Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai was holding a copper teapot, Xiaohu was holding a steamed bun, and they had the keys to both cars in their hands.

"Brother, let me get the pot!" Xiaohu volunteered to take over the burden.

But Zeng Wangcai refused: "No, just take care of yourselves."

He didn't want to take Zhang Xiuzhi with him on his bike, not because he was lazy, but mainly because he was not sure. After last night, he found that he had overestimated his cycling skills. Taking someone with him was not easy at all, especially when riding a 28-inch bicycle. It was easy to flip over.

It's okay if the car flips over, and it's not a big deal if the car or even people get hurt. But it would be a big deal if the brown sugar water that I worked so hard to make was spilled.

So, Zeng Wangcai calmly watched Zhang Xiuzhi unlock the bike, push the bike out, and prepare to ride it.

Only then did Xiaohu and Xiaobao realize that Zhang Xiuzhi could actually ride a bike.

"Sister-in-law, you didn't know how to ride a bike yesterday, but you can ride a bike today? You're so amazing." Xiaohu skillfully flattered her.

"Of course, she is our sister-in-law. Is there anything difficult in front of her?" Xiaobao was unwilling to fall behind. Today he rode a bike while Xiaohu took the car. The two had discussed it yesterday.

Then the two of them discovered something else and said at the same time: "Brother, you are a man, and you want your sister-in-law to ride you on a bike? Don't you feel ashamed?"

"I want to lead someone, but the problem is that I can't lead well and I'm afraid it will go wrong." Zeng Wangcai said with an expression of pride instead of shame, "By the way, is it embarrassing for a man to be led by a girl? Isn't this a face-saving thing?"

"Ah, this..." The two brothers were speechless, and suddenly felt that what the eldest brother said made a lot of sense. Others were trying every means to bring girls, but only the eldest brother was awesome and made the eldest sister-in-law willing to bring her along. The key was that the eldest sister-in-law was still a novice.

In fact, Zeng Wangcai has his own real opinion on the issue of novices leading people.

He saw that Zhang Xiuzhi was eager to try and really wanted to ride a bike. This was easy to understand. Whether it was riding a bike or driving a car, people were fascinated when they first learned how to do it and wanted to practice.

This may be what is called a person who is addicted to being bad, but the key point is that Zhang Xiuzhi is not a bad kid, not at all, so what is there to worry about?

Soft rice sometimes tastes delicious too!

Zhang Xiuzhi really wanted to ride a bike. After she opened her mouth to defend Zeng Wangcai, she slid onto the bike without any unfamiliarity, put one leg on the bike and started pedaling. But perhaps because she had just learned how, she went a little too fast, which made Zeng Wangcai cry. He chased after her with a copper teapot in his hand.

Little Tiger and Little Leopard were lagging behind, and they laughed and joked when they saw this scene.

Zeng Wangcai caught up with Zhang Xiuzhi and jumped into the car, acting very obediently, with his hands behind him, holding onto the iron frame under his butt.

A group of five people set out in three cars. The one who had the most things in the team was Yan Bugui. He had to carry a tin bucket and a fishing rod, while Zeng Wangcai and his friends didn't need them. These things were all with Lin Huyang, who would ride a tricycle to gather on the main road.

After meeting Lin Huyang, Lin Huyang saw Zhang Xiuzhi riding a bike with Zeng Wangcai and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

Half a month later, a fishing team expanded by one person came to the Yongding River again. The road was still the same road, the river was still the same river, but the people were not the same people.

"Oh my god, so many people?" When Yan Bugui came to the river bank, he saw the people by the river and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. "We are here early. If we came later, we might not be able to squeeze in. But are all the good seats gone?"

Zeng Wangcai was also shocked to see that there were at least twice as many people as last time, and he was not sure whether these people were individuals or an organization.

However, it can be seen from this that as time goes by, everyone's life is becoming more and more difficult.

"Let's go, we have a spot!" Zeng Wangcai habitually glanced at the place where he used to fish, and then his eyes lit up.

