Chapter 6

Wan Ping'an had master-level culinary arts; smelling the fragrance, he knew the person cooking had terrible skills, and a good piece of pork was ruined.

Just as he walked past the middle courtyard, a young man appeared at the door with a rice bowl.

It was Jia Dongxu, looking at Wan Ping'an with a cold smile.

"Isn't this the mud-legged Wan Ping'an?"

"You haven't starved to death yet?"

"Look at what this is?"

"Big fat meat, look, there's not a bit of lean meat, oily and shiny, put it in your mouth, it's full of fragrance, you've never eaten it, right?"

Jia Dongxu deliberately picked up a piece of big fat meat.

He held it high and shook it.

Plop!

Extreme joy begets sorrow.

The fat meat fell to the ground.

Jia Dongxu couldn't laugh on the spot.

Looking at the fat meat on the ground, oily and shiny, emitting a fragrance, should he pick it up or not?

Hahaha!

Wan Ping'an was amused on the spot.

Was Jia Dongxu here to be funny?

After laughing.

Wan Ping'an snorted coldly and continued walking, ignoring the Jia family.

He had no grudges against the Jia family, but his predecessor did.

The predecessor's grudge was his grudge.

The predecessor's depression was largely due to the Jia family.

"Predecessor, don't worry, with me here, the Jia family will not have a good life; the suffering they brought you, I will repay ten times over."

Wan Ping'an continued to walk toward the front courtyard.

"Dongxu, don't pick it up, throw it away if it's dirty."

"Your father is a fourth-grade fitter, earning 51 yuan a month, our family can afford to throw it away."

"Unlike the one surnamed Wan, who can't even get full on coarse grains; if he had a piece of meat, let alone falling on the ground, even if it fell into the toilet, he would fish it out."

After Wan Ping'an left.

A sarcastic voice sounded from the Jia family.

A fat woman, looking to be in her forties, with triangular eyes, came to the door and looked at Wan Ping'an's back from afar.

"Mom, you're right, Wan Ping'an is a poor ghost, only he would pick up meat that fell on the ground, we won't."

Jia Dongxu nodded.

"Mom, I just saw Wan Ping'an, and I feel like he seems a bit different from before."

Jia Dongxu frowned slightly.

"What could be different?"

"Don't worry about the one surnamed Wan, after eating, let your father teach you fitter techniques; when your father retires, you can go to the steel mill to take over your father's job."

Jia Zhangshi moved her fat body into the house.

Jia Dongxu followed.

"Child's mother, was that Wan Ping'an who just passed by?"

"Why do I feel like he seems like a different person?"

A thin man in his early forties, whose right leg was broken and taped up, continued to wear it while eating with his family.

"It seems to be him."

"I also feel like he has changed."

Beside the man was a woman of similar age, with shoulder-length short hair characteristic of the era.

It was the family of the Third Elder, Yan Fugui.

If it weren't for the meal time, he would definitely be guarding the main gate.

"Sigh, Wan Ping'an is also quite pitiful, his parents are both gone, leaving only him; if it weren't for the six mu of land, he wouldn't have survived."

Yan Fugui sighed.

Wan Ping'an walked out of the Sihe Academy and came to the street outside.

"Truly simple!"

"The clothes worn by pedestrians on the street are mostly blue, green, and gray."

"Occasionally there are more fashionable women wearing floral clothes, also blue and white flowers, which are not considered to be outside the three mainstream colors."

"Rarely see cars, occasionally a bicycle passes by, the head-turning rate is absolutely one hundred percent."

Wan Ping'an was very emotional.

Just entered the new society, everything is waiting to be done!

It is the most difficult era, and also an era full of hope.

Soon.

Wan Ping'an came to the vegetable market.

People coming and going were very lively, unlike before he transmigrated, where half of the pedestrians on the road were looking down at their phones, and acquaintances couldn't even see each other when they met.

"Give me two jin of pork belly!"

Wan Ping'an was not interested in vegetables.

He wanted to eat meat.

Soon he came to the pork shop, took out three jiao and four fen, pork was six jiao and four fen per jin, two jin was less than one yuan and three jiao.

Just give money.

No coupons needed.

It wouldn't be until '55, when supplies were tight and limited supply was necessary, that coupons would be issued, entering the coupon era.

It was only '50 now, and no coupons were needed to buy anything.

He also bought some vegetables and grain.

"Almost there."

"Time to go back!"

Wan Ping'an turned and returned to the Sihe Academy.