Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

I have been away from home and entered the military camp for three months. It was okay when I was training hard with Zheng Yilin every day, but my mind could not be clear.

Now that he has some free time, he really misses his family, the family who have been so kind to him, his grandmother, his parents, and Zhang Xiuzhi, to whom he is engaged.

He had two letters to write, and he had already written one to his parents.

The content of the letter is as follows: Hello, Mom and Dad, I'm fine, Xiaobao is fine too, don't worry, I'm the platoon leader now, and I will try to come back for the New Year - Son: Wangcai.

That’s it, there’s no year, month or day written on it.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to write, but that he really doesn’t know what to write.

There are two reasons for this. The first reason is that the son is not familiar with expressing his emotions to his parents. His parents passed away early in his previous life, and when he is in trouble, he can only complain in front of his parents' graves. The second reason is that he is really not good at writing letters.

In the past, who wrote letters? It was all done over the phone. If there was something inconvenient or embarrassing to say over the phone, it was just a micro message, which took 60 seconds to complete.

So, after finishing the letter to his parents, when it came to writing to Zhang Xiuzhi, Zeng Wangcai's brain was exhausted, and it was completely different from when he was writing the short essay.

Look, after spending a minute writing a letter to his parents, he had been hunched over the desk for more than ten minutes, and there were still only a few words "Dear Xiuzhi" on the letter paper, without any text at all.

After much thought, Zeng Wangcai felt that now that his relationship with Zhang Xiuzhi was confirmed, there was nothing wrong with using this opening line.

These were the words Zheng Yilin saw when he came over. He thought Zeng Wangcai was studying like the soldiers said, but it turned out that he liked writing letters, and what’s more, they were written to girls.

"Hey, Xiao Linzi, you are so unkind. You peeked at me writing a letter..." Zeng Wangcai discovered Zheng Yilin.

"I wasn't peeking. I didn't mean to. I thought you were studying..." Zheng Yilin defended himself and sat down opposite Zeng Wangcai. "Xiuzhi... this name sounds familiar. Also, can you please stop calling me Xiao Linzi? It makes me sound like a fucking eunuch."

Did you two brothers agree that one of you should be called Da Linzi and the other should be called Xiao Linzi...

Zheng Yilin was very depressed. If he hadn't been convinced by Zeng Wangcai, he might have turned against him.

"Doesn't this make it seem like we get along well? Are you still holding a grudge against us for fighting?" Zeng Wangcai said with a smile.

"No, I forgot about it a long time ago. I just have a problem with the girl who beat me up. She was too cruel. By the way, she's your friend, right? What's her name? Let's spar next time we meet. I think I've made a lot of progress in the past three months."

"The one who beat you, right? I advise you to give up your fantasy. Her name is Zhang Xiuzhi, and she has really practiced. Believe me, you can't beat her even if you practice for another ten years!"

"Zhang Xiuzhi, Xiuzhi......."

After a few seconds, Zheng Yilin understood the relationship between Zeng Wangcai and Zhang Xiuzhi and knew that Zeng Wangcai was writing a letter to his fiancée.

Zheng Yilin stood up silently and said without thinking: "I accept that you are the platoon leader, really!"

"..."

"Wait a minute!" Zeng Wangcai saw that Zheng Yilin was convinced, so he didn't act pretentiously. He took his bag and took out a cigarette from it. "Since we will eat from the same pot in the future, we are family. Have a cigarette. You have to work hard on the ideological work of the soldiers in the future. You can't always rely on me. After all, you are the mother..."

Zheng Yilin was speechless about this analogy, but didn't know how to refute it, because there was no instructor in the first platoon, and logically speaking, this was his job.

Seeing the cigarettes being taken out one after another, Zheng Yilin said quietly, "You're handing out cigarettes... why don't you give them cigarette boxes?"

......

Sijiucheng, Siheyuan, Liu Haizhong's home in the backyard.

Liu Haizhong's three sons sat together in a neat row. On the eight-immortals table in front of them was a bottle of good-quality wine and three dollars.

