In the afternoon of the next day, the cadres of the logistics department in charge of the life and treatment of the national leadership came to the door and gave Xu Junmin two keys and Zhao Chengyu three keys.

Before the two families were in trouble, Xu Junmin was the minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, a fifth-level cadre, and his monthly salary was 414 yuan.

Xu Shidao is a division chief under the State Administration for Industry and Commerce, a 14-level cadre, and his monthly salary is 138 yuan.

After graduating from university, Xu Shujian joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. After he became a regular employee, he was assigned a three-level clerk and twenty-one cadre with a monthly salary of 62 yuan.

What happened to the Xu family did not affect him, just to take care of Xu Junmin and Zhao Chengyu who were seriously ill. He resigned from public office on his own initiative, and went south to Yuexi Village as an educated youth with the help of Old Man Ning. Naturally, his house was taken back by the public.

Therefore, it is of course not his part to resume the party organization life of the two families this time.

As for Zhao Chengyu, before the accident, he was the Minister of the Ministry of Culture, a sixth-level cadre, and his monthly salary was 368 yuan. Both of his sons also held public positions, and his level was not much different from that of Xu Shidao.

When the key was in hand, Xu Junmin and others would naturally not be able to stay at Ning's house anymore. Ning Youtian said a few words of courtesy and didn’t stop too much. He just asked the driver to drive their luggage and make an appointment to visit. time.

The house where the hair came down should not have been long since it was built, and the concrete steps outside the building have not yet dried out.

Xu Junmin and Ning Youtian are at the same level, so they are also assigned a new-style house with lanes and lanes. The area is slightly larger than that of the Ning's house, one hundred and forty flat, with four bedrooms and one living room.

The house has all kinds of furniture and appliances: a small wooden sofa, a color TV, a radio, a record player, an electric fan, a telephone... Song Fengchen even saw a single-door refrigerator in the corner, with the three large letters "Snowflakes" written on the trademark.

The middle-aged cadres in the logistics department who came with them were not in a hurry. After Xu Junmin looked at the inside and outside of the house, he said, "Comrade Xu, are you satisfied with this house? Do you have any needs? Where do we rectify or supplement?"

"Very good." Xu Junmin said with a smile: "Thanks for your hard work."

"It should be." The middle-aged cadre immediately took out a piece of paper from the document bag, pointed to a place on it and said: "Since there is no problem, please sign here."

"good."

Xu Junmin nodded, and Xu Shi next to him met him, took off the pen held on his chest pocket and handed it over.

After Xu Junmin signed the letter, the middle-aged cadre put the official documents back into the document bag, and then said: "According to the new regulations formulated by the Logistics Department last year, your 50 yuan rent will be directly paid from you by the Finance Department every month. It’s deducted from the salary and will no longer be collected by a dedicated person."

"Got it." Xu Junmin replied.

Song Fengchen was startled slightly, feeling still had to pay the rent.

As he said, the middle-aged cadre took out a wad of paper from the document bag: "According to the regulations, you can be equipped with a guard and a cook or waiter by your side, you see?"

Xu Junmin thought for a while: "It's a cook."

"Okay." The middle-aged cadre turned over the information in his hand, took out a few and handed them to Xu Junmin: "This is the relevant information about the guards and cooks that we have just trained some time ago. You can pick it up. ."

As Xu Junmin looked through the information, the middle-aged cadre continued to say: "In addition, according to your level, you should have been equipped with a special car, but considering that you are not currently holding any public office, there is no arrangement for the time being."

Xu Junmin nodded, expressing understanding. He sorted out the information in his hand, took out two copies and put them on the top, and then returned them to the middle-aged cadres together: "Just these two."

"Okay." The middle-aged cadre collected these materials carefully, and finally said: "The special store is on Qianmen South Street, where things are safer..."

As the name suggests, the special supply store is a place that specializes in supplying the country's senior cadres to buy daily necessities. The goods there are a little better than those sold in the external supply and marketing cooperatives. Generally speaking, the price of rice noodle oil is about the same as outside, and the meat is much cheaper. Of course, many things that are not available outside, such as fine non-staple foods, valuable electrical appliances, and high-end tobacco and alcohol, can be bought in specialty stores.

This is the legalized privilege enjoyed by government officials in this era. The central government divides salary levels into 30 levels, with senior officials at level 12 and above, intermediate cadres at levels 13 to 16 and ordinary cadres below level 17. Privileges correspond to levels, and different levels have different privileges.

