Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

It’s just copying a song, Zeng Wangcai doesn’t think it’s a big deal, it’s not some meaningless pop song.

Red songs like this, songs that can educate people, should be released as early as possible.

For the next two days, Zeng Wangcai didn't go anywhere. He used all his free time to teach his son to sing. It didn't matter whether the tone was accurate, but the emotion had to be genuine.

The day before the celebration, Zeng Wangcai disappeared.

Number 1 is the birthday of our motherland.

Nanluoguxiang starts to get lively before dawn. This is probably because everyone gets up before dawn to prepare when they are not at work.

Bright flags are flying at the entrance of the renovated courtyard.

Director Zhang led all the people from the street office out and walked around one courtyard after another. After each courtyard, the team expanded a little bit.

Arriving at the gate of No. 95 Courtyard, Director Zhang personally called out, "Lao Zeng, Lao Zeng, where are the people from your courtyard? Why aren't they proactive in such a big matter?"

After the renovation of Yard No. 95, Yi Zhonghai, the eldest uncle, existed in name only. The system of three uncles managing the yard was no longer effective in Yard No. 95. In fact, everyone was looking after the Zeng family and Zeng Youqian.

Zeng Youqian, on the other hand, doesn't talk much and doesn't care about anything at all.

But as it happens, facts have proved that ordinary people can live a good life without too much interference from others.

"Here I come..." Chen Yumei ran out and complained, "It's all because of Lao Zeng's procrastination..."

Zeng Youqian came out slowly behind. The couple were both wearing bright red festive clothes today.

In fact, faced with this situation, all those who were qualified to go out on the street found their best and most beautiful clothes and put them on.

"Come, come, take the flag!" Director Zhang asked the people behind him to hand over the flag and called on everyone to hurry up. "Take it. Our hospital is in a good location and we can see the city gate tower. I have inside information to tell you that today's celebration will be different from any previous years. There will be a big treasure at that time, and there will be a grand ceremony of awarding honors on the city gate tower. The country will award honors to those who have made outstanding contributions to the country on the city gate tower. It's a rare sight... Unfortunately, we can't see it clearly."

"Wait..." Zeng Youqian remembered something and walked into the house. After a while, he came out with a telescope hanging around his neck. "This is a telescope. Wangcai gave it to me. It's just right to take it with us. Then we can see the situation of the city gate tower."

"Telescope, I've heard of it!" Director Zhang suddenly became interested, "Old Zeng, take a look for me... Hey, it works really well, the stars in the sky have become bigger."

"......"

You are looking at a street lamp, okay...

Because of the celebration, the entire city became lively and the whole country was celebrating.

Director Zhang personally led the residents of Nanluoguxiang to the streets and came to Tiananmen Square and the Jinshui River.

"Director Zhang, is this the good location you mentioned? I can't even see the shadow of the city gate tower."

"Yes, Director Zhang, this location is too remote. Can you talk to the higher-ups and ask them to change our location?"

"Director Zhang, there is no awarding ceremony here..."

"Stop making noise!" Director Zhang pointed to the sky and said, "Look carefully, it's not even daybreak yet, why are you making noise here? Everyone stay in your own area, don't cross the line, we will see it, we have a telescope, everyone will take turns to look later."

Director Zhang was also speechless. I just made a fool of myself and looked at the street lights, and now you are messing around here too.

There is not even the shadow of the city gate tower. We are all old residents of the city, and everyone knows each other. When you are here, you can know where the city gate tower is with your eyes closed.

Chang'an Avenue was soon filled with people, and everyone waited quietly behind the soldiers.

As time goes by, the dawn appears.

A group of soldiers with tall and straight postures marched out with powerful and orderly steps...

"Here we go, flag raising!" Director Zhang said excitedly while holding a telescope.

Raising the flag is not a new thing for Director Zhang and everyone present, but on this special day, everyone still felt their blood boiling and their eyes all looked in one direction.

There were no telescopes, but their eyes seemed to be able to cross space and see the whole process clearly.

The celebration officially begins.

"Here they come. Look, the first phalanx. What kind of soldiers are these?"

"Good spirits. No matter what kind of soldiers they are, they are all our children."

"Spirit, real spirit..."

Zhang Xiuzhi listened to the discussions of the people around her, watched the queue passing by, and suddenly felt deeply moved.

She remembered what Xiaobao said after he came back, that there was also a very small celebration on Wangye Island. At first, she didn't quite understand why Zeng Wangcai did that and thought Zeng Wangcai just wanted to scare Yellen.

Now at the scene, Zhang Xiuzhi felt the blood boiling in her body and the enthusiasm and pride of the people around her. Only then could she fully understand the purpose of Zeng Wangcai's actions.

Everyone hopes to have a strong mother.

The crowd cheered, and the emotions flowed from the heart.

Everyone thought that the celebration would end like this, but in the end it didn't.

A large truck painted in camouflage colors appeared on Chang'an Avenue, pulling a large rocket with the words "WYJD-2" painted on it.

"What kind of equipment is this? I've never seen it before..." a military fan said in confusion.

"Bomb..."

"This bomb is so big!"

"You know nothing. Our country didn't have this thing before. Look at the paint job and the code name on it. It's different from the one we developed ourselves."

"Stop making noise, listen to the radio. This is called... The Prince has arrived. What a strange name."

"Hey, listen, it's said that it was donated by patriots, not developed by us."

"What the hell are you listening to? The point is, this big bomb is Zhou Ji's bomb. What is Zhou Ji?"

"You are ignorant. Intercontinental doesn't mean the porridge of thin porridge, nor does it mean the week of last week. It means the continent that can be fought from one continent to another..."

With the explanation on the radio and the popularization of science by military fans in the crowd, the people were excited. Their sense of pride suddenly broke through the sky and made the air in the sky thick.

Don't underestimate the patriotism of most people, especially this group of people. Some of them have tears in their eyes and are sobbing.

There are also those elderly people who have experienced the war and been bullied by the Japanese. They wish they could walk up to the donor and kneel down and kowtow. Such a big treasure makes their backbones straighten up.

"He deserves to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple..."

“Who is it, who is it, who donated it? It’s awesome!”

"If I knew who it was, I would even lick his toes..."

"I......"

"Stop making noise and keep listening. That old man also donated a ship, oh no, a warship, the most advanced warship in the world, a warship that even the Americans have to avoid."

"Oh my god, who is this..."

On both sides of Chang'an Avenue, everyone was talking about two topics. One was about missiles and warships, and the second was who!

At this time, the awarding ceremony began...