Siheyuan: The opening earthquake of stealing and replacing pillars

I remember that people born in the 1980s often said, "Born in New China, raised under the red flag." When they said this, they often had a sense of pride and honor, especially when facing the national flag, they seemed particularly solemn, because they felt from the bottom of their hearts that the national flag was sacred and the country was inviolable...

At this moment, He Yuzhu also felt the same resonance. Although he was born in the 1990s, after the restart of his life and the influence of time, when he looked up at the blood-red flag again, he was almost moved to tears.

I'm not being pretentious. Just now when we were lining up, someone said that the southern border was in chaos again, and it would probably be a war soon. War is no joke, it involves bloodshed!

Whose blood is shed?

The blood that flowed was the blood of soldiers, the blood of our ancestors. Whenever the country was in crisis, they always rushed to the front line and built a Great Wall with their bodies to protect the people's livelihood.

Do you think such a great feat is worth shedding tears for?

"Under the enemy's fire, advance, advance, advance..."

The deafening chorus ended. He Yuzhu looked at the flags flying in the air with tears in his eyes. He felt a little heavy. 1979 was destined to be no ordinary year. It was the beginning of a new chapter for the country. The internal and external troubles were complicated and intertwined. It was extremely difficult to develop!

"It would be great if the system mall sold missiles, whoosh..."

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There were no important classes in the morning, so He Yuzhu spent the time in a daze. He went home for lunch at noon. When he passed by the courtyard on his way back to school, he specially packed a few pounds of braised meat as a gift for Grandpa Xiangbei. Although he couldn't see him in person, the thought was there, because Xiangbei and he had a close relationship.

After school in the afternoon, He Yuzhu rushed to the courtyard. Peng Hai had been waiting there for a long time. Although he had difficulty walking, he was very punctual, well-behaved and conscientious. This might be a habit he developed in the army. This quality is really rare, and this is why He Yuzhu valued him.

"Why don't you go into the yard? It's so cold outside!" He Yuzhu parked his bicycle and came up to smoke a cigarette.

Peng Haidai's younger brothers hurriedly took it, thinking it was just an ordinary cigarette, but when they took it and looked, wow, it was actually Huazi. They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, look, this is what life is like!

After He Yuzhu distributed the money around, he stuffed the remaining money into Peng Hai's pocket, which made his younger brothers extremely envious.

Peng Hai smiled and didn't say anything polite, because He Yuzhu had said long ago that we should not be polite to each other in the future. If you are polite, I will be angry.

"Come on, brothers, carry down the bedside table!" Peng Hai called out, and several of his younger brothers jumped onto the truck nimbly, and then carried down a brand new bedside table.

"Brother He, what do you think?" Peng Hai asked.

He Yuzhu touched the paint surface and felt it was pretty good. Although it was not baked varnish, its fineness was no less than that of baking varnish. Now it is polished manually, and the craftsmanship is worthy of praise.

"Not bad, not bad, especially this dressing mirror, so grand!" He Yuzhu praised.

"This is a new design from the furniture factory, and the department stores haven't even supplied it yet!" Peng Hai has so many connections that ordinary people wouldn't be able to find him.

My cousin's family is about to move in, so we can't have everything old. We have to have something new so that it shows that we value them.

He Yuzhu said with a smile: "Brothers, please take the trouble to carry it in!"

"Okay~"

The younger brothers smoked the good cigarettes and were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They went into the yard with laughter.

Here, Grandpa Luo asked everyone to put the bedside table in place, then he squatted on the ground and began to study its production process, hammering and hammering, and shaking his