Siheyuan: The rise and fall of the He family is our responsibility

The next morning, He Yuzhu embarked on a new work journey. Today's task was to repair the wood carvings of an old temple. This was a very challenging task that required great skills and patience. He Yuzhu picked up the tools and began to work meticulously. Every movement he made was full of power and precision, as if he was part of the wood.

During the lunch break, a co-worker named Xiao Liu came over and asked mysteriously, "Zhu Zi, I heard that your courtyard house is going to be demolished. Is that true?"

He Yuzhu was stunned, his heart sank, and he asked hurriedly: "Xiao Liu, who told you that?"

Xiao Liu scratched his head. "I just heard it from someone. I don't know the details. Anyway, there are a lot of demolitions happening right now. Maybe your old town is also on the list."

He Yuzhu's heart was suddenly filled with huge waves. He knew what the Siheyuan meant to him. It was not just a residence, but also his roots. He couldn't let the Siheyuan be demolished, because it was the carrier of all his beautiful memories.

Back at the courtyard, He Yuzhu was worried. During dinner, he asked his mother tentatively, "Mom, have you heard that our courtyard is going to be demolished?"

Aunt He was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, who told you about this?"

He Yuzhu frowned and said, "I heard it from someone at the construction site, but I don't know the details yet."

The family fell into silence. He Yuzhu secretly made up his mind that no matter what, he must protect the courtyard and the land he loved so much.

In the next few days, He Yuzhu kept asking about the demolition of the Siheyuan. He found the street office and asked the staff in charge of the demolition about the situation. Sure enough, the area where the Siheyuan was located was included in the demolition plan, but the specific time and compensation plan had not yet been determined.

He Yuzhu felt more and more depressed. He knew that demolition was the general trend, but he could not watch the courtyard house being demolished. He decided to gather the neighbors of the courtyard house to discuss countermeasures.

One evening, the neighbors of the Siheyuan gathered under the big locust tree. He Yuzhu stood in the middle and said passionately: "Dear neighbors, our Siheyuan is facing the crisis of demolition! This is our home for several generations, we can't just sit there and watch!"

The neighbors immediately started talking about it, some expressed support, while others were worried. Uncle Zhang sighed and said, "Zhu Zi, we old bones are afraid that we are powerless to save the situation."

"Uncle Zhang, if we all work together, we will definitely be able to come up with a solution," He Yuzhu said firmly, "We can write a petition to report our situation to the higher authorities and strive to preserve the quadrangle."

After some discussion, everyone agreed with He Yuzhu's proposal. He Yuzhu and several neighbors wrote a petition overnight and began to collect signatures. The next morning, they delivered the petition to the district government.

In the following days, He Yuzhu was busy with work while paying attention to the progress of the petition. Days passed, and finally, they received a reply from the district government. The government said it would send people to conduct an on-site inspection of the courtyard house and make a decision based on the actual situation.

On this day, the people in the courtyard were eagerly waiting for the arrival of the inspection team. He Yuzhu was excited and nervous, because he knew that this was related to the fate of the courtyard.

On the day the inspection team arrived, the residents of the Siheyuan gathered together and told them about the history and current situation of the Siheyuan. He Yuzhu took them to visit every corner of the courtyard and introduced every detail here in detail.

The staff of the inspection team listened carefully to everyone's opinions and said that they would report to their superiors as soon as possible to strive for a reasonable solution. He Yuzhu felt a little relieved.

Sha Zhu thought that the third uncle was usually well-mannered.

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The evening when He Yuzhu returned to the courtyard, the air was filled with a slightly cool autumn atmosphere. The leaves on the trees trembled in the wind. The courtyard was so quiet that only the sound of cats walking on the wall could be heard. Walking into the courtyard, he saw the third uncle sitting under a tree, holding an old book, seemingly reading attentively. The third uncle was always gentle and refined, and everyone in the courtyard respected him. This old man, who was over 70 years old, came from a family of scholars, and had been teaching and educating people all his life, and was quite knowledgeable.

"Zhu Zi, you're back early today." The third uncle looked up and greeted him kindly.

"Yes, Third Uncle, the work on the construction site was completed ahead of schedule today." He Yuzhu responded with a smile and walked over to sit next to the Third Uncle.

The third uncle nodded, put down the book in his hand, and looked through the thick glasses at He Yuzhu. "Zhuzi, I heard that you have been running around for our courtyard's affairs during this period. Thank you for your hard work."

He Yuzhu scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. "Uncle, this is what I should do. The courtyard is our home, and I can't watch it being demolished."

The third uncle sighed, his eyes becoming deep, "Alas, the demolition has been going on for a long time. Everyone knows what you have done, but no one can predict the outcome."

"I will continue to work hard and never give up until the last moment." He Yuzhu's voice was full of determination.

"Good, good job." The third uncle patted He Yuzhu's shoulder with satisfaction, "But, you should do everything within your ability and don't tire yourself out."

"I'll pay attention, Third Uncle." He Yuzhu smiled, but his determination became stronger in his heart.

At this time, Qin Huairu from the next yard came over, holding a plate of freshly fried peanuts in her hand. "Zhu Zi, Third Uncle, I fried some peanuts, let's have a try."

"Thank you, Huairu." He Yuzhu took the plate and greeted enthusiastically, "Come, sit down and chat together."

Qin Huairu is a widow in a courtyard. Her husband died early, leaving her alone to raise several children. Although she is in a difficult situation, she is strong and optimistic, and her neighbors all like her. He Yuzhu has always respected her and often helps her.

Qin Huairu sat down and said with a smile: "Zhu Zi, I heard that you are busy with the affairs of the Siheyuan. You are really tired."

He Yuzhu waved his hand, "It's all as it should be. Let's work together to keep this home."

Qin Huairu nodded, her eyes full of gratitude and determination, "Yes, the Siheyuan is the root of several generations of us, we must protect it well."

As everyone was chatting, there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the gate. He Yuzhu looked up and saw that it was his neighbor Xu Damao. He ran in breathlessly, his face full of anxiety.

"Zhu Zi, it's bad! I just heard that a developer is preparing to come to inspect the site. They are really going to take action!" Xu Damao's voice trembled and he seemed very nervous.