Take the supply of non-staple food as an example: the cadres at the administrative level above the eighth level can buy fine grains, fish, meat, eggs, etc., as long as they have money; while the cadres at the eighth to twelfth levels can use a red The leather "supply certificate" can basically meet the daily necessities needed by the family in the special store.

The salary of these people is only a symbol of their job income.

When it comes to mid-level cadres, the benefits are partly provided by the state, such as medium and high-end tobacco and alcohol, and there are strict quotas.

Only the treatment of ordinary cadres is the same as that of the common people.

So when it came to Xu Shidao, things were much simpler.

According to his administrative level, apart from a 60-square-meter ordinary two-bedroom apartment and a set of supplies for daily necessities, nothing else.

After leaving the middle-aged cadre away, Xu Junmin stared at the two keys on the coffee table, his expression a little complicated.

Xu Shujian looked at each other, Xu Shidao tentatively shouted: "Dad."

Xu Junmin came back to his senses and said, "About these two houses..."

Song Fengchen raised his brows slightly.

Xu Junmin sighed, and said in a deep voice, "Suitable for you to live with me. As for your house," he looked up at Xu Shujian and Song Fengchen, "Just live with you two."

Xu Shujian's heart was hot, his ears were slightly red, he coughed uncomfortably, and subconsciously looked at Song Fengchen beside him.

Song Fengchen's eyes lit up: "Thank you, sir—"

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly changed his words: "Thank you Grandpa!"

Seeing Song Fengchen shamelessly climbing up the pole, Xu Junmin couldn't help but feel frustrated. He gave Song Fengchen a blank look and said in a good voice, "But it’s not a good idea to live together if you have no name or distinction. Knowing it, I have to poke my Xu family's spine."

Xu Shujian's breathing was stagnant, and her heartbeat rose by a few minutes instantly.

"Even if you are not in a hurry to put out the wine, you should get the marriage certificate first." After saying this, the sulky breath that was stuck in Xu Junmin's heart also disappeared.

Song Fengchen grinned, his face eager to move, "Grandpa is right, let's do it now."

Xu Junmin was all about it, and Song Fengchen was too happy to be too late, so how could it not be as he wished.

…

Two hours later, Xu Shujian stepped out of the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau with a dazed expression. He opened the exquisite folding marriage certificate in his hand, and his eyes shifted from the leader's quotation on the left to the two names of him and Song Fengchen on the right. Above, the divergent line of sight gradually focused.

He thought, is he married now?

Immediately afterwards, a thought came up in his mind.

At this moment, Song Fengchen couldn't run away.

Song Fengchen was satisfied and finally got Xu Shujian in his hands.

His old man now has a daughter-in-law.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen's heart instantly heated up.

He took Xu Shujian's hand: "Go, go home!"

Seeing Song Fengchen's impatient appearance, Xu Shujian was vaguely aware of something in his heart, his ears were red, and he didn't want to think deep, but just let Song Fengchen act.

Organize things, eat, take a bath, all in one go.

When Xu Shujian came out of the bathroom, Song Fengchen sat on the bed, patted the empty space beside her with a mouth wide open.

Under the bright light, Xu Shujian's face flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a long time, he settled his mind, raised his foot and walked over slowly.

When he reached the bed, he hardly dared to look at Song Fengchen's fiery gaze, lifted the quilt and went straight in.

Song Fengchen didn't blink his eyes, he asked, with an uncontrollable smile in his voice: "Are you going to sleep without taking off your clothes?"

Xu Shujian curled up his toes, with a hint of anger and anger, and turned his back to Song Fengchen: "Don't take it off."

Song Fengchen opened his mouth: "Oh."

Xu Shujian pricked up her ears, and then heard a whistling voice coming out.

You don't need to think about what he is doing.

Xu Shujian clung to the sheets subconsciously.

After a while, I heard Song Fengchen say: "I turned off the lights."

"Yeah!" Xu Shujian said in a faint voice.

There was only a snap, the lights were gone, and the world went back to darkness.

In the silence, Xu Shujian could even hear the same violent heartbeat of the man beside him.

A ghostly messenger, he thought of the fiery scene in the woods by the river that night in Yuexi Village.

He shrank his head into the quilt, and his whole body was hot.

At this moment, the next door moved, and a palm of his hand touched his arm in the sound of Xixi Susuo.

Xu Shu straightened his body.

As if receiving some encouragement, the palm of his hand slid upwards, and finally stopped at the top button of his shirt.

Immediately following a hot body, the man panted lightly and leaned to his ear: "Then I will take it off for you—"