Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

Li Zihang was alone. His peers of similar age were still lying on the ground playing in the mud, but Li Zihang was already thinking about his future.

The older ones, like Decai and Dewang, don't play with him. They look down on him because he is young. They hang out in groups of three or five, playing tricks on each other, and playing mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. It's impossible for them to play together.

The older kids in the next yard, like Sha Zhu and Xu Damao, were all learning crafts, so it was even more impossible for them to play with him.

He was younger and thought they were childish. In addition, they were different in status and position, so they couldn't play together.

Ever since the old man told him that he had secretly trained a group of guards for him, he began to pay attention to them. After learning that they were about the same age, he slowly began to get in touch with those children.

In the six months since the start of the joint venture, the old man has almost finished dealing with all the big and small matters, and has more and more free time.

Grandma is still the same, feeding birds, raising fish, listening to operas, shopping every day. Uncle Qi is very busy. He is often not seen for several days. Aunt Qi goes to work and comes home from work. After get off work, she does housework for Li Zihang's family.

Decai, 17, is a senior in high school and lives on campus. He comes home once a week.

13-year-old Dewang is in the second year of junior high school this year. He is with a group of friends every day and is not at home all day.

Little Rainwater no longer clings to Li Zihang. She goes to Lou Xiaoe's house whenever she has nothing to do. She asks Rainwater to teach her how to raise birds.

On Monday, the teacher was still teaching in class. This was a Chinese class. In this era, junior high schools had Chinese classes, arithmetic, history, biology, politics, algebra, geometry, geography, physics, music, art, and physical education.

To be honest, Li Zihang himself did well in school. Although there were many subjects, the content was much simpler than the textbooks of later generations. The main subjects were Chinese, arithmetic, politics, geometry, and physics. The other subjects were just like music and physical education. There were only two classes a week.

The textbooks of this era all used the old system of writing characters vertically from right to left. They were all in traditional Chinese characters.

This Chinese class is about Chinese literature selection and commentary, and the collection of Song Huizong's selected works and poems. Looking back on Song Huizong's life, I can only sigh that he was born into the wrong family. If he was born into a noble family, he would be a painter, poet, calligrapher, and writer who will be remembered for thousands of years.

As the founder of the thin gold style of calligraphy, he would be remembered in history. Not to mention the azure Ru porcelain. Unfortunately, the imperial family was the most ruthless, so he had no choice.

Then again, if he wasn't born into a royal family, he probably wouldn't have had that much capital to learn and grow.

After hundreds of years of accumulation, the family only collected three and a half pieces of Ru porcelain, two of which were found in tombs.

Listening to the teacher, who kept talking about the understanding, translation and thoughts of the poems, he was bored and thought about the calligraphy and paintings of Emperor Huizong of Song at home. There seemed to be several of Emperor Huizong's personal seals. Looking at the schedule on the table, the next class was physical education.

Physical education classes in this era are really hardcore. Running is a warm-up. We practice bayonet fighting with wooden sticks and throwing wooden mold fake grenades. We wrestle each other. Morning exercises are all military boxing.

While he was distracted, the iron bell rang and the teacher packed up the books and announced the end of get out of class.

The classroom started to get noisy as usual. Boys and girls at the front and back desks started to whisper to each other and gathered together to chat, play and have fun.

In the next physical education class, the students began to gather in groups of three or five, packing up their things and walking to the playground.

Li Zihang also went to the playground with his deskmate and a female classmate. The three of them chatted as they walked.

Li Zihang: "Hongxing, who signed your transcript for this exam?"

Red Star: "Don't even mention it. If you ask my eldest brother to imitate my father's handwriting to sign, or ask my father to sign, you'll get a beating."

"Fanghua, Xiaohang. Can't you lend me some cheat sheets when you're taking the exam? I get so nervous every time I take an exam, and you two don't even take care of me."

Fanghua: "Come on, if you fail the exam, it means you didn't study hard. Cheating in the exam is a moral issue. I cheated on you, which hurts others and yourself. Besides, you can't cheat in the high school entrance exam."

Hong Xing: "Come on, my lady, stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to copy, then don't copy. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Fanghua: "I don't want to bother with you. It's so hot, and I'm sweating after the gym class."

Li Zihang: "Okay, the two of you should talk less. Same old rules. I'll buy you two some soda. Hongxing, you run errands."

