meat now."

Wan Ping'an took the money and walked out of the house.

The Red Star Sihe Academy where he lived was a three-courtyard Sihe Academy.

The overall layout was in the shape of the character "Mu", simply divided into three courtyards: front, middle, and back; regardless of entering or exiting, one could only walk through the only main gate in the front courtyard.

Of course.

One could also jump over the wall.

Wan Ping'an's house was close to the back courtyard wall, facing south.

To the left was the home of the Deaf Old Lady.

To the front right was Xu Damao's house.

The Xu family sat west facing east, leaning against the west wall.

The Xu family was directly opposite the Liu Haizhong family, who sat east facing west; the two families were door-to-door, separated by the back courtyard.

Wan Ping'an walked forward to the middle courtyard and first saw the He family.

The He family's house was the best, the main room of the Sihe Academy, also facing south.

On the west side of the middle courtyard, in the same position as the Xu Damao family in the back courtyard, lived the Jia family, and on the east side, opposite the Jia family, was the Yi Zhonghai family.

"The Jia family?"

Thinking of the Jia family, Wan Ping'an frowned slightly.

He transmigrated too early; Jia Dongxu's father, Jia Gensheng, was still alive, and Jia Dongxu was still a child with a father.

Jia Gensheng, like Yi Zhonghai, was a fitter at the steel mill.

Wage standards in the fifties.

Apprentice 14 yuan, first-grade worker 28, second-grade 35, third-grade 42, fourth-grade 51, fifth-grade 63, sixth-grade 76, seventh-grade 89, eighth-grade 104.

Yi Zhonghai was sixth-grade, with a salary of 76 yuan.

Jia Gensheng was fourth-grade, with a salary of only 51 yuan, quite a difference.

"In the fifties, the minimum living standard was set at a monthly income of 5 yuan."

"Jia Gensheng had 51 yuan a month, for a family of three, unless they were extravagant, they couldn't spend it all, and could save some every month."

Wan Ping'an sighed.

The income was not high, but the key was that the prices were cheap.

Just like he was going to buy meat, the current pork was only over six jiao per jin.

There was another point that was also very important: workers in this era didn't need to spend money to buy houses; as long as they had a formal job, they would be allocated a house.

No pressure of a mortgage.

The salary earned from work could all be used for living.

When he passed through the middle courtyard, he smelled a burst of meat fragrance.

"The fire was too big, the meat was overcooked, affecting the meat fragrance, failure!"

"Too much fat, too greasy, affecting the taste, failure!"