"Where are we going? The place is occupied. Let's go upstream. If we cut in like this, we'll get beaten." Unexpectedly, Yan Bugui was very well-behaved.

"It's okay, a friend has saved a seat for me!" Zeng Wangcai said as he walked down the river bank and greeted Old Man Liu under the tree.

Old man Liu came, and not only him, there were two more old men by the Yongding River this time. Zeng Wangcai saw two old men who were as imposing as Old man Liu sitting under the tree and smoking, not fishing.

"Is this the kid Zeng Wangcai you were talking about?" An old man looked at Zeng Wangcai curiously as he walked over.

The other old man was even more curious: "Old Liu, are you sure he wrote the article?"

It turns out that these two old men are not simple people. One is in the Propaganda Department and the other is in the Ministry of Agriculture. Their status is comparable to that of Old Man Liu.

The higher-ups asked the propaganda departments of each unit to submit articles. In fact, this was for the purpose of spiritual education and learning, and to call on everyone to overcome difficulties together.

This matter is under the charge of the Propaganda Department, that is, the old man who spoke last, whose surname is Wang.

Originally this was a normal work process, but unexpectedly, the short essay written by Zeng Wangcai stood out from the sea of ​​essays because of its correct writing style, novel angle, and the fact that it proposed some solutions, and was eventually seen by Old Man Wang.

Old Man Wang and Old Man Liu lived in the same compound and had a good private relationship. One day, when they were playing chess, Old Man Wang talked about Zeng Wangcai's short composition and casually mentioned Zeng Wangcai's name, saying that Zeng Wangcai was a talent in the First Ministry of Machine Building.

This was just a casual chat between old friends, but it just so happened that Old Man Liu knew Zeng Wangcai.

So the surprised Old Man Liu asked for the original text of the essay written by Zeng Wangcai to read. After reading it, he told Old Man Wang very seriously that Zeng Wangcai was indeed a talented person and he could do everything that Zeng Wangcai wrote.

Now it was Old Man Wang's turn to be surprised. He thought Zeng Wangcai was just writing fantasy reports, which could be considered reportage at most. He didn't expect it was not, but documentary literature.

Old man Wang, who became interested, then pulled another old man, the old man who spoke first, whose surname was Zheng and who worked in the Ministry of Agriculture, and decided to look for Zeng Wangcai. That’s how today’s incident happened.

Among these three old men, Old Man Zheng is the one who cares most about the actual situation, because agriculture is his job.

"Uncle, so early? Thank you very much. Without you, we might not have a spot for fishing this time!" Zeng Wangcai greeted with a smile.

"This is Uncle Zheng, and this is Uncle Wang, both of them are fishing friends!" Old Man Liu also introduced the two old men to Zeng Wangcai with a smile, without mentioning the old men's identities.

But Zeng Wangcai knew that all the excuses from the anglers were just excuses. Three people and one fishing rod, are they anglers?

"Hello, Uncle Zheng, hello, Uncle Wang!" Zeng Wangcai greeted them politely and received responses from the two old men.

"By the way, are you alone? The girl who jumped into the river with a kitchen knife in her mouth to chop fish last time is not here?" Old man Liu glanced behind Zeng Wangcai and did not see Zhang Xiuzhi and the others.

To be honest, Old Man Liu likes Zhang Xiuzhi's personality very much. Perhaps it is because people like them who have experienced life and death like those who act decisively and murderously.

The other two old men had never heard of this, and they immediately started gossiping like old ladies: "Jumping into the river with a kitchen knife in your mouth to chop fish? That's interesting!"

"Who said it wasn't? You just didn't see it. That posture was a bit like when we used knives to chop the Japanese back then."

"Old Liu, you're exaggerating. If it's a boy, I'd believe it, but a girl is still a little far from it."

"Hey, hey, don't look down on lesbians..."

While the three old men were talking, they saw Zhang Xiuzhi carrying a 28-meter-long bicycle, fixing the bicycle with one hand, and running and jumping down the river bank easily.

That’s right, he came down carrying a 28-inch bicycle…