The story of the house

Speaking of the story of the house, I think many people will be like me, with mixed tastes, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy in it.

When I was young, I lived with my parents and didn't know what was going on in the house. Anyway, I think that when I remember, this house is my home. Having mom and dad's house is where I was born.

The first time I left the house called home was in 1968. When I went to the remote countryside, I lived in the homes of poor and lower-middle peasants. It was an adobe house, that is, it was made of adobe, and then the adobe was built into a wall, and the cover was put on, and the grass was laid, and the house was built. Inside and outside the house are earthen walls, all of which are earthy colors. At that time, the countryside was very poor, and most people lived in this kind of earthen house. When we first arrived in the countryside, the small mountain village, which was almost isolated from the outside world, did not have electricity. As soon as it got dark, the kerosene lamp was lit. After a while under the lamp, the nostrils were blackened.

Later, after leaving that small mountain village, I went to college, went to the army, lived in a collective dormitory, what the house looked like, often changed, always felt that the place to live was a place to live, a place to leave at any time.

I really had to face the house problem seriously, that is, after returning from the army to the factory.

The male eldest is married. When I reached the age of starting a family, I suddenly found that I didn't have a house of my own, and I instantly felt a feeling of collapse.

In those days, houses were allotted by the public. The parents' house was allocated in units. And our children just live by the light. Those of us who have just entered the unit to work, in the unit, due to the short working hours, are not eligible to participate in the sub-house. However, young people have reached the age of marriage and children and starting a family. What to do? Saddened to death. There is no way out of the sky. The Chinese people are extremely capable of survival. In the face of difficulties, they were eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own miraculous powers. Some have developed forward and backward on the basis of the original houses - using bricks and tiles obtained through various channels to build a door bucket to expand the space of the original house; some have developed upwards and even built two floors; others have dug three feet into the ground and built a basement. In order to expand their living space, people can be said to do everything to the extreme.

And I, like most people, spent the initial stage of my life in such a so-called house. In that kind of house, it's too cold to stretch out in the winter, the water in the washbasin can be frozen with towels, and the summer heat is so hot that you can't sleep all night. Later, after working for several years, I was qualified to participate in the unit house division, and I began to sign up for the "seniority ranking" house division movement.

At that time, people were really red-eyed in order to get a house. In order to get a house, people will also exhaust all kinds of means to improve their score of the house. Because the higher the score, there is hope to get a house. Some people will engage in all kinds of small actions. For example, obviously there was still a place to live, and when it was close to dividing the house, it was easy to move into a small partial building, so that people felt that the housing was too difficult, and the house should be divided first. Some people will cheat on the conditions related to the score of the room, such as working age, work experience, and academic qualifications. Others are even more unscrupulous, simply moving the luggage, pots and pans to the factory and finding a place to live - the purpose is to let your leaders know that I have no house to live in, and that I must have my share... For a time, the whole factory, up and down, the division of the house became an overriding event.

Finally, one day, the daughter-in-law of many years became a wife. I was also assigned a house allocated by the factory. At that time, by now, the time should be almost forty years. I still vividly remember what the house looked like at that time. According to the teacher, it was a labor shed built during the Japanese and pseudo-Japanese periods, and later repaired several times and turned into rows of red brick houses. Although the house is not large and the facilities are simple, it is its own space. Although the house was simple, at that time people were satisfied, carefree and very happy. Whoever has a broken door or window, whose roof is leaking, just talk to the real estate in the factory, even if it is repaired. It won't be long before it comes to the door for repairs. And people in the house, every month only deduct a piece of octagon in the salary, that is, rent and utility bills. After a few years like this, people can live and work in peace and contentment. As your seniority increases, your qualifications add to your chips for a bigger, better house. After several rounds of reincarnation, I finally lived in a building known as "two waters and two gases". Every month, the rent you should pay is still deducted from the salary. At that time, the rent, although the salary was not high, the rent money was still almost negligible.

In the 1990s, the reform of the housing system made people have to pay a huge sum of money at one time to "buy" the house you are living in now. I am puzzled by this. Day after day, year after year, I just don't want to buy this house. First, the house I live in, paying rent normally, why do I have to let the "tenant" become the "landlord"? However, now it seems that his ideas at that time were really childish and ridiculous, quite a bit of "mantis arm as a car", almost contemporary Don Quixote. Until the housing management department gave me an ultimatum, if I did not buy, it would greatly increase the rent. Speaking from the heart, I didn't have that huge amount of money at that time, and second, I felt that I wanted to buy the house I was living in, and I was unwilling. Buying and selling a house is an act of both parties, how can the buyer have no choice? Always feel a bit "strong buy strong sell", right? In the rough tide, I was a small drop of water, and in an instant, it disappeared without a trace. In desperation, I had to ask my relatives for loans, plus I saved my own clothes and food, saving money and thrift, and finally making up enough money for the house. On the day of the payment, I still remember clearly, I and my other half, wrapped in paper wrapped paper, wrapped in more than twenty bundles of 10 yuan that had just been proposed from the bank, with a military backpack, heavy packed a backpack, highly nervous to go to the housing reform department to pay this huge amount of money that I had been in contact with for the first time in my life. After handing over the money, my nose was sore and I almost shed tears. My mood at that time was overturned. There was a feeling of being robbed. Nothing has changed where I live and my money has been swept away! I even had a lot of foreign debt for this!

"The person who knows the times is Junjie". The trend of social development, the feelings of grass people like me, is completely negligible. By the 21st century, real estate was fully marketized. As long as you have money, you can buy the house you want. The house, the biggest consumer product in the minds of the Chinese people, has become a lifelong goal that many people have to strive for. In order to buy a house, desperately make money; in order to repay the mortgage, desperately make money; in order to renovate, or desperately make money! Buying a house, many people living in a building, the house is private property, and the infrastructure - water and electricity pipelines is for everyone to use. Your family changed like this, his family dressed like that, and in the end it was completely unrecognizable. It is not surprising that the controversies and controversies that have arisen as a result are not uncommon. I really don't know how to define the ownership of property rights in this kind of private household, the whole building has public facilities.

In recent years, it seems that policymakers have realized this problem, and the centralized transformation of old residential areas is to assume the responsibility for the maintenance and management of public facilities. Du Fu, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, "has tens of millions of mansions in Ande, sheltering the world and the cold and the people are happy", which is already a reality in today's society. But it is not easy to really let the residents live in peace, not to worry about the maintenance of the house, not to become the slave of the house, and to live in the tens of millions of rooms in Guangsha without worries!