Rebirth 1981 starts with saving the sisters from the neighboring village.

Therefore, after they made up their minds to go out and try their luck, they came to listen to Peng Wanhua's opinion immediately.

"Okay, that's it, you go back." Peng Wanhua said.

"Okay brother, after we leave, two other reliable brothers will come to pick up our shift." With that, Wang Debiao ran to the door of the yard and waved to the two people not far away, signaling them to come over.

"Brother, this is Zhao Liangyou and this is Chen Guangcai. They are both reliable brothers who know everything." Wang Debiao pointed at the two of them.

Peng Wanhua raised his head and saw one of the slightly fat young men named Chen Guangcai, who had a bald head and was not afraid of the cold even in winter; the other was well-proportioned and clean-cut named Zhao Liangyou.

"Brother, Liangyou and Guangcai are from the army. If something happens, it's no problem for one of them to fight three or five." Wang Debiao took the initiative to introduce, "Both of them have a strong spirit and are willing to endure hardships."

The two of them shouted in unison: "Brother."

Peng Wanhua nodded.

After several people left the main room, Wang Debiao and Li Wei explained carefully to Zhao Liangyou before leaving.

Peng Wanhua sat on the stone table in the east of the courtyard and invited the two of them to drink tea.

Not long after I drank, I heard a knock on the door.

Zhao Liangyou ran over and opened the door.

A slim girl with slim skin and tender flesh stood at the door. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She asked playfully: "Who are you?"

Zhao Liangyou asked, "Who are you?"

"This is my home, who do you think I am?" the girl said, "By the way, why are you in my home?"

Monk Zhao Liangyou, Zhang Er, was confused and looked at Peng Wanhua not far away.

Peng Wanhua also heard the sound and came over: "Are you Old Man Guan's granddaughter?"

Seeing that she was in her teens and looked similar to what Old Man Guan had described before, Peng Wanhua suddenly remembered what Old Man Guan had explained before.

There is a granddaughter named Guan Xiaohui who is in the third year of high school in the next district. If his granddaughter comes back, let her go to Ya'er Alley to find him.

"Hmm, who are you?" Guan Xiaohui asked.

"I am the current owner of the house. Your grandfather has sold the yard to me and told me that if you come back to look for him, he will go to Ya'er Hutong to find him." Peng Wanhua said with a smile.

Guan Xiaohui said dubiously: "Really?"

Peng Wanhua asked her to wait and went to the room to take out the transfer certificate.

Looking at the white paper, black letters and red seal, Guan Xiaohui had to believe it.

My home is gone? A thought flashed through Guan Xiaohui's mind.

This dead old man!

It took a long time for her to calm down and start thinking about where to stay tonight.

Then he looked at the two big bags at his feet and said, "I finally moved here from the bus stop. What should I do?"

Peng Wanhua said: "Why don't you leave it here first and come back to pick it up after you find your grandfather?"

Guan Xiaohui was very dissatisfied and muttered: "You don't look like a gentleman at all. Don't you know if you can send it to me?"

"What did you say?" Peng Wanhua has very good ears, how could he not hear clearly?

To be honest, he has nothing to do with Guan Xiaohui, so why should he work as a coolie for her?

"It's okay. Please send me to my classmate." Guan Xiaohui pointed to the large courtyard at the bottom of the alley.

She has a classmate named Han Ying who lives in the Guan family compound.

Although the yard was returned, Old Man Guan probably knew that he couldn't get it back, so he didn't tell his granddaughter about it.

Peng Wanhua nodded, it wasn't far anyway, and asked Zhao Liangyou and the two of them to carry it and follow.

Several people walked through the gate and came to the front yard. The yard was originally quite large, but a shed was built privately, leaving only a two-person wide aisle.

If someone comes from the other side carrying something, you have to turn sideways to let them pass.

Go through the front yard and come to the middle yard.

The middle courtyard is not smaller than the front courtyard, but it also has some messy sheds, leaving only one aisle.

When they arrived at a house, the door was open. Han Ying and her parents were having dinner.

The room is divided into partitions and is about 20 square meters. The front is the main room and dining room, and the back is the bedroom. There is also a small single bed standing in the corner.

Like many families in Beijing at this time, housing resources are tight, and those who cannot be allocated housing can only rent a house. The same is true for Han Ying's family.

"Yingzi!" Guan Xiaohui shouted.

"Xiaohui, why are you here?" Han Ying said hello with a smile.

She knew that Guan Xiaohui had lived in a large courtyard with a single door before. She didn't understand why she dragged her luggage to her house instead of going home, and she was filled with doubts.

Guan Xiaohui said angrily: "It's not like that bad old man sold my house. Now I'm homeless." As she said that, she looked pitiful.

Peng Wanhua listened and almost laughed.

This girl doesn't know that this big yard belongs to her family, and the old man also has many yards in the city. It's a joke to say that she is homeless.

But seeing that old man Guan didn't say anything, Peng Wanhua didn't intend to say anything.

"Then you can rest here with me tonight and then go see your father tomorrow?" Han Ying asked, seeing that it was getting dark.

Guan Xiaohui glanced at Han Ying's parents on the table and saw that Han's mother also wanted to stay. After thinking about it, she agreed.

She and Han Ying have been on good terms since they were young.

"Thank you then!"

Now that the weather is cold, Guan Xiaohui doesn't want to bother with it at night and decides to go find the old man tomorrow.

Peng Wanhua glanced at Han Ying's parents and saw that her father was angry, but when he looked at her mother, she suddenly felt familiar.

He has a good memory, and generally everyone he meets will have some impression.

Peng Wanhua thought about it carefully and suddenly remembered that Han Ying's mother's name was Qin Wanqiu, and she was an Arabic teacher: "Hey, isn't this Teacher Qin?"

Qin Wanqiu is a dignified and intellectual beauty. Although she is over 30 years old, she gave birth to children early and took good care of herself. She doesn't even have crow's feet around her eyes.

The long straight black hair is simply tied back, and the lazy home style makes her figure more graceful.

In addition, her skin is fair and rosy, and she has a good attitude. When she and Han Ying stand together, they are like sisters.

Many boys in the school come to attend classes because of her reputation. It is not clear whether they are really attending classes or just to see beautiful women.

He went to class with Yu Dongfang at the time and once rubbed her in one of her classes.

However, unlike many people who listened to scriptures and joined in the fun, he had a foundation in Arabic in his previous life, so he could understand her lectures.

"Hey, who are you?" Qin Wanqiu also felt familiar.

After all, the students in that class were all young men of eighteen or nineteen, or at most 20 years old. Suddenly, a man in his 30s with an unshaven beard mixed in, which was very conspicuous.

At that time, she thought it was some new instructor who came to listen to his lectures.

After class, she went to the teaching office to ask, but she didn't find such a person at all.

She was still curious at that time, but now she feels a little impressed after seeing it.

"My name is Peng Wanhua. I am your student. I have attended one of your classes before." Peng Wanhua said.

"Oh~ I mean, you look familiar." Qin Wanqiu suddenly understood what was going on. "You haven't finished eating yet, why don't you come and eat together?" she invited warmly.

Peng Wanhua took another look at her man, who was a dark and thin man, and then glanced at Teacher Qin, thinking: Is this the legendary flower stuck in cow dung?

Fortunately, Han Ying inherited it from her mother, otherwise it would be impossible to watch.

Seeing that Han's father didn't say anything, Peng Wanhua couldn't agree, so he resisted and said, "No, we'll cook it too, so you can eat."