Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"There are three more people, all from our street. I'll give you the name list, please submit it when you have time. I will apply for teaching tomorrow, and I will go alone to the Third Front. Going there will allow me to avoid their sight in Beijing, and it will also increase my political capital," said Yan Bugui.

"You are not a fox either? Then who is the fox?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"I don't know who Fox is. I only know that there is such a person as Fox. And he hasn't issued any orders since liberation. Our group is the Fox Group. I suspect that he is the deaf old lady in our hospital. How mysterious is she? And she has a radio and a pistol at home. People like us can't access such advanced things," said Yan Bugui.

"A deaf old lady?" Zhang Dabao naturally knew it wasn't her. The radio, gold, pistol and other things in her house were all put there by herself.

Who the fox is is still a mystery. Zhang Dabao received several names written by Yan Bugui, but he didn't recognize them. He just had to find an opportunity to give them to Cao Lianbiao.

Yan Bugui returned to the front yard from the backyard and felt much better. After lunch, he came to the school and applied to the school leaders for the opportunity to teach in remote areas.

"Old Yan, are you sick? Are you delirious due to fever?" asked the principal.

"Principal, I am in good health now. I have been reflecting since the Spring Festival, and I feel that my life has been too boring over the years. I recently read the book "How the Steel Was Tempered", and Paul in the book told me that we should use our limited lives to do something more meaningful. I want to go to the third-line to teach. Now the national third-level construction is in full swing. The location there is remote, the teaching staff is weak, and the Education Bureau has been mobilizing everyone to sign up. Our school has not signed up yet. I am 48 years old this year. Compared with those younger teachers, I may be more suitable to go. I am willing to do my little bit of strength. Principal, I can contribute to the country for another 12 years, and I will come back when I am 60 years old," said Yan Bugui.

The principal was a little confused after hearing what Yan Bugui said. He understood Yan Bugui very well. Yan Bugui was a person who would not do anything without profit. He had collected all the old papers in the school in the name of setting them on fire and writing the word "Safety" on them, and sold them to the recycling station. How could a person who would not let go of a few cents be willing to make a contribution?

"Old Yan, have you encountered any problems? Tell us and we can solve it together. There is no hurdle that cannot be overcome," the principal advised him again.

"Principal, I know that I have left a bad impression on everyone. I know that I am stingy and calculating. But this is a decision I made after careful consideration. Why did there come such a change? Maybe it's what Buddhists call realm. I feel like I have reached a new realm," said Yan Bugui.

"Old Yan, when you haven't seen each other for three days, you should look at him with new eyes. We haven't seen each other for all morning, are you hiding something from me? I'll ask you one last time, if you really have this idea, I will report it, our district is in need of such talents. But after reporting it, there is no turning back. If you want to regret it, you will be deceiving the organization. Think about it carefully." The principal asked Yan Bugui again and got an affirmative answer again.

"Yan Bugui, you're really great. I underestimated you and looked down on you. I want to say sorry to you here. I will report it this afternoon. After the district sets the time for your departure, our school will hold a farewell party for you. The school will provide you with bedding, meals, towels and other things," said the principal excitedly.

The district had this policy in place, and had been urging teachers to sign up, but when everyone heard about the third-tier cities, they were not very enthusiastic about signing up. It has been almost a month since the notice was issued, and no one has signed up yet. Every time I go to a meeting, the leaders will criticize me. Fortunately, Yan Bugui signed up today. The principal didn't expect to complete the task assigned by the superiors in this way. How could he not be excited?

The news that Yan Bugui had applied to go to the third level spread like wildfire, and by the time people got off work in the afternoon, the news had become a household name throughout Hongxing Street.

"Old Yan, tell me the truth, have you attracted something? I will go to Grandma Li with you now and ask her to call you. No matter what kind of ghost is possessed, she can solve it all. Her magic power is very high now." Yang Ruihua simply could not understand Yan Bugui's behavior.

"Lao Yang, I am very normal now. I am reading a book now, and Paul in the book said, "A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed of being mediocre. I want to do something meaningful now and make a contribution to the country's education cause," said Yan Bugui.

"Jie Kuang, go and call Grandma Li. Your father is very ill and has become confused. What the hell is Paul?" Yang Ruihua said to his youngest son.

"I'm not sick. I feel very energetic now. Lao Yang, send a message to Yan Jiefang tomorrow and ask him to come home so I can tell him about things at home." Yan Bugui stopped Yan Jiekuang.

"Mom, I feel my dad is right. People should do something meaningful. He used to calculate every day like that. He didn't have any integrity of a teacher at all. What he is like now is the character that a teacher should have. How noble and great," said Yan Jiekuang.

"Third brother is right. I have always had some misunderstandings about dad. I didn't expect that dad's ambitions are so lofty and great. Dad, I will give you the pocket money I have saved. When you get there, you can buy some food to replenish your body. Don't be stingy about food. If you keep your body healthy, you can make more contributions to the country," Yan Jiedi also said.

"You are all good kids, but you should keep your pocket money. Dad has a salary." Yan Bugui had never been admired by his son before. This was the first time, and he felt particularly good.

Everyone in the Zhang family came after get off work. The entire backyard of No. 95 Courtyard was bustling with activity. The adults were talking, the children were playing, and there were a few particularly small ones crying. He Yuzhu and Jia Dongxu were busy cooking.

"What? Old Yan is going to the third front? Is he stupid? Has his brain been hit by someone?" Zhang Cuihua didn't believe it when she heard the news.

"What are you talking about? Isn't it normal that Old Yan is willing to make some contributions to the country?" Zhang Dabao said to Zhang Cuihua.

"Da Biao, we know Old Yan too well. He made a contribution? Impossible, absolutely impossible. He is a man who will suffer a great loss if he can't pick up anything when he goes out. Even if a manure truck passes by him, he will taste it to see how salty it is. He made a contribution? What a joke!" Zhang Cuihua simply didn't believe it.