Household registration has a special significance in the life of every Chinese. If you have never experienced that era, you can't imagine the meaning of household registration, or how expensive the few pieces of paper in the city household registration book are.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was more difficult than climbing to the sky in the entire 1980s.

Since this year, Rongbe has successively obtained indicators for agricultural conversion to non-government, but the conditions are extremely harsh. It is required to be a direct relative, who has obtained model workers or advanced workers at the municipal level or above. The applicant submits the materials and can only be implemented after layers of approval.

Qin Dong has not submitted the materials for Liuzhi, but Zhou Fenghe has suppressed his materials several times. Zhou Fenghe's reason seems to be very legitimate, "Are you a middle-level cadre in the factory or a college student, you have to carry forward your style. There are many family members of employees in your fifties in the factory..."

For a moment, Qin Dong could only say that he was respectful and hated this old-fashioned person.

Liu Zhi also knew that the indicators of agricultural conversion to non-agriculturalism were very popular, but there were many neighbors in Zhongjiawa like her, so she was not anxious.

"Willet branches, willow branches..."

Du Yuan pushed the bicycle and shouted before he entered the house. He put up the bicycle, took down the artificial leather black leather bag hanging on the handlebars and entered the yard.

Mingcui Liu Hotel closed very early today, and Liu Zhi also returned home early. Du Yuan's shouts immediately alarmed the people in the hospital.

"Look, letter of introduction." Du Yuan smiled and took out a letter from his bag, and then handed the two bottles of Rongshan Coke and a bottle of Changqiao liquor in the bag to Du Xiaoju, and two bags of pineapple beans. He smiled and handed them to Qin Nan.

"Old Du, what letter of introduction? Liuzhi..." An aunt in the same yard looked at Liuzhi. These days, I heard that there had been a bearded man having dinner in Liuzhi shop and taking a little girl.

"Don't think about it," Du Yuan quickly asked her to stop, and then he smiled and said, "This is a letter of introduction to apply for a household registration. Liuzhi has become a urban household registration!"

He said, "It's not stopping in his hand. In the artificial leather bag, a pack of pork head meat and a five-spice braised chicken were created like a magic trick. Everyone in Qinwan knows the cooked food of Baixiangju.

"Luzhi has become a city household registration?"

"When did it happen?"

"When can it be? Now, Director Du's letter of introduction has been issued!"

...

The neighbors in the same yard all walked out of their homes, no longer washed the bowls or watched the TV. This thin piece of paper was passed on in everyone's hands, and the hands of those who were still in the countryside were trembling. This is not a piece of paper. There are various benefits and conveniences that this city can enjoy!

"Liuzhi, why did you transfer it to a city resident account all of a sudden?"

"Is Dadong a provincial model worker or a assaulter? Isn't it? Willow branches will benefit from it..."

"Oh, our family can't get a model worker, so we can also benefit from it... Liuzhi, ask you Dadong, can you transfer another person's household registration?..."

"Can't transfer it," Du Yuan is the authority in this regard. He is the deputy director of the police station. "He is required to be a direct relative..."

"But Liuzhi is not..." a woman in her thirties muttered.

Qin Nan immediately retorted, "Sister Zhi is my sister, my real sister." She smiled and poured out a few pineapple beans. She was about to fill it into Liu Zhi's mouth, but she saw Liu Zhi looking at the letter of introduction, tears were already gushing out of her eyes.

"Sister Zhi'er..." Qin Nan asked worriedly, holding up the pineapple beans, and then glared at the woman fiercely. The woman quickly turned her head, but Liu Zhi burst into tears and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, sister is just happy, really, happy..."

"It's good to be happy, it's good to be happy," Du Yuan said immediately, "Have you eaten? Where is Dadong? Haven't gotten off work yet? Who can drink with me?" He raised the Changqiao white wine in his hand, and bit his teeth hard and spit out the bottle cap.

He was really happy. Today, he took advantage of the opportunity to go to the municipal bureau to do business and went to the city's "Workers' Gallery" to take a look. Unexpectedly, there were quite a few people in front of the gallery, and he finally squeezed in.

Well, he felt that it was not enough, so he ran to the Municipal Federation of Trade Unions again and saw Qin Dong's photo in the Federation of Trade Unions' publicity column...

In fact, he also thought of the Municipal Youth League Committee, but the Municipal Youth League Committee and the Municipal Committee are in the same courtyard, so he can't get in!

"Come on, Lao Sun, have a drink with me, Xiao Ju, and get a few wine cups." Du Yuan happily grabbed an old man in his fifties and called out to a middle-aged man in his forties, "Brother Shengzi, have a drink with your brother, and the dishes are ready-made."

When he was in the city, he became addicted to alcohol. Seeing Qin Dong’s photos of him wearing red and hanging colors, he became even more uncontrollable.

He took the knife handed over by Du Xiaoju, cut the pork head meat himself, and tore the five-spice braised chicken open, "Come on, dry it."

Scream-

I drank it into my stomach with a sip of white wine.

"The 115 tastes authentic!" The three of them lit up the wine cup and laughed.

Changqiao Baigan is a 62-degree white wine, and the price is one cent per 1 cent per 50 yuan. People in Lao Qinwan affectionately call it 115.

Qin Dong had not come back yet, and seeing Du Yuan drinking happily in the yard, Du Xiaoju was cleaning up in the room, but her eyes were already crescent.

The day before yesterday, Liu Xiaoguang, the secretary of the Youth League branch of the factory, also showed her the documents of the Federation of Trade Unions and the Municipal Youth League Committee, "Provincial model workers, provincial new Long March assaulter, your factory director Qin, has double satellites! However, they also have regulations, and not everyone can clean up the mess in the sugar factory!..."

"Look at you, why are you laughing at?" Qin Dong walked into the yard at some point in Du Yuan's drunken words. He approached Du Xiaoju, "Tomorrow, with me to my grandmother's house and get my sister Zhi'er's household registration."

"Yeah." Du Xiaoju smiled sweeter. She was willing to show up in Qin Dong's circle of friends and relatives, but in the local area, Liu Zhier's parents' family was the only relative of the Qin family.

...

Early in the morning, the jeep took the family and set off.

Along the way, Qin Nan chattered constantly, and Liu Zhi just stroked her hair from time to time, his eyes full of love and satisfaction.

Drive across the stone-paved street, drive through the narrow alley, in front of the courtyard, grandmother, uncle, second uncle, and third uncle all greet them. Even Daman, who was married, and Erman, were waiting in front of the door with his family.

Seeing the jeep driving into the village, the children chasing chickens and dogs, the elderly and white-haired old man, and the neighbors who had a living in their hands surrounded him. Soon, half of the village people gathered in front of Liuzhi's yard.

The sea breeze blew slowly, the sun shining on the faces of this family, and on the shimmering sea in the distance.

"Huh--" Qin Nan smiled strangely, and she grabbed Liu Zhi's hand, "Sister Zhi'er, how can you look like Yuanchun in Dream of Red Mansions to visit her relatives!" She smiled even more proudly, "Then, Sister Zhi'er is Yuanchun, I am Tanchun, and my brother, of course it is Jia Baoyu, Sister Xiaoju, are you Lin Daiyu or Xue Baochai?"
Chapter completed!