Hong Xing immediately changed from a complaining face to a servile one and said in a funny way: "Thank you for the soda, Master. I'll go right away."

Fanghua: "Stop talking nonsense. Let's go. Class will start soon."

To explain why the three of them can play together and have such a good relationship, we have to start with their class.

Their school is a key middle school. You either need good grades or a good family background to get into this school. Ordinary students really can't get in.

Their class was even more special, as all of them were second- and third-generation students. Hong Xing's father was a deputy military cadre, Fang Hua's father was a department-level cadre, and Li Zihang's family was not to mention.

The families of other classmates all have backgrounds to some extent. The worst ones are the children of military martyrs, who are looked after by their elder comrades.

The three of them were the best in the class. They naturally played together. Although other classmates could also play together, they would still compare themselves with each other secretly.

Li Zihang was friendly with his classmates, but they were all reserved and felt a little unnatural talking and playing with him. They were all twelve or thirteen years old, and none of them was stupid.

This is why the three of them are so close. The other two are three years older than Li Zihang, and they take care of him. In addition, they have the same status, so they can naturally play together.

Li Zihang has good genes and eats well. Although he is three years younger than them, their heights are similar. In addition, he has a mature soul. Therefore, there is no communication or thinking barrier.

In the corner of the school wall. As usual, Li Zihang built a human wall, Hongxing climbed over the wall to buy soda, and Fanghua kept watch. They worked together very well.

Li Zihang cherishes this friendship very much. After all, his family was poor in his previous life, and he had low self-esteem. He didn't graduate from junior high school and didn't have any good friends. So he cares a lot about the friendship between them.

Less than three minutes later, the two people waiting inside the courtyard wall saw several packs of soda thrown over from outside the courtyard wall. Li Zihang knew that Hongxing had returned from shopping.

Hongxing hummed and groaned as he ran outside, climbed over the wall, and in a few seconds he was on the top of the wall, then jumped down with a flash.

Li Zihang and Fang Hua were already sitting in the shade in the corner, drinking bagged soda.

Hong Xing looked at them and said unhappily, "Okay, you two. I'll run errands for you guys. You two should drink now."

Li Zihang rolled his eyes at him and continued, "Wipe the traces of popsicle from the corners of your mouth before you talk."

Hong Xing immediately felt embarrassed: "You can't blame me. Popsicles are not like sodas. They are not easy to hold. You can't throw them over."

Fanghua: "Look at you. Come here and take a break. Class will start soon."

The three of them sat in the shade, drinking soda and chatting.

Ding ding ding... the class bell rang. Groups of students on the playground began to walk towards their class areas.

The physical education teacher was also an old soldier who had retired from the battlefield. He had an imposing manner and a glance at the students made them line up quietly and obediently.

Coach: "Stand at attention and look to the right,"

Following the coach's orders, Li Ziqi followed the instructions in a military-style manner.

Coach: "Count, stand at ease, stand at attention"

"Today, we will run around the playground twice. Then, we will crawl back and forth on the lawn with a wooden spear for ten rounds."

"Physical Education Commissioner, give the students wooden guns."

After that, after the students got the wooden spears, they started running to warm up under the guidance of the physical education committee member.

There are a total of 4 classes taking physical education classes on the playground. The content of physical education classes for the first and second grade classes is also different.

The class content for the first grade of junior high school includes running to warm up and crawling forward.

In the second year of junior high school, we had bayonet fighting and wooden grenade throwing. It was the same for both boys and girls. There was no saying that girls were treated preferentially.

The students who finished running first began to sit down and rest, waiting for the students who had not finished running. Then they practiced crawling in groups.

The crawling routes had already been drawn on the lawn with lime powder. There were eight groups of five people in each group. The students had already started crawling one after another on the eight tracks.

The instructor was looking at the students while scolding them: "Climb faster! Even dogs can crawl faster than you."

"Hey, you. Why are you sticking your butt up so high? If you were like that on the battlefield, you would have been shot to pieces by the enemy long ago."

The students who were scolded also corrected their crawling posture out of shame. No one dared to disobey the instructor's instructions, and no one dared to talk back or get upset.

Decades of turmoil have just ended on the Chinese mainland, and the war in the North Korean Peninsula ended only last year. People across the country, from top to bottom, have a strong sense of crisis.

The students' families either have fathers who are soldiers or elders who have sacrificed their lives. Therefore, almost no student dares to resist or talk back to the training. They also accept the training willingly.