Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

"Probably not. If they want to hate someone, they would hate me for leaving without saying goodbye. I hope my parents can understand.

But after we go there, can your father really promote us to deputy section level?

At the beginning, Zhao Shanhe from our courtyard skipped the tenth level and was promoted to the deputy department. It still feels a little unreal now. "

"Guangqi, don't worry. There is a particular shortage of intellectuals in the northwest right now. You and I both graduated from technical secondary schools. If you go there, you will definitely be promoted to leaders."

Liu Guangqi walked to the gate of the courtyard, found the key to the gate under the flowerpot on the windowsill of Old Yan's house, secretly opened the gate and slipped out.

Before the two of them walked out about 100 meters, they ran into a man head-on. Although the man was wearing a hat, Guangqi's wife could still recognize his identity at a glance.

"Guangqi, isn't that the chef who cooked for us during the day? I remember he was from your yard. What's his name?"

Liu Guangqi saw the person getting closer and closer but didn't answer her. He lowered his head and walked towards the person.

He walked about a hundred meters further, looked back to see that the other party had not followed him, and then said to his wife.

"That person is He Daqing. You guessed it right. He is the chef who cooked for us during the day. What he does is none of our business. We should hurry up or we will miss the bus."

When He Daqing saw Liu Guangqi and his wife, he paused, but he couldn't turn around and walk back, as that would make him seem guilty.

However, when he saw the young couple carrying lots of bags and a radio in the car, he realized that they were going to elope. He thought, as long as it didn't affect his own business, then whatever happened, fine.

Anyway, it’s just a joke of the Liu family. What does it have to do with me?

When daybreak came, the noise brought people in the yard together in the backyard again.

"Have you heard? The eldest son of Liu Haizhong's family and his wife ran away."

"What do you mean by running away? Kang Zekai, please explain clearly. Don't be so unclear as to make everyone anxious."

"Oh, I just came here, and I heard from Uncle Li that Liu Guangqi and his new wife eloped overnight, and all the valuables in the room were taken away.

You said the eldest uncle was the same, he left all the good things to his eldest son, now all he has left is debts."

"I've known for a long time that Liu Haizhong is not a good person. He beats his children all day long. Guangtian ran away, and Guangqi eloped with his wife. Only Guangfu is left. Let's see if they will beat their children again this time."

"Silly Zhu, please be more careful with your words. Didn't you see that the old man fainted from anger?"

Zhao Shanhe came over from the front yard, took a look and turned away. This was all retribution, just like what was shown in the TV series, where in the end no one was willing to take care of Old Liu in his old age. It was all his own fault.

After being spread among the neighbors for a few days, the story gradually died down. After all, one cannot rely on gossip to make a living. Those who need to go to work still need to go to work, and those who need to go to school still need to go to school.

However, Liu Haizhong was obviously traumatized by this incident and his left leg felt a little weak. No one else paid attention to it, but Zhao Shanhe knew that this was a precursor to cerebral thrombosis. If there was any other major stimulation, Lao Liu might also be out.

Although the steel mill was in chaos for a while after the new leadership team took office, Li Huaide still had certain abilities and he got rid of the troublemakers in just a few months. In this way, it came to September of 61.

Although this year is also a year of great disasters, it really has little to do with North China.

In early spring, there was a certain degree of drought in most parts of North China, western Northeast China, and northern Shandong. After the summer began, it began to rain. This time it was the turn of southern Henan, northern Hubei, northern Guizhou, southeastern Sichuan, and parts of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River to experience drought.

Sijiu City has ushered in a rare harvest season. Just after the beginning of September, Gao Daquan from Xiangfang Village came to visit Zhao Shanhe with some things.

It happened that Zhao Shanhe was on shift that day, and Gao Daquan spoke directly when he saw Zhao Shanhe.

"Brother, the village chief wants you to come to our village no matter what. On the one hand, we want to thank you for saving the lives of all our villagers, and on the other hand, we have some good things in the village that we want to give to you.

This is the grain that the village has just harvested. Although it is not as good as the ones you gave me, it is a small token of our appreciation. "

Zhao Shanhe was not polite either. The more polite you are to your rural friends, the more people will think that you look down on them.

Opening the grain bag handed over by Gao Daquan, there was fine white flour in it. Although it was not much, it was a heavy token of the thoughtfulness.

"Gao Daquan, I'll take the food, but forget about the rest.

I helped your village because your village helped me. It is said that courtesy should be reciprocated. If we talk about other things, it will hurt feelings."

Gao Daquan chuckled twice, moved his stool forward to be closer to Zhao Shanhe and said.

“When I came here, the village chief said that you must have everything you need and you will not take anything from our village.

But this time is different. An old lady in the village passed away in the early summer. Before she left, she specifically told the village chief to give you some of her ancestral items.

I heard that people who used to live a good life came here several times just for these things. The village chief was afraid that I might have lost them on the way, otherwise I would have brought them here.”

Zhao Shanhe's heart moved. If it was money or gold bars, he really wouldn't care. But it was something passed down from an old lady's ancestors, and it had been searched by the Japanese. That was something special.

Thinking of this, he nodded and replied.

"Okay, now that you've said this, I have to go over and take a look even for the sake of the old lady's kindness.

I'll push the cart, and we can go faster by riding our bikes."

Although Zhao Shanhe hated this bumpy road every time he went to Xiangfang Village, he still had to walk on this broken road.

By the time they arrived at Xiangfang Village, not only was his butt numb, but Gao Daquan also felt that taking the car was worse than walking.

After the two arrived at the village chief's house, the village chief greeted them with a smile.

"Comrade Zhao Shanhe, we are the great benefactor of Xiangfang Village. We have finally invited you here."

Zhao Shanhe waved his hand quickly and replied.

"Old Secretary, you are a benefactor. The wild boars you sold to me helped me a lot. All this is just my return."

“Let’s put things in perspective. If it weren’t for your batch of grain, there wouldn’t be many people who would have starved to death in our village. The most amazing thing is that you sent the grain to me without asking for money. You should know that I had no other options at the time and could only let Daquan go to your place to try.

I didn't expect you to be so generous.

Come on, let’s go inside and talk.”

After entering the house, the old secretary didn't waste time talking to Zhao Shanhe. After a few words, he talked about the old lady.

"She is the oldest lady in our village. When the Japanese invaders came to raid our village, it was she who hid the villagers. Otherwise, Xiangfang Village would have been gone long ago.

She left a few things for you, saying that they were to repay your kindness to Fangcun. I don’t quite understand those things, but judging from her intentions, they should be of some help to you.”