Becoming a big boss in the courtyard starts with pork

"Zhang Xing?"

"You just transferred to another place!"

At the Hongxing Subdistrict Office, Director Wang looked at the file in her hand, and her cold face immediately showed a smile.

A 20-year-old young man was sitting opposite, looking at Director Wang's sudden amiability, still smiling.

What Zhang Xing didn't know was that Director Wang was feeling annoyed that his daughter had married too early.

His parents were anti-Japanese martyrs, and he himself was a hero in suppressing bandits. Director Wang really liked Zhang Xing more and more the more he looked at him.

"Comrade Zhang Xing, there happens to be a vacant house on our street. This house is specially prepared for you."

"Director Wang, you are the leader and the elder. Just call me Xiao Zhang."

Zhang Xing has always been "you respect me a foot and I respect you a foot", and he is also very polite to Director Wang.

After completing the corresponding procedures, Director Wang took Zhang Xing directly to see the house.

She introduced the situation of Hongxing Street in front, and Zhang Xing followed behind, looking at the houses and various pedestrians along the way.

Unexpectedly, I actually came to this era.

Zhang Xing has forgotten what happened. He only remembers that he worked overtime continuously because of the holiday and finally couldn't bear it and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was already lying on the hospital bed.

While he was wondering about the poor decoration and facilities of the ward, all kinds of confusing memories flooded into his brain.

His name is Zhang Xing. His parents died on the eve of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. During the war-torn years, Zhang Xing grew up smoothly relying on his parents' comrades.

And like his parents, he became a soldier who defended his family and country.

During a mission to suppress bandits in the mountainous area of ​​a border town, Zhang Xing was seriously injured in order to save his comrades.

"Director Wang, why are you free to come to our compound today?"

A voice suddenly sounded, breaking Zhang Xing's memory.

After hearing the news, Zhang Xing saw a middle-aged man wearing an undershirt smiling and saying hello to Director Wang.

How come you look familiar?

"Hey, isn't this the third uncle? He didn't go to class today."

After hearing Director Wang's words, Zhang Xing suddenly realized, isn't this Yan Bugui, the third uncle of Qinman Siheyuan?

"There are no classes in the afternoon, so I have time to pick up things at home."

"Who is this?"

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, looked at Zhang Xing behind Director Wang with a smile.

"This is Comrade Zhang Xing, who has just transferred from the army to our steel rolling mill."

"Xiao Zhang, this is the third uncle in your courtyard. He is a teacher at Hongxing Primary School. He is a learned man."

"Hello, third master."

Zhang Xing was a little surprised when he saw the third uncle Yan Bugui in front of him, but he still greeted him politely.

"Hello."

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, responded with a grin on his face. He was very pleased with Director Wang's introduction to him.

He just likes others to say that he is educated.

But something suddenly occurred to him, and his smile suddenly froze.

"Director Wang, you said 'the ones in our courtyard' are..."

"Didn't Technician Li's family move out of your backyard, so Xiao Zhang can make do with it?"

Director Wang said as he led Zhang Xing into the courtyard, completely ignoring the third uncle whose face had drooped.

After officially stepping into the courtyard, Zhang Xing was sure that he had arrived in the courtyard full of animals.

Zhang Xing has not watched the TV series, but he was already very angry when he saw some clips while watching short videos.

Because it was working time, there was no one in the yard.

"The people living in this courtyard are all from our Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. It's easy to help each other out no matter what happens on weekdays."

"If anything happens to you, Xiao Zhang, please go directly to the man in charge of your courtyard, who is Master Yi Zhonghai in the factory."

Director Wang spoke to Zhang Xing enthusiastically.

Zhang Xing listened and nodded with a smile on the surface, but he was already swearing a lot in his heart.

It's not directed at Director Wang, but he knows how crazy the beast in this courtyard is when it sucks blood.

Just as he was passing by the middle courtyard and heading to the backyard, Zhang Xing suddenly felt like someone was staring at him from behind.

Looking back, he saw the curtain in the corner of a window was opened, and a pair of eyes were staring at him fiercely.

Seeing Zhang Xing turn around, the curtain was immediately lowered.

"That's Jia Dongxu's family, also from the factory. He's Master Yi's apprentice."

Director Wang saw Zhang Xing looking back and told him.

After speaking, he whispered:

"They are the only two in the family, and Jia Dongxu is a good young man."

"That's fucking Jia Zhang, don't mess with her, she's just a shrew."

Zhang Xing curled his lips and nodded towards Director Wang.

He knew how disgusting Jia Zhang was.

Just listening to what Director Wang said, there are only two people in the Jia family, Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu.

No, according to the timeline, even though Jia Dongxu is not dead, he should be married and have children, right?

Then Qin Huairu...

Zhang Xing wanted to ask Director Wang, but he held back the words as soon as he reached his lips.

When I first started asking about other people’s wives, I always felt that something was wrong.

Somehow, Zhang Xing felt that this was different from the courtyard house he saw in later generations.

"Here, this is it."

"It's separated in the middle. It's two rooms, and there's a small kitchen built outside."

Zhang Xing followed Director Wang into the house.

It was empty inside, and there was only a dilapidated table in the outer room, with one corner padded with broken bricks.

There is not a single chair. I don’t know if the original owner moved it or if it was taken away by someone in the yard.

The back room was even more basic, with a bed and the wooden boards on it all scattered.

Zhang Xing felt like he didn't even have to lie down on it, as it would probably fall apart if he touched it with his hands.

"Ouch, what's going on?!"

Director Wang was also stunned when she saw the situation in the room. She had been here before.

The original owner was transferred out of town for work, and the furniture in the house there was all arranged. Besides, it was difficult to move the large pieces of furniture, so basically all the original furniture in the house remained.

If Director Wang hadn't taken a liking to Zhang Xing, this house would probably have been left to some related household.

Who would have thought that this house, which had not been seen for a few days, was immediately vacated.

"Xiaozhang, look at this..."

"There should be some old furniture in the street. I'll see if I can find someone to bring it to you this afternoon."

"Let's make do with it first, don't dislike it."

Director Wang was a little embarrassed.

In her opinion, Zhang Xing's parents were anti-Japanese heroes and he himself was a bandit-suppressing hero.

There is no reason or reason to let him live in this situation.

She estimated that the people in this courtyard moved away, but she didn't catch the current situation. With her understanding of the people in this courtyard, who would admit it.

"Thank you so much, Director Wang. How could I dislike it?"

"When I was fighting bandits in the mountains before, I always slept in dug holes. This shelter can be protected from wind and rain, and it also has a bed."

"I can actually wake up laughing when I sleep."

Zhang Xing still has a very deep memory of the time of suppressing bandits in his mind.

Hearing Zhang Xing say this, he looked at Zhang Xing's sunny smile.

Director Wang felt even worse and was about to leave immediately to pull furniture for Zhang Xing.

"Xiao Zhang, just wait, I'll come as soon as I can."

Seeing Director Wang leave quickly, Zhang Xing suddenly felt very grateful to this enthusiastic street director.

No matter which memory he had in his mind from the past or present life, he was alone most of the time.

Zhang Xing looked around at the house that was about to become his home, with a smile on his face.

No matter what, I have my own home in this world.

Just when Zhang Xing was thinking about how to clean the room, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Where are you from?!"