Siheyuan: Separate from the beginning and live with my sister

Li Huaide glanced at He Lin, meaning, what are you trying to do to me again, kid?

"Brother Li, this Brother Yang used to be the Public Security Department Director of the Coal Province, but he retired two years ago. Don't worry too much about him."

The jaws of the people nearby almost dropped to the ground. How could they just ignore this department-level cadre? Even if he retired, he was not something that ordinary people could easily touch.

You are so good, kid. It hasn't been two days since you came to Pingcheng, but you have already made friends with such a powerful person and become sworn brothers with him. You are really gifted.

Li Huaide looked at the fruits, biscuits and other things that He Lin was preparing. It seemed a bit shallow of you to not tell them in advance and ask them to prepare something as well.

Before He Lin knocked on the door, Yang Zhihua came out of the room. He must have been waiting for him.

"Oh, my dear brother He, you finally came. I was afraid that you would flee from the battlefield. If that happened, I would chase you to the city."

An old comrade in his fifties or sixties called He Lin "brother" and "boy".

Comrades Li Huaide and Li Jinshan were both shocked.

"You are Brother He's colleagues, right? You have come all the way from the Forty-Nine City, and you are all guests. Please come in quickly."

"We are all family, Brother Yang, you don't have to be so polite."

The guests followed the host's wishes, and He Lin and his group sat down separately in front of the table arranged by Lao Yang.

Yang Zhihua's wife died early, and now there are only him and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old grandson named Yang Hao at home.

The little guy was clever and eccentric, and had been staring at He Lin since he came in.

"Brother He, my grandfather said you know Kung Fu, and it's amazing. Can you show it to me?"

"Why call him uncle? He is your grandfather's sworn brother. You should call him Grandpa He."

He Lin felt a chill. This Old Yang was too serious.

"Hey, Brother Yang, we are like-minded and have become friends regardless of age difference. We can't use common sense to take it away. Xiaohao and I are talking alone. Let's talk alone."

"Okay, then you two can discuss this separately. But you've taken advantage of me today, so you have to wash the dishes today."

Yang Hao ignored his grandfather's words, responded with a few words, and then chased He Lin to show off his kung fu.

"What's wrong young man, are you interested in martial arts?"

"I am interested in martial arts, but it has to be real kung fu, not just fancy moves."

As he spoke, Yang Hao rolled his eyes at He Lin provocatively.

"Okay kid, that's interesting."

He Lin picked up a walnut from the plate, placed it carelessly on the table, and then he gathered all his strength and slapped it.

With a snap, the walnuts on the table broke into pieces.

Everyone present was extremely surprised. Li Jinshan also picked up a walnut and tested its strength. It was extremely hard and he felt that he would not be able to crack it open.

"That's amazing, Brother He, you are really good at this. If I can learn it, I will beat those guys who don't accept it to death. I, Xiao Haozi, want to take you as my master. Please agree."

My goodness, He Linxin said that I was just hitting walnuts, but you were going to hit people, so I can't agree to your request easily.

"Martial arts require inheritance of lineages, and there are many ways to become a disciple. You can't just say that and we can agree to it. Xiaohao, stop talking nonsense to your big brother He, and go over and help serve the dishes."

He Lin was a little confused when he heard Yang Zhihua calling him brother and asking his grandson to call him "Brother He". Although they were different, there was too much of a generation gap between them.

Speaking of Yang Zhihua, He Lin felt that he was similar to Yang Zhenzhong. Although he was not a naughty boy, when it came to martial arts, he was even more naughty than the old naughty boy.

He Lin was a little puzzled as to how he got along with others. All the old men with the surname Yang loved to play so much.

Yang Zhihua specially invited a master chef to come to his house to cook today. As soon as the dishes were served, it was obvious that a lot of effort was put into them. Although not as good as the top restaurants in the city, they were much better than those in ordinary restaurants.

When they arrived at Xinghua Village, Yang Zhihua naturally prepared Fenjiu, which had won an award at the Panama World Exposition. It also had a lingering fragrance and a long aftertaste.

It was the first time that Li Huaide and others met Yang Zhihua. He Lin introduced them to each other, but Comrade Yang's attention was obviously on He Lin. The reason he invited his colleagues was to fulfill the courtesy of the host.

During the dinner, either Old Yang chased He Lin to discuss the origins of his martial arts, or Little Yang stuck to He Lin and wanted to become his disciple.

Li Huaide and his companions had a peaceful meal, which was also the best meal they had had in these few days in Pingcheng.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit suddenly came outside the house and apologized repeatedly as soon as he entered the door.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I was delayed by something on the way. Please forgive me."

Yang Zhihua glanced at the person who came and confronted him with a bad look.

"I asked you to come and entertain the guests, but you are so elusive. What are you doing here now? Just wait and wash the dishes."

The visitor sat at the table with an awkward look on his face.

Old Yang introduced that this was his son, Yang Xiaojun, Xiao Haozi's father.

Yang Xiaojun raised his glass and prepared to punish himself first, but Li Huaide couldn't sit still anymore.

"Director Yang, you don't have to punish yourself. We were the ones who were rude today. Let's drink together."

As he spoke, Li Huaide winked at He Lin. How could He Lin not understand what was going on? Could this guy be the mine manager of the coal mine?

"How come, sir, do you recognize me?"

"Hey, you are a forgetful person. I visited you in your office this morning."

"Oh, oh, I remember now. You are the deputy director of the Sijiucheng Steel Rolling Mill, right? Oh, sorry. Welcome, welcome."

Li Huaide was being polite to Yang Xiaojun, but Old Yang was unhappy.

"Everyone, sit down. Don't bring your work's troubles home. I asked you to come here today to meet a master, my new sworn brother He Lin. According to seniority, you should call him uncle, but we martial artists don't follow common sense. You can talk about your own things and call each other comrades."

Yang Xiaojun quickly said yes, his father always had the final say at home and would not allow him to bargain any more.

"I've heard from Director Li. Thank you, Comrade He Lin. If you hadn't been there, something terrible would have happened. Even my father might have been in danger. I can't thank you enough for your kindness. Our relationship is all about drinking."

After saying that, Yang Xiaojun drank three cups in a row, and He Lin quickly followed suit with three cups.

A thousand cups of wine are less than a confidant.

Once the topic was brought up, people started to drink more. Plus, everyone at the steel mill had something on their minds, so they naturally didn't refuse. As they talked back and forth, they ended up drinking too much.