Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

The short essay written by Zeng Wangcai was published in the newspaper. Old Liu told him about it, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Yan Bugui has always had the habit of reading newspapers. Today is the first day of school. After finishing his work, he took some time to read the school newspaper. When he saw the author of the article on the second page was named "Zeng Wangcai from the Publicity Department of the Steel Rolling Mill", he couldn't believe it and deliberately took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes before reading again.

After confirmation, Yan Bugui was quite surprised.

There are two reasons. The first is the importance of this newspaper. All major government agencies must have this newspaper, which publishes major and minor events at home and abroad. The second is that the content of the article partially overlaps with the document issued by the street last time.

Yan Bugui still remembers that when they were organizing people in the institute to study at a meeting, Zeng Wangcai came later. At that time, Liu Haizhong said that Zeng Wangcai knew nothing.

Now that I think about it, this is the truth.

"Take a look at this article, written by Zeng Wangcai. Does what he wrote look familiar to you?" Yan Bugui turned to the second page of the newspaper and handed it to Yi Zhonghai to read.

Yi Zhonghai read the article word by word, and thought of that night as well. He smiled bitterly and said, "This kid is really tight-lipped. Old Liu is really embarrassed this time."

Why do you say that?

Because Zeng Wangcai's article was published in the newspaper, this matter would not pass peacefully in the steel rolling mill. It would definitely be publicized through broadcasts, notifications, and good news, and by then the entire factory would know about it.

Many people in the Siheyuan work in the steel mill. If the steel mill knows about it, then the Siheyuan will know about it.

Therefore, anyone who knows the content of the article will definitely think of Liu Haizhong’s performance that night.

"Let me see, can our academy produce another writer?" Big Cat stepped forward and snatched the newspaper without even reading the article. This was not what he cared about. "Hey, it was really written by Zeng Wangcai."

As they were talking, the father and son looked at each other and saw affirmation in each other's eyes. They were sure that Zeng Wangcai must know an important person, otherwise how could the article be published in the newspaper?

The newspaper issue came to an end for the time being, and Yan Bugui then noticed the net bag in Xu Damao's hand: "Why are you guys here? You bought some fruit just like me."

"Uncle, I didn't expect you to buy fruit." Big Cat said sarcastically.

"I didn't eat these fruits myself." Yan Bugui glanced at the Zeng family next door and said in a loud voice, "I went to see Wangcai's grandmother. Without Wangcai, I wouldn't have been able to catch so many fish yesterday..."

More than fifty kilograms of fish were sold for a total of twenty-seven yuan and sixty-eight cents, which made Yan Bugui very happy.

Yan Bugui, a miser, originally thought that he could only get a fishing spot from Zeng Wangcai, and had never thought of expressing his gratitude. But after reading the newspaper today, he changed his mind.

"Stop shouting, there's no one at home." Big Cat saw through Yan Bugui's intention, "His family has gone to the hospital, send food, no one will notice even if you shout at the top of your lungs."

"Uh!" Yan Bugui smiled awkwardly, "No, I'll go to the hospital now."

"Come on, Old Yan. We are going to the hospital too." Yi Zhonghai said. There was no expression on his face and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Yan Bugui hurried into the house and put down his bag. He didn't need to explain to the third aunt because she had heard everything behind the window.

A group of people left the courtyard, and about half an hour later, Liu Haizhong came out with a glass bottle in his hand. He had run out of soy sauce at home, so he wanted to go get some. None of his three children came back, so he had to go by himself.

When Liu Haizhong arrived at the front yard, he did not see Yan Bugui, but only saw the third aunt busy at the door. He asked casually, "Has Old Yan not come back yet?"

"I'm back. I came back a long time ago. I went to the hospital with the uncle and the others." Aunt Three replied.

"Went to the hospital?" Liu Haizhong was surprised, because this was not in line with Yan Bugui's character.

"Yes, we also bought some fruit for Wangcai's grandmother." The third aunt was just like Yan Bugui, afraid that no one would know that her family had given a favor. "Several kilograms of fruit, it's really expensive!"

What the hell?

Did Yan Bugui buy the fruit by himself?

Liu Haizhong thought he had heard it wrong, but unfortunately, it was true. The third aunt kept talking about the whole thing.

When Liu Haizhong heard that the article written by Zeng Wangcai was published in the newspaper, he regretted it so much.

