Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

With the arrival of 1966 and the finalization of the automobile company's affairs, Zeng Wangcai began to make the next arrangements.

Huang Liang’s entry into Institute 702 was a very important part of this.

He believed that if he did not help Huang Liang, Huang Liang would never have the chance to fulfill this long-cherished wish in his lifetime.

When Huang Liang heard the news, he was obviously in a much better mood. Sitting in the co-pilot seat, he kept talking to Zeng Wangcai about his research at Peking University.

Huang Liang is indeed a talented person in scientific research. In five years of university, he has learned more than anyone else.

However, this is not enough, and it is still a long way to go to enter deeper fields, so entering Institute 702, Zeng Wangcai believes that this is a two-way journey for Huang Liang and Institute 702.

The car was driving on the streets before the New Year, weaving in and out of various vehicles, and finally turned and entered the alley where Lin Huyang lived.

This alley is even more spacious than Nanluoguxiang. There are many people inside. All kinds of people are present, carrying net bags and pockets, obviously buying New Year's goods for their families.

If the Wuling van doesn't drive fast, it may attract the attention of passers-by.

Before they reached Lin Huyang's house, Zeng Wangcai and Huang Liang suddenly saw Lin Huyang's father riding a bicycle coming from the opposite direction. There were two pieces of premium pork belly hanging on the handlebars and a bag on the back.

"Uncle, here..." Zeng Wangcai hurriedly stopped the car with his foot on the brake, rolled down the window and greeted, "Uncle, where are you going? When will you be back? We were just planning to go to your house..."

"Hey, Wangcai, Liangzi..." Lin Haitao also stopped his bicycle and spoke to Zeng Wangcai in the envious eyes of passers-by, "Where can I go? To your house. I heard that you were back yesterday, so I was thinking of visiting you. Look, I can't bear to eat these two pieces of meat, so I'm sending them to your house."

Now there are almost no people who give gifts to Zeng Wangcai's family.

It’s not that there is nothing to ask Zeng Wangcai’s family for, but the gifts they can give are not good enough. Even if someone wants to ask Zeng Wangcai’s family for help, it’s difficult to ask.

However, Zeng Wangcai knew very well that Lin Haitao was not sending gifts to ask for help. The relationship between the two families had reached the point where if there was something, he could just ask directly without being pretentious.

"This meat is so beautiful. I'll ask my mom to cook it tonight and make braised pork!" Zeng Wangcai happily opened the car door, took out the two pieces of meat and put them behind the Wuling. "Don't go. It's noon and we haven't even had lunch yet. Uncle, why don't we go to your house and the two of you?"

"Let's go, I'll go back first, you guys follow me!" Lin Haitao was very happy to see Zeng Wangcai collected the pork, he got on his bicycle and turned back.

Zeng Wangcai followed in his car and finally parked the car on the roadside in front of Lin Huyang's compound.

Lin Haitao, who was riding a bicycle, was faster. Zeng Wangcai and his companions had arrived earlier and were waiting at the door with their two teenage boys. Besides them, there were also neighbors in the Lin family yard who had received the news.

Zeng Wangcai got out of the car, touched the heads of Lin Huyang's two nephews first, and then went to move things into the car.

In my brother's house, the things are carefully prepared. Apart from the TV, all other things are cigarettes, tea, wine, food, drinks, clothes and daily necessities, highlighting the affordability.

"Uncle, don't be polite!" Zeng Wangcai, who was carrying things, rushed ahead of Lin Haitao and said loudly in front of all the neighbors of the Lin family, "I didn't give these things. Most of them were bought by Yangzi over there. Yangzi is making a lot of money now."

Zeng Wangcai's words made Lin Haitao happier than any gift. To Lin Haitao, what could be more important than his son's success?

So, Lin Haitao, who was helping Zeng Wangcai move things, shook off his frustration about his son not being able to come back for the New Year, and happily showed off to his neighbors. He also shared some rare food with them and gave things to their children.

But Lin Haitao also knew that his son had only been there for a few days, so there was no way he could have earned a lot of money to buy so many things.

Needless to say, it was all arranged by Zeng Wangcai.

"Wangcai, you've all seen him. He's Yangzi's brother. He's as close to our family as any other..." Lin Haitao finally introduced Zeng Wangcai to the neighbors before going into the house.

Inside the room, Lin Huyang's mother and sister were both busy adding more dishes.

Zeng Wangcai and Huang Liang had a meal at their brother's house and drank a few glasses of wine. In the afternoon, they accompanied Lin Haitao and his wife to talk about Lin Huyang's situation over there. They left only after fulfilling their wish.

In the afternoon, Zeng Wangcai took Huang Liang to several more places, but they did not stay for long in any of them, as it was not suitable for them to stay for long, so they came out soon.

At around five o'clock, only Zhou Yuanbai's family was left.

Zhou Yuanbai had gone mad at this time. He had no home to return to, so he settled down in the dormitory of Building 702 as a lonely man.

The dormitory conditions in No. 702 are hard to describe. There are good accommodations and bad accommodations.

Zhou Yuanbai had very simple material needs. After arriving, he just asked the institute to arrange a place for him to live in, which was an apartment building.

However, this type of building has a down-to-earth name - tube-shaped building.

Zeng Wangcai carried the color TV box upstairs, followed by Huang Liang carrying a bag.

It was past five in the afternoon, and it was the time when every household was cooking. The corridors were filled with smoke. Every household had a set of stoves in front of their door, and the sound of clanging stoves could be heard in every household.

Zeng Wangcai and Huang Liang twisted their hips and passed behind the old women who were in charge of the house as if they were passing through an electric fence.

Huang Liang accidentally bumped into an old woman who was cooking.

"You kid, why are you causing trouble at this time... Hey, who are you two looking for? Aren't they from here?" The wife of an intellectual is not necessarily an intellectual herself.

The woman who was bumped into by Huang Liang was obviously a fierce person. When she saw Zeng Wangcai and Huang Liang were unfamiliar faces, she looked alert.

The others were startled by this comrade and turned around to look.

"Haha, auntie!" Zeng Wangcai naturally would not argue with such a person, and said with a smile, "My teacher lives here, Zhou Yuanbai, Professor Zhou is my teacher..."

"Oh, you are Lao Zhou's student." The woman's expression softened after hearing this, and then she stared at the TV box in Zeng Wangcai's hand, "What are you giving your teacher?"

"TV..." Zeng Wangcai did not hide it and said directly with a smile, "I bought this TV for my teacher. You are welcome to watch TV at my teacher's house in the future. Also, if my teacher disturbs you while watching TV, please bear with me..."

"This kid is really good at talking. Don't worry, we are all neighbors. It won't cause any trouble..."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's okay, you can go, no one comes to visit the Zhou family all year round."

"We will watch over Lao Zhou..."

Zeng Wangcai achieved his goal. As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Zhou Yuanbai is old and not as healthy as before. If something happens at home one day, everyone around him may be in big trouble.

With a TV, the children in the building will definitely run to watch it often.

Although this is a bit noisy, it is better than having something happen and no one knowing about it.

"Teacher, teacher, open the door..." Zeng Wangcai knocked on Zhou Yuanbai's door. In the entire corridor, only the stove at the door of Zhou Yuanbai's house was cold.