Chapter 82 Peking University Opens

"Okay, old man, we can't go to Liulichang."

Li Changhe looked at his niece who was sleeping on his shoulder and sighed.

Of course this is not the main reason.

The main reason is that Li Changhe has no money.

Although the family has a savings of more than 10,000 yuan, most of it is kept by Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin was not a stingy person and had never thought of controlling Li Changhe's finances. He had given Li Changhe one thousand yuan before and let him use it freely.

Adding the change Li Changhe usually has in his hands, there is more than a thousand yuan.

Then today I spent it all in one go.

Poor Li Changhe now has less than twenty yuan in his pocket.

"The main thing is, I'm out of money!"

Zhang Shiqi smiled and nodded: "That's fine. You spent more than a thousand yuan today, so it's not a loss."

“The best attitude is to stop in time and gain something occasionally.”

"The most taboo thing in the antique business is greed, because there are so many good things in the world that you can never collect them all."

"The reason why those fraudsters can succeed so often is that they know exactly what people are greedy for."

"Come on, go home."

Li Changhe and his companions drove back to the courtyard even faster than those old men.

After a while, these bosses pulled the furniture over and helped Li Changhe put it in his room.
After paying the money, Li Changhe looked around the house and then carried Niuniu home.

He has no professional knowledge of antiques, let alone a love for them. He collects these things purely for their appreciation in value.

Of course, it is also possible that in the future, when one is not short of money, one will use these things to show off and build up one's image.

It's like in the future there is a Niu Ye who made a TV series based on his life experience and made Han Chunming famous, but unfortunately he was blind and used the stabbing leader as the female lead.

After returning home, Li Changhe wrote some more manuscripts.

There is no need to pick up Zhu Lin today because Li Changhe has to go to school tomorrow.

What a pity that I have to be alone again at night.

Early the next morning, when Li Changhe woke up, no one was at home and his niece had been sent to the nursery.

Li Changhe packed himself up, changed his clothes, then took his admission letter and other documents, went downstairs, rode his bicycle, and headed towards Peking University.

When they got close to the gate of Peking University, Li Changhe's outfit and bicycle made him obviously the coolest guy on the street.

Some students who got off the bus along the way and were also reporting looked at him with different expressions.

Li Changhe didn't care much and first parked his bicycle at the parking lot marked at the school entrance.

Then I took the notification letter and followed the instructions to the office of the Department of Political Science and Economics. There were already people queuing in front.

There were a few people in the office who looked quite old, and Li Changhe couldn't tell whether they were his seniors or teachers.

The main thing is that it is really difficult to judge the age of students these days. Just look at the few students who registered earlier, they seem to be much older than Li Changhe.

Soon, it was Li Changhe's turn. Li Changhe came in front of a man who looked to be in his thirties.

"Hello, teacher. My name is Li Changhe, and I am from the Department of Political Economy!"

Li Changhe handed over his materials and gave his name.

"Are you Li Changhe?"

Dong Wenjun looked at Li Changhe curiously, as he was a prominent figure in their Economics Department.

Not only was he the top scorer in the liberal arts college entrance exam in Beijing this year, his essay was published in the People's Daily, and he was also a writer, with his collection of novels now selling well across the country. Of course, his most well-known story was the argument between Director Zhang of the Admissions Office and Qian Wenming during the enrollment process because of him.

Director Zhang’s words “I don’t need your opinion, I only need my opinion” are now widely circulated in Peking University.

"Hello, I'm Dong Wenjun, the director of the office of our Department of Political Economy. You can just call me Teacher Dong."

"Come, fill out this enrollment report form first. And this, this is the People's Scholarship Application Form."

Li Changhe began to fill out the form in an orderly manner.

The report form was easy, but Li Changhe felt helpless when filling out the People's Scholarship.

This people's scholarship is what people in later generations often refer to as the fact that in this era, not only was there no charge for going to college, but money was actually given to students. This is the money that was given.

There are three levels of People's Scholarship: A, B and C

Grade A is the highest, at 19.5 yuan, and in addition to that, there is a poverty subsidy of 3 yuan.

In other words, if you come from a poor family, you can get an extra 3 yuan, or 22.5 yuan, which is the highest university subsidy in this era.

However, this people's scholarship is not awarded to everyone. It depends on your personal financial and family situation.

This form should include your parents' occupations and income, as well as your own income, including wages and other income.

Seeing Li Changhe filling out the People's Scholarship Form, Dong Wenjun took a look and sighed.

"You just need to fill out the form casually. You definitely don't meet the requirements and you can't receive the above standard. You can only receive the most basic living allowance."

They had already known Li Changhe's basic situation. His parents were teachers at an industrial college, and he himself was a writer. They had both published collections of novels, so his income must be high.

In this case, he couldn't even get the lowest grade C, let alone grade A.

However, the school will not give no money in this case, as that would seem too discriminatory.

Therefore, for students like Li Changhe who come from a well-off family, the school will give them an appropriate living allowance, a symbolic amount of five yuan.

In other words, Li Changhe, a college student, can only earn five yuan per month at Peking University.

But apart from that, Li Changhe found that the other treatment at Peking University was quite good.

For example, his food quota was 45 kilograms per month, with more fine grains and less coarse grains, which was quite acceptable in that era.

The most important thing is that we get meat tickets every day so we can eat meat, which is definitely a high treatment in that era.

"Huh? Are you married? Didn't your college entrance examination information say you were unmarried?"

At this time, Dong Wenjun looked at Li Changhe's current household registration information and asked Li Changhe in surprise.

Li Changhe nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, teacher. I was unmarried before the college entrance examination. I got the marriage certificate with my partner after the exam."

"There shouldn't be any restrictions in our school."

Dong Wenjun shook his head: "There is no restriction on this. I will just ask if the information doesn't match. But this is only for boys."

"Generally speaking, if female students fill in the "married" information before applying for the exam, we will not recruit them."

Yes, the state stipulates that married young people can also take the college entrance examination, but universities also have the right to choose and not recruit married girls.

After listening to this, Li Changhe couldn't help but sigh that it seemed that the teacher had shown mercy to his sister, allowing her to enter the Industrial College.

However, if this statement was made forty years later, it would be considered sexism and would be ridiculed by boxers.

"Your dormitory is in Building 37, Room 213. Come on, I'll take you there!"

After Li Changhe finished filling out the form, Dong Wenjun stood up and said with a smile.

　Thanks to book friend 20200625182322683 for the reward, I bow in gratitude!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)