Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Old man Deng made it clear that he wanted someone.

Seeing this, Old Man Su was unwilling to be outdone and expressed the same idea.

They both thought that Zeng Wangcai was wasting his talent staying in the garrison.

"No, you are robbers!" Old Man Yang laughed angrily, "I have some good stuff here and you are coveting it."

"Hey, hey, hey, Old Yang, what you said is wrong!" Old Man Deng caught Old Man Yang's words and said, "How can Comrade Wangcai be a good-for-nothing? He is..."

Well, I don’t praise people like that.

Zeng Wangcai couldn't get a word in at the side. He understood the three old men's purpose. Old man Yang wanted to stay behind by himself, while old man Deng and old man Su wanted to go to their troops by themselves.

Where is the right place to go?

This was the first thought that came to Zeng Wangcai’s mind.

He was almost certain that whether in Old Man Deng's 38th Army or with Old Man Su, he would definitely not know how to farm, especially with Old Man Su.

The seaside, especially the seaside in Fujian, is now no different from the front line.

So in his heart, he must like the seaside.

It's almost the 1961st year. Even if we're not aiming for military merit, but for training the troops, we need more experience, right?

“Stop arguing!” Old man Yang was so angry at the quarrel between the two old men that he looked at Zeng Wangcai, “Zeng Wangcai, tell me yourself, are you going to stay with me or go to their place?”

Uh, forcing me to take sides?

Zeng Wangcai was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "Commander, I am a brick, I will be moved wherever I am needed!"

Are you kidding? Am I such a person who can easily fall into traps?

"You kid are so cunning!" Old man Yang sighed. Although Zeng Wangcai did not directly express his wish, he could tell from Zeng Wangcai's statement that Zeng Wangcai did not want to go back.

He remembered what Zeng Wangcai had said before, that he wanted to go to the battlefield, and guessed what Zeng Wangcai was thinking.

The drama of recruiting talents has just begun, and it seems to be coming to an end.

......

Sijiucheng, Jiaodaokou Police Station.

A guy wearing tattered clothes, carrying a tattered package on his back and leaning on a crutch made of a branch stood at the door of the police station.

This guy's face was pitch black and his hair was very long. Because he hadn't washed it in a long time, it was tangled and dirty and gave off a bad smell.

This is the standard outfit for fleeing famine, and it was very common in the 1940s.

But it is strange that although there is starvation all over the country, not many people are fleeing famine.

Some people don’t quite understand this phenomenon. They think that if they stay in the village, they will starve to death, so why don’t they escape?

This involves a rather sensitive topic - being unable to escape, or not daring to escape.

Because the place is guarded by people, the people are not allowed to flee from the famine, as it would bring shame to the local area.

It is difficult to go into detail about this topic as it is difficult to verify its truth.

But the guy standing at the door of the police station at this moment was indeed a refugee, and he had formal procedures to flee. What did he mean by formal procedures? He had a letter of introduction in his pocket.

Today's letter of introduction is equivalent to the ancient travel pass. Without it, you can't go anywhere legally, and it is basically impossible to stay in a guesthouse or something.

However, the refugee got the letter of introduction not to stay in the guesthouse, but to find someone in the police station.

"Comrade, what's up?" A policeman came out of the police station and stopped when he saw the refugees. "Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

This public security comrade was a very nice and compassionate person, and he did not look at the refugees with prejudice.

"I'm looking for someone, I'm looking for my sister!" The refugee said nervously, "My family was hit by a disaster, everyone in the family died, and I'm the only one left. I have no choice but to come to Sijiu City to seek refuge with my sister..."

"Ah?" The public security comrade was moved and showed a sympathetic expression, "Come in with me. You have the letter of introduction, right? Yes, this is it. Your name is... Han Qiaosheng..."

"Yes, my mother gave birth to me on a bridge, so I was named Bridge-born."

"What's your sister's name?"

"My sister's name is Zhang Xiuzhi!"

"That's not right, you and your sister don't have the same last name?"

"Half-brother..."

At this point the situation became clear; this dark-skinned guy was none other than Zhang Xiuzhi's half-brother.

Originally this guy's surname was Zhang, the same as Zhang Xiuzhi's. But this year his family suffered a disaster, and Zhang Xiuzhi's cruel father and vicious stepmother all got their comeuppance, leaving this guy alone.

This guy felt resentful towards his stepfather, so he changed his surname back to Han Qiaosheng.

The police station felt very sympathetic towards Han Qiaosheng. After checking his letter of introduction, the kind-hearted public security comrade who first received him took him to a guesthouse and even prepared some meals for him.

"Xiao Han, stay here first!" The police officer surnamed Jia said sympathetically, "The information you provided is too little, basically just a name and a rough range. It may not be easy to find him, but don't worry, I will take someone to look for him right now."

"Thank you, thank you..." Han Qiaosheng couldn't stop swallowing his saliva as he looked at the mixed flour buns and clear soup porridge.

He didn't have the ability that Zhang Xiuzhi had. He had to hitchhike and beg for food along the way, and the number of times he had enough to eat could be counted on one hand.

After Comrade Jia left, Han Qiaosheng didn't even bother to wash his hands. He picked up the steamed bun with his dirty hands and started eating it.

Soon, Han Qiaosheng finished three steamed buns and a bowl of porridge. Still not satisfied, he fetched a basin of water, not to wash his face or hands, but to use it as a mirror.

"Zhang Xiuzhi, ah, Zhang Xiuzhi..." Han Qiaosheng's face reflected in the water suddenly became ferocious, "It's all your fault. If you had agreed to marry him at that time, would I be out of work? Would our family have no food to eat? Would my mother starve to death?

"That old man held on to the money you gave him and refused to let go. In the end, he didn't even have a coffin. He deserved it... Zhang Xiuzhi, if you don't care about my life or death, I will make your life miserable..."

From Han Qiaosheng's mumbling, one can tell that this man's mind has become twisted.

He had no feelings of longing for his dead mother, nor for his dead stepfather. All his heart and all his goals were centered around staying alive.

But this survival was not for himself, but for his half-sister whom he hated.

This seems very contradictory. You want to take advantage of others, but you are also thinking about how to take revenge on them.

Don't underestimate Han Qiaosheng. Although he is young, he is very cunning and vicious. Otherwise, he would not have forced Zhang Xiuzhi to leave home when she was still at home.

He even thought about it. The first step was to find the person, and then move over immediately no matter how the person was doing, and refuse to leave no matter what. He would eat whatever the person ate.

He also knew that Zhang Xiuzhi was ruthless, and he had thought about this. He figured that Zhang Xiuzhi must have a job now, or be supported by a man. No matter which the situation was, as long as Zhang Xiuzhi ignored him and didn't listen to him, then he would ruin Zhang Xiuzhi's job.

Go make a fuss, go cry!

Create an image of a younger brother abandoned by his sister!

But he could never have imagined that while he was looking for Zhang Xiuzhi, someone was also looking for him. To be precise, many people were looking for "Han Qiaosheng".

At the same time, two public security comrades came to Jiaodaokou Sub-district Office together.

Comrade Jia found Director Zhang and asked without much hope: "Director Zhang, do you know if there is a female comrade named Zhang Xiuzhi in our street?"