Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

Su Quanyou, also known as reporter Su, was so scared that tears came to his eyes.

Ever since the last incident, he was extremely terrified of Wang Bo and apologized obediently in the newspaper. Of course, the newspaper's leaders also gave him severe criticism and education.

As time went by, this matter gradually faded away, and Su Quanyou's fear of Wang Bo gradually weakened, but his hatred for him increased sharply.

He hated Wang Bo for ruining his future, he hated Wang Bo for making a fool of himself in front of so many people, he hated his own cowardice, and he hated himself for not daring to seek revenge on Wang Bo.

A few days ago, Yi Zhonghai found him. When Yi Zhonghai told him his plan to take revenge on Wang Bo, he agreed to join without hesitation.

Su Quanyou swore that he must see Wang Bo being bullied with his own eyes, and he must laugh at him in front of Wang Bo!

But now he regrets it so much that his intestines turn green.

The neighbors around couldn't help laughing when they saw Reporter Su slumped on a stool, trembling all over, with the fat on his face shaking.

After all, reporter Liu was his colleague, and he couldn't bear to see him look so embarrassed, so he stepped forward to explain:

"Comrade Wang Bo, and all the neighborhood leaders, Xiao Su does not belong to our neighborhood, nor does he work at the steel mill. If he really wants to register, he should do so at our newspaper office, not here."

After hearing what reporter Liu said, Su Quanyou seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and quickly said ecstatically: "Yes, yes, yes, I don't live here, nor do I work here, so I can't sign up here, and I don't need to sign up here!"

Wang Bo was a little unhappy when he heard what reporter Liu said. After Su Quanyou finished his excited speech, Wang Bo said to reporter Liu: "Reporter Liu, you have more experience than reporter Su, and your awareness must be higher than his. How about I stop asking him and talk to you first?"

"I'm sorry, I said too much. You should ask him."

Seeing that Wang Bo wanted to turn the gun around, reporter Liu apologized decisively. He thought to himself, this guy is such a jerk, if he gets involved with him, he will be shit.

Wang Bo looked at Su Quanyou again, "Reporter Su, we didn't intend to ask you to sign up with us. We just want to clarify your attitude. Do you support or not the central government's call for going to the countryside? Are you willing to go to the frontier to build it?"

Does he dare to say he doesn't support it? Does he dare to say he is unwilling?

"I support it. I, I, I, I am willing to do it."

After Su Quanyou finished speaking, his eyes went dark and he almost fell off the stool. Fortunately, the street worker sitting next to him caught him.

"Reporter Liu, congratulations! We actually have such a highly conscious comrade in our newspaper. Come on, take a picture of him!"

Seeing Wang Bo smiling after he had tricked a group of people, reporter Liu felt uneasy and quickly took a photo of Su Quanyou.

"Reporter Liu, you said we should hold a general meeting here, and six people signed up at once. We should publicize this in the newspaper."

Reporter Liu thought about it and nodded: "We should advertise it in the newspaper so that everyone can learn more from your institute."

Wang Bo hurriedly called out to Director Yang and Director Wang, who had been watching the show for a long time, "Director, Director, reporter Liu said he wants to report today's conference and give our street and steel mill some publicity. Do you think we, the soldiers who are about to go out, would like to take a photo together?"

Hearing Wang Bo's words, both of them laughed. Director Yang responded, "Yes, we should put your photos in the newspapers so that people all over the country can learn from you."

"Everyone has heard what Director Yang said, and you, Reporter Liu, have heard it too. Come on, let's take a photo together!"

Reporter Liu arranged for Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong to sit on the bench, sandwiching the paralyzed Su Quanyou in the middle, while Wang Bo, Sha Zhu and Xu Damao stood in the back row.

With a "click", the expressions of the six people were frozen on the film.

Wang Bo was still smiling happily, Sha Zhu stretched his neck and squinted his eyes with a look of dissatisfaction, the rest of them had gloomy faces, and there was Su Quanyou with his mouth open and eyes squinted, he was not awake yet.

After the lively hospital-wide meeting ended, the neighbors were chatting happily, and soon the news that Wang Bo and others were going to help Xinjiang spread throughout the street.

The reputation of Compound No. 95 was suddenly changed. Everyone on the street said that the people in this compound were extraordinary and had a high level of awareness, but privately they all advised their family members to stay away from them.

Seeing that it was still early, Wang Bo went to the factory to find Lao Zhou first. This guy was still drinking tea in the office. He looked like the kind of middle-aged man who would not go home before a certain time.

Old Zhou wondered why Wang Bo came to see him during the holidays.

Wang Bo told Lao Zhou about what happened in the compound and told him that he was there to report. After all, he had been away for two years and he had to explain the situation to his superiors.

Hearing that Wang Bo was going to Xinjiang to help, Lao Zhou was very happy and clapped his hands at Wang Bo, "Boy, I was right about you!"

No, you read it wrong!

Before leaving, the two men had another fight, and within half a minute, Lao Zhou was lying on the ground again.

Wang Bo took the two boxes of Zhonghua cigarettes given to him by Lao Zhou and a box of tea he took with him, and before leaving, he encouraged him: "Practice well, and when I come back from the Northeast, I will come to you to get tea again."

After returning home again, Wang Bo began to plan what he needed to prepare in advance. The grain and vegetables from the Gongqing Farm had started to be shipped out as aid, so there was naturally no shortage of them.

But apart from food and vegetables, there is nothing in that remote area. If you want to live a more comfortable life, you have to prepare everything.

In the next few days, Wang Bo went to shops and markets during the day and visited the black markets in the old city at night. He bought anything he thought he might need.

The black market was not so bad, he could buy things at a high price, or exchange grain for other things, but many things in the market required tickets, so he spent a high price on the black market to buy some meat tickets, cloth tickets, soap tickets, toothpaste tickets and other tickets.

As the year drew to a close, the supply of materials in the city was still relatively abundant, and all kinds of daily necessities could be bought. He rode his tricycle away from home all day, buying everything from needles and thread to cotton-padded clothes and bedding, including food, drinks, and daily necessities.

Wang Bo also went to a second-hand furniture store and bought a big bed. When no one was there, he put it in the small courtyard and covered it with a mattress and sheets.

After he had acquired all these things, he went around the major hospitals in the city and bought all kinds of medicines he could.

It's not even New Year's Eve, and every household is celebrating the New Year happily. Wang Bo is still in the small courtyard sorting and counting the things he has prepared.

"Pork, chicken, duck, lamb, fish, canned fruit, and dried fruit are all laid out here."

"Here are the stove, coal briquettes, pots, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, bowls, and spoons."

"Here are cold medicine, fever medicine, stomach medicine, painkillers, alcohol, gauze, and cotton balls."

"Here are cotton cloth, cotton clothes, hats, long sleeves, long pants, shorts, socks, felt shoes, and rubber shoes."

"Matches, liquor, cigarettes, tea, sugar, soap, washing powder, candy, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste."

Wang Bo took the small notebook and checked back and forth to make sure that he had prepared everything. After checking it once, Wang Bo couldn't help but sighed that it was fortunate that the things placed in the space courtyard would not go bad, otherwise these things would not fit at all.

When Wang Bo came out of the small courtyard, it was already evening. He put the frozen dumplings he had bought two days ago into the pot and cooked them. After eating, he strolled to the gate of the courtyard.

In the cold wind and amid the incessant sound of firecrackers, Wang Bo looked up at the distant night sky. Unconsciously, a year had passed since he came here.