"Third brother, you don't need to participate in this matter. You are young and will suffer in a fight!" Liu Guangtian picked up three yuan and gave half to the eldest brother Liu Guangqi. "Brother, what do you think? Are you going to do the job of an uncle or not? I asked you to help me deal with Zeng Wangcai before, but you refused. This time you still refuse. I will keep the money and the wine by myself. Go find someone else."

In the courtyard, among those who hate the Zeng family, Liu Guangtian is definitely one of them.

He had been taught a lesson before, and was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger, so he went to his elder brother Liu Guangqi for help, but Liu Guangqi refused, and he was very angry again.

This time, Zhang Xiuzhi beat up the old lady of the Jia family and was released a few days ago. In order to stand up for his godson, Yi Zhonghai secretly planned a lot of things.

This money and wine were given by Yi Zhonghai, so that Liu Guangtian could deal with the Zeng family.

It has to be said that Yi Zhonghai found the right person, and Liu Guangtian was eager to take revenge.

“二哥，我能帮着揍曾小强，分我点儿呗！”刘光福舔着脸说道。

"I don't know how to beat up those two brats, so why do you have to do it? I want to beat up Zeng Youqian..." Liu Guangtian thought for a moment, took out two dimes and threw them to the third brother, "That's all, take it or not, but if you do, you have to beat them up, and I'll ask the uncle to reimburse me later."

Liu Guangfu happily took the money and promised to complete the task.

Liu Guangqi didn't take the money. He glanced at the front yard and said, "You're crazy about money, right? Don't you know what Zhang Xiuzhi is capable of? Don't even mention beating up Zeng Youqian. Even if you beat up Zeng Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiuzhi would beat you up. Do you believe it?"

"I believe it, but Zhang Xiuzhi is not at home now. I heard that she went back to her hometown and will not be back until the New Year." Liu Guangtian suddenly lowered his voice and continued, "Even if Zhang Xiuzhi is at home, there is no need to be afraid. The eldest uncle said that he has taken down Sha Zhu, and Sha Zhu now listens to Qin Huairu's sister..."

Sha Zhu was actually tricked by Yi Zhonghai and put all his attention on Qin Jingru. If it weren't for Qin Jingru's household registration problem, he might have wanted to get married.

Now Shazhu is conceited every day, and his bootlicker personality seems to have been developed in advance.

Qin Jingru arrived in Sijiu City early because Xu Damao, the playboy and toilet manager who had been causing trouble, had not yet married and was eyeing Lou Xiao'e, the daughter of Lou Bancheng.

Zeng Wangcai's butterfly wings stirred and changed the direction of the courtyard, which he didn't know now.

"Oh no, Zeng Wangcai has joined the army. Who knows his situation?" Liu Guangqi was still worried.

"Hey, he's just a new soldier. If he wants to make a name for himself, how can he do that without a few years of hard work? Besides, there are so many people serving in the army. Who is Zeng Wangcai? Is he sure he can make a name for himself?" Liu Guangtian continued to persuade.

Liu Guangqi was moved by these words. He didn't want the money, he had a job. He just wanted to get in Yi Zhonghai's car because he couldn't stand his father Liu Haizhong's temper.

"Let me think about it. I'll ask the uncle in person when I get the chance." Liu Guangqi said.

"Okay, there's still more than a month before the Chinese New Year, no rush!"

In the front yard, Zeng Youqian came back from get off work and walked in the alley with his hands behind his back.

A postman rode in on a bicycle with the post office's iconic canvas bag slung on the back seat.

Before the postman passed Zeng You, he suddenly turned around and stopped: "Master Zeng, Master Zeng, wait a moment, there is a letter for your family."

"A letter? Where did it come from? My family has always... Oh, could it be sent by my son?" Zeng Youqian came to his senses.

"Yes, there are two letters from the army. Please take them!" The postman took out the letters and handed them to Zeng Youqian.

Zeng Youqian took it with great joy, thinking that his son had grown up and was missing home when he was away.

He took the two letters and saw that one was for himself and his wife, and the other was for Zhang Xiuzhi. When he felt the thickness of the envelopes, his heart immediately sank...