Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Logically speaking, if three old men of this rank were to travel together, ordinary people in later generations would never see them at all, and the entire area would be sealed off.

But now there is none of these. The three old men are very down-to-earth. They just walked to the gate of Zeng's yard with flashlights and led by several children from the village.

Zeng Laosan's reaction was faster than Zeng Wangcai's. He had some experience and could see the extraordinary aura from the three old men.

"Who are you looking for..." Zeng Lao San stopped chatting and put the cigarette in his hand behind his back, "I am the village party secretary of this village. What can I do for you?"

"It's okay, just take a look, and then we'll go find him!" Old man Liu pointed at the dumbfounded Zeng Wangcai.

"You are not bad, kid. You have returned home with wealth and honor but you still remember your fellow villagers." Old Man Yang glanced at the cigarettes and melon seeds on the small table. He saw that many people were smoking filtered cigarettes and those who did not smoke were eating melon seeds. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Your cigarettes are better than mine. I will take advantage of you and smoke one. But it will not be for nothing. I will pay you back."

Old man Yang picked up a pack of cigarettes, took out three, handed one to old man Liu and old man Xie respectively, and took one for himself. Then he reached behind him and the people following him took out two packs of cigarettes and some cakes and the like from their briefcases.

These two packs of cigarettes are not bad, Daqianmen, and the pastries are even rarer.

It seems that the old men were well prepared and did not come empty-handed. They brought gifts just like Zeng Wangcai's elders and friends.

Zeng Wangcai knew he couldn't escape, so while the three old men were talking to Zeng Laosan, grandma and other elderly people in the village, he simply tore down the front door and distributed the cakes to the children.

The young men and the old men who got the cigarettes could still remain reserved, but the children who got the cakes were extremely happy and were overjoyed, even happier than during the Chinese New Year.

The three Jinhuan sisters suddenly became heroes in the hearts of the children because they were able to taste pastries only because there were guests at their house.

Zeng Wangcai is not a boy who gives away money. He has no shortage of cigarettes, cakes, or even more so, brains.

He distributed the things sent by Old Man Yang and his two companions to avoid being blamed.

After distributing all of this, Zeng Wangcai walked over with an empty brown paper bag and said, "Three uncles, on behalf of the elderly and children in our village, I would like to thank you for your generosity. So, shall we just stay here and chat or go for a walk?"

"This kid is like a monkey, afraid that we will set a trap for him." Old man Liu scolded with a smile, "The three of us are not going to cheat you with two packs of cigarettes. Let's go out and walk around the village. No one else needs to follow us."

Well, Zeng Laosan originally wanted to follow suit and flatter, but he has no chance now.

Looking at the four people's slowly disappearing backs, and someone vaguely accompanying them in the distance, Zeng Laosan murmured: "This is incredible, this is incredible, a big leader has come to our village, Wangcai is incredible..."

He didn't know how powerful these three leaders were, but he had already made up his mind that Zeng Wangcai's family would become a prominent family in the village in the future.

Four people walked in a row. The path leading down the mountain from Zeng's house was very spacious and cars could drive up, so there was no problem for four people to walk.

But Zeng Wangcai walked along and saw that the three old men didn't say a word, so he slowly fell behind, one step at a time, and finally lagged behind the three old men.

Old Man Yang, Zeng Wangcai's leader, stopped after noticing Zeng Wangcai's little trick and turned his head to say, "What are you doing? Are you trying to piss us off? We are not tigers and we won't eat you. Come up."

"You guys are not tigers, you are a group of tigers." Zeng Wangcai replied with a grin, "I have returned to the countryside, and you guys actually came to me. Look, you are the commander of a military region, one is the CEO of a ministry of machinery, and if I am not mistaken, this one is the head of the public security system..."

"What kind of words are these kid saying..." Xie Laocheng was amused by Zeng Wangcai, "Listen to me, you two. We are like bandit leaders and we are the boss!"

"You are the boss, but we are not!" Old Man Liu said with a smile, "We are still normal."

When Old Man Xie met Zeng Wangcai for the first time, he realized that Zeng Wangcai was different from ordinary people. Most young people, after knowing their identities and getting along with them, none of them could be as relaxed as Zeng Wangcai.

"Stop talking nonsense and let's get down to business." After laughing for a while, old man Yang, who was impatient, said his intention first, "Zeng Wangcai, Yishan should have told you that we are still very democratic and want to hear your opinion. I didn't expect you to come to the countryside."

"Democracy?" Zeng Wangcai laughed. Relying on his merits and trump card, he said bluntly, "You really can't say this word. Let me be frank. Our country is not suitable for democracy now, and you don't understand democracy."

Zeng Wangcai originally planned to use the word "I don't understand", but then he thought the three old men were too stubborn, so he gave up.

But even so, Old Man Yang was not happy: "Stinky boy, don't think you can fire at will just because you have made a contribution. Why don't we understand democracy?"

"Let's not talk about anything else, just one thing, why am I a soldier?"

"Uh......"

Old man Yang and old man Liu's faces turned red. If it wasn't dark, they would have been embarrassed on the spot.

Old Man Xie didn't know the whole story and wanted to ask, but Old Man Yang said first: "You don't want to be a soldier? If you don't want to be a soldier, I can let you transfer to civilian work."

This statement is rare.

But Zeng Wangcai's point is not here: "No, you are wrong. I want to join the army. I never thought of joining the army when I was working. I wanted to join the army, and finally I joined the army. This is the result, but the process is wrong. You didn't ask me..."

Frankly speaking, although the result of accidentally joining the army was good, Zeng Wangcai was not satisfied with the process and inevitably felt a little stingy, but he also understood that you cannot use the thinking of future generations to demand the present, as there is a gap of several decades.

Originally, this matter had passed in his mind, but now that he had the chance, he spoke it out and felt much better.

He knows better than anyone that democracy is actually empty, not to mention now, even in the future.

In the afterlife, you can only be represented without knowing it, and you don’t even know the person who represents you.

As a joke, Zeng Wangcai swore that he had never seen what a ballot looked like.

"We did something unfair!" When Lao Yang heard that Zeng Wangcai did not dislike being a soldier, but instead expressed his desire to be a soldier, he immediately said, "But you blame me for this. It has nothing to do with your uncle Liu. It was me who said to send you to the army. At that time, I saw that you were getting a good salary at the steel mill, and I was worried that you would not agree, so..."

Old man Yang formally explained that the matter was over with Zeng Wangcai.

Only then did Old Man Xie understand the whole story of Zeng Wangcai's military service. At the same time, he became more certain that Zeng Wangcai had extraordinary abilities, otherwise, given the character of Old Yang and Old Liu, they would not do such a thing.

"Okay, now that we've talked it out!" Finance Minister Zeng Wang breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's walk around the village. I'll tell you what I think. If I don't say it well, please don't mind."

Just now he was really a little worried that the old men wouldn't be able to bear it and their faces would look ugly if they were praised. Fortunately, the old men nowadays are quite cute.