Sumu wood in the quadrangle welcomes spring

During the Chinese New Year, Su Mu ate dumplings.

Filled with cabbage oil residue.

Although there are only four, it is still a heartfelt one.

The next day I had gastrointestinal discomfort and constant diarrhea.

Su Shengli laughed at Su Mu's unenjoyable life.

Su Chuanjun didn't take it seriously and explained to Su Mu that it would be like this if he didn't eat greasy food for a long time and suddenly ate a meal with too much oil and water.

A carpenter who uses Chinese medicine as his name talks about the relationship between the intestines and stomach and oil stains with Sumu, whose ancestor is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner...

You know, Su Mu, who has a lot of money, eats a lot of fat and meat outside.

I thought I was eating a few New Year dumplings out of kindness.

Unexpectedly, I was treating myself as a trash can.

It's a pity to throw away, so waste should be reused.

Su Mu endured it.

After all, within two days, Su Chuanjun and Su Shengli also had bad food.

The vomiting and diarrhea are much more severe than those of hematoxylin.

If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Bei couldn't live without Su Cao's care at a young age, Su Mu calculated with his fingers that this cowardly woman would have suffered from mild food poisoning.

Su Chuanjun also went to the alley entrance to find a supply and marketing cooperative to discuss whether the loose wine was of poor quality.

Finally returned disappointed.

When confronting Su Mu, Su Chuanjun had a psychological advantage. He was the father, so he had to listen to what Su Mu said and endure the beatings.

The marketing cooperative is not his son, so I won't tolerate him.

End of March.

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the streets, alleys, and yards are full of life everywhere.

The spring rain was pouring, which was a good thing. But because Chen Liu accidentally fell down, she and the Su family were in trouble again.

Sumu's simple den was built against the north wall of the east wing with a half-gable roof.

When it rains, the rainwater slides off the wooden planks, forming small puddles on the ground.

Chen Guorong's house is the east door of the hall, and a lot of sundries are piled up in the side room.

Mrs. Chen Liu slipped on a puddle when she went to get something from the ear room.

Dropped the base of his tail.

Maybe he fell hard and got angry, so he knocked over Su Mu's small wooden door.

The dispute between the two families began.

The Su family asked the Chen family to compensate the wooden door and then apologize. The three members of the Chen family went to the battle together, paying for lost work and medical expenses...

When disputes and conflicts arise between neighbors, the three uncles have their work cut out for them.

Logically speaking, the two families should be called together first to mediate.

But the second uncle, Liu Haizhong, was addicted to officialdom and had to go to the pole to organize the whole hospital meeting.

The three uncles cannot tear each other down no matter what.

As a result, the first general meeting of the courtyard in 1959 was officially held.

The weather has cleared up, the rain has stopped, and the old and young men in the courtyard feel that they are doing well again.

A square table was set up in the front yard, and the first man, Yi Zhonghai, sat in the middle with an enamel vat in front of him, quite like a leader.

On the left is the second uncle in the backyard. Both he and the first uncle are colleagues in the steel rolling mill. They are seventh-level blacksmiths and are also well-known core masters of the steel rolling mill.

On the right is Yan Bugui, the third uncle in the front yard, a teacher at the primary school affiliated with Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. He lives in the west wing, across from the Su family.

Su Mu had no idea that the door to his own den had been torn down, nor did he know that the legendary hospital-wide meeting was taking place, which he had not experienced before when he traveled halfway through.

Early in the morning he ran to the front door of the building.

There was a bartender over there who offered him a job.

The landlady was very generous, and the manager was also the one who used to carry sacks together. Maybe she asked him to take a trip to Niulan Mountain to take care of Su Mu.

Tricycles were also provided.

At this moment, Su Mu was riding a tricycle back.

The wine is all in the space, so it’s easier to drive back and forth empty and put it in the car when you go into town.

If he knew that there was a hospital-wide meeting in the courtyard today, Su Mu would definitely be interested in watching the excitement.

The wine was delivered to the Qianmen Bistro, and the fee was paid in cash. It was very spacious.

But the proprietress is very busy at the moment. She is competing with the proprietress of a silk and satin shop in Dashanlan.

The whole city was searched for iron products and wanted to be donated to large-scale steel-making.

In full swing.

Su Mu was too embarrassed to participate.

This kind of positive and progressive thinking and the strong strength of selling iron to others...

Su Mu felt unworthy.

Return to the courtyard.

The hospital-wide meeting had long since dispersed, leaving no trace behind.

Su Mu only noticed the abnormality after seeing his greatly changed nest.

The roof was originally half gabled, but now it has a flat roof.

There are also two spliced ​​pieces of oilcloth on top.

It seems to be for waterproofing.

Can……

He was already quite short, and now he is even shorter than he looks like.

This time it was really worse than my own doghouse in the last life.

There is an obvious difference in the level of luxury. What I am talking about this time is mainly the height.

Not even as good as a dog.

I'm talking about sumu.

"What happened to my house?"

"The old Chen family thinks your roof is flooded. If dad hadn't argued the case, you would have paid the Chen family to go to the doctor..."

Su Shengli was sitting on the table in the main room drinking a small drink.

He has a day off today, but Su Chuanjun is not at home at the moment.

"It's all the same, just make do with it, it's not much different."

Mr. Su Cao, are you talking human language?

Is she Su Mu’s biological mother?

Su Mu went for a walk and used two pieces of Cuban candy to reconstruct the truth from the mouth of Liu Guangtian, the second uncle's second son.

Old boy Chen Guorong, wait for me.

Su Mu lay on the bed, muttering bitterly.

Diarrhea is not enough to relieve worries, Su Mu wants to have a big job this time.

Chen Guorong is the administrator of the construction factory warehouse.

The warehouse he is responsible for is full of wood to be processed.

This is also the reason why Chen Guorong complained when Su Chuanjun brought back a piece of wood.

There must not be enough in the warehouse. Find a scapegoat.

Su Chuanjun had no background, and he knew everything about him when he lived in the same courtyard. Chen Guorong did not dare to touch others, so he had no choice but to attack Su Chuanjun.

Fortunately, the leaders in the factory were very clear-minded and turned a blind eye, only giving Su Chuanjun a small punishment.

Only this time, his mother-in-law provoked Su Mu.

One is open and hanging.

Isn't this a coincidence?

……

A military factory station far away in Liaoning.

A group of leaders from Beijing are visiting the processing workshop.

"Oh? You said you have a warehouse manager here who participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea?"

Several leaders were withdrawn from North Korea in batches last year. They were both admiring and curious about this soldier who sealed up his glory in peacetime and was willing to work as a warehouse manager.

"Let's go over and have a look."

There are guard halls in the warehouses of military factories.

There was a middle-aged man with gray hair sitting upright and his eyes bright.

"Su Chuanbai, good guy, you are still alive..."

Su Chuanbai, a blasting hero with the First Class Merit Medal.

He was injured many times and could not get out of the firing line. When he was finally dug out of the tunnel by his comrades, he was already covered in wounds and unconscious.

Because of the serious injury and the accumulation of old injuries, Su Chuanbai was sent back to China for treatment.

After returning to China, the communication tools were incomplete, and he moved around many times due to medical treatment. After he recovered from the sanatorium, he had long lost contact with his former comrades.

Because Su Chuanbai was unconscious on the battlefield at that time, his comrades thought he had died...

When he was working as a warehouse keeper in a military factory, he never talked about his illustrious military exploits, only that he was a volunteer soldier.

If it weren't for the fact that several leaders had just returned from the Korean battlefield this time and wanted to see him, and one of his old squad leaders happened to be among them, they might have missed it.