He didn't regret saying Zeng Wangcai was wrong that night, because he didn't know what Zeng Wangcai's article was about. He regretted not going to the hospital...

At this time, if one can write well and write articles for newspapers, such a person will definitely become a cadre in the future.

What Liu Haizhong cares about are the cadres!

Union Hospital, inpatient building.

Zeng Wangcai came here directly after work without going home because he knew that no one would be home.

As expected, my second uncle and second aunt and their whole family were driven back by grandma, leaving only Zhang Xiuzhi. Zeng Youqian came directly after get off work, and Chen Yumei prepared dinner early and brought it over. The second and third children did not come and had to wait until they were finished school before coming over.

Zeng Wangcai saw his grandmother in the ward. After a day of treatment, his grandmother's condition had improved a lot. Her legs and feet were strong and she no longer needed to hold on to the wall when walking.

"Grandson, don't just stand here." Grandma said to her grandson while drinking rice porridge, "Take Xiuzhi out for a walk. Your parents are here. It's okay. The smell here is not good. Xiuzhi has been guarding me for a whole day. This hospital is worth seeing. You two can go out for a walk."

Grandma wanted to help again. Yesterday she eavesdropped and learned that her eldest grandson and Zhang Xiuzhi had revealed their affair and were planning to get married. She felt very uneasy and couldn't wait to hold her great-grandson in her arms tomorrow.

However, my grandmother's reasons for assisting were sufficient. There were many people in the ward and there was no toilet. There were all kinds of patients. The smell of disinfectant mixed with other unpleasant odors was indeed unpleasant.

The intellectuals who receive treatment at Union Hospital are also human beings. They also need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. It is not a good thing to have these smells.

"Okay, then, grandma, please eat slowly. Let's go downstairs and take a look." Zeng Wangcai nodded at Zhang Xiuzhi, "Let's go. This is the palace. We may have to buy tickets later."

He didn't know whether the former site of Union Hospital required tickets, but he thought that it would be a luxury to see the Yellow River from the roadside in the future as it was blocked by a wall, so it was unlikely that no tickets would be required here.

Zhang Xiuzhi was not tired, but she was indeed bored, so she immediately followed Zeng Wangcai downstairs.

After last night, the distance between the two of them became much closer, and they didn't feel awkward not talking.

Zhang Xiuzhi hardly slept last night and had been working all day today. Although she didn't feel tired, there was a difference between her brows.

Zeng Wangcai felt very distressed and took Zhang Xiuzhi to a remote and deserted place. There was no shortage of such places in Union Hospital.

Arriving at a corner of a building, Zhang Xiuzhi looked at Zeng Wangcai who was sneaking around and said, "What are you doing? What bad things do you want to do? You choose to walk where there are no people around. You think I dare not hit you, right?"

"This... this is totally unrelated, you misunderstood." Zeng Wangcai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I just brought you food because I saw you were working hard. You can't eat this in front of outsiders."

Zhang Xiuzhi thought of the spicy noodles she had eaten last night, her eyes lit up and she was very much looking forward to it.

However, Zeng Wangcai did not plan to feed her spicy strips again, but planned to give her something good, the king of fruits - durian!

As for durian, people who like it love it to bits, while people who don’t like it can’t even stand the smell of it.

Zeng Wangcai felt that there seemed to be few girls in later generations who didn't like durian, so he planned to reward Zhang Xiuzhi with it.

He was carrying a tool bag today, and like Doraemon, he took out a small, cracked durian from the bag.

"What is this?" Zhang Xiuzhi asked curiously.

"The fruit is delicious. Wait and enjoy it!" Zeng Wangcai smiled, broke the durian, took out a piece of durian flesh and handed it to Zhang Xiuzhi, "Try it, it's delicious..."

Zhang Xiuzhi: “yue~~~”

At the same time, Zeng Xiaoqiang and Zeng Laifu came to the ward with their schoolbags after school. After seeing grandma, they asked, "Mom, where is my eldest brother?"

They had something to discuss with their eldest brother and they didn't dare tell their parents.

"Your eldest brother is out and is walking around the hospital with your eldest sister-in-law." Chen Yumei answered casually.

"Oh, then let's go find our eldest brother!" Zeng Xiaoqiang didn't wait for his grandmother to start scolding him, and ran away with his younger brother.

They thought that the eldest brother must be eating something delicious.