With a salary of 3,000 yuan and doing a tiring job, Su Jiu felt like she was going to die suddenly every day.
Until one day, she opened a door in her home that had been locked.
On the other side of the door is the courtyard of 1983. She even has an identity there.
As a result, she lived a semi-retirement life with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, eating and drinking happily.
A local chicken only costs three yuan, and half a pound of beef only costs ninety cents.
The atmosphere in the courtyard exudes a beauty that has not been corrupted by capitalism. The old man in the courtyard is learning English, and the little girl in the next room is holding Sanmao every day.
Oh, and the in-laws who witnessed their colleagues bragging every day were actually not from a business background.
She walked around in the yard every day, and there was actually a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who wanted to fall in love with her. The first step to confess his love was to hand over his salary passbook with both hands and swear to hand over all his salary after marriage.
Ah, the wonderful 80s.
Purpose: Remembering the good old days
