The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

Several technical leaders were taken away by Leader Xu, and it is unknown where they were diverted.

The remaining people continued to work, but the content of work was changed to studying the Little Red Book and Selected Works of Mao Zedong.

Slowly, employees assigned to the two factories returned to their own factories to organize their studies separately.

The stationmaster of the substation is a veteran named Hou Ning. He has a good relationship with Uncle Song and they often get together to drink and chat.

The organization studied the Little Red Book and Mao Zedong Xuan most vigorously.

As time goes by, even the dullest people understand the seriousness of the problem.

Since February, all kinds of news have been flying all over the sky, making everyone feel insecure, but some people are getting excited.

Yan Jiecheng, Liu Guangtian, and Liu Guangfu were the most active in the courtyard. They became the heads of the machinery factory and began to show off their power in the courtyard.

In August 1966, the east wing of the backyard.

"Mom, we are exhausted today. We have a meeting later. Please scramble an egg for us."

The second aunt looked at her bangs sitting at the dinner table and listened to the radio. Seeing that the head of the house had no objection, she started to make plans.

Soon, a plate of scrambled eggs and a plate of shredded potatoes were brought to the table.

The family started to eat, Liu Haizhong lowered his head to drink, and his two sons began to eat eggs. Even when Liu Haizhong raised his head and glared at the two of them, they ignored him.

The two elders raised their heads and looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces.

There is nothing they can do against these two sons. The other party is the head of the factory revolutionary committee.

"Brother, Li Yuan in our front yard is in very good condition. He must be a capitalist, right?"

"Almost the same," Liu Guangtian nodded.

"You two little kings...little...boys, please pay attention, Li Yuan's foundation is very deep, be careful of backlash," Liu Haizhong had to remind his two sons.

"Hey, the higher the status, the greater the credit. Brother, why don't we bring people to raid his house tomorrow?"

"Guangtian and Guangfu both belong to the same compound. They can't do things regardless of their feelings. Besides, during those difficult years, they helped many people in the compound." The second aunt couldn't stand it either.

"You don't understand. Now the proletariat is in charge again, and the bourgeoisie who exploited us will be overthrown," Liu Guangtian retorted, tapping the table with his chopsticks.

"However, it's better to be careful. We can arrange for people to investigate him. As long as he is a counter-revolutionary, we will be done with him by then."

Liu Haizhong wanted to say something, but his two sons had put down their chopsticks and turned to leave. He opened his mouth, but still nothing came out.

When they went out, the two boys from the Liu family stared at the east wing of the front yard for a few times.

At Jiaodaokou Maintenance Factory, Yan Jiefang came to Li Yuan's side during lunch.

"Brother, please be careful these days. The two Liu brothers seem to be targeting you."

After all, they are brothers. He did not mention his eldest brother Yan Jiecheng.

Li Yuan smiled disdainfully, "Don't worry, our factory has been mobilized a long time ago. Isn't it time for everyone to deepen their understanding of the proletarian revolution?"

In the afternoon, he didn't dare to be careless. He found Uncle Song and briefly explained the situation.

"One more simple thing. Our factory belongs to Jiaodaokou Street. You can go to Street Director Wang and ask for the title of Director of the Revolutionary Committee."

"Hey, a family has a treasure, just like an old man." After saying this, he threw an oil paper bag and walked out of the concierge.

Uncle Song curiously opened a corner of the oil paper bag, looked down, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Inside is half a roast chicken.

Li Yuan rode his bicycle and rushed to the street. The streets were surrounded by various large-character posters and the walls were covered with various flags.

"Aunt Wang, your place has been so lively recently!"

"You kid, you don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Li Yuan laughed happily without teasing Menzi, "Aunt Wang, your streets are in turmoil, and our subordinate enterprise must also follow suit."

Director Wang's face immediately turned serious, "You are not helping the military, so why are you here?"

"Aunt Wang, to be honest with you, the people who care about us have all gone south to study. Now we only have one husband's family in the street."

"Hey, although I don't know what you are doing, I know that what you are doing must be very important. Since the current situation has changed, don't worry, I will give you a name here."

Li Yuan repeatedly raised his hand, "It has to be you!"

"Your factory should also be reorganized as soon as possible. First, respond to the call from above and start a mass movement."

"Okay, I'll go back and get it right away."

"You can just become the director directly. Now your level is higher than mine."

"How can I do that? It's a false position."

"It doesn't matter, they are all directors anyway. Remember to get two or three deputy directors."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. What do you think of Yan Jiefang and Liang Zhixiang?"

"Well, I think it's okay. You write a report first and we'll have a meeting."

"Thank you for your trouble!".

When he returned to the unit, he felt relieved.

"Liberation, go hang this on the honor wall in the factory conference room."

"Okay!" Yan Jiefang took the banner that shocked him many times and led others to hang it respectfully on the wall of honor in the conference room.

Now the main business of the repair shop is the production of PCB boards. The first thing in the morning is to organize and study the Little Red Book.

Then product production started, and the entire factory was so standardized that no one could fault it.

The current director of the Revolutionary Committee of the Fifth Machinery Factory in Kyoto is Gao Dayong, and Lu Xingyu has been demoted to deputy director, responsible for production.

Gao Dayong found Yan Jiecheng, the team leader of the picket team that day.

"How is Li Yuan doing now?"

He had always wanted to be reused, but after meeting Gao Dayong, he became extremely excited.

"Director, this guy Li Yuan has been going to and from get off work normally without any special behavior.

However, the conditions at his home have always been very good, which is unique in our courtyard.

My brother works in their factory and is a small workshop director.

According to what he came back to say, they are still producing.”

"Hey, it's time to meet this old friend." Gao Dayong's eyes were fierce.

A few days later, the approval was issued, and the maintenance plant remained at the division level. Li Yuan was appointed director of the Revolutionary Committee, and Liang Zhixiang and Yan Jiefang were appointed deputy directors.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, a car stopped at the gate of the repair shop.

"Sorry, who are you looking for?" A young guard stopped the rider.

Gao Dayong stuck his head out of the car window and said, "New here, I am the original factory director here. I came here to see your factory director today. Please give me a report."

Seeing that he spoke politely, the guard also asked politely: "What's your surname?"

"Gao Dayong"

"Please wait!".

He spoke to another guard, came to the concierge, "Uncle Song," and then picked up the internal phone.

"Director Li, a man named Gao Dayong is looking for you."

Li Yuan was silent for a moment and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go down right away."

He walked out of the concierge and said to Gao Dayong: "Wait a moment, the factory director will be down soon."

Gao Dayong smiled and thanked him, got off the car and stood at the door, took out his cigarette and lit it, looking at the office building.

Soon, a familiar, young and excessive man appeared in his field of vision.

He threw the cigarette on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, and waved to Li Yuan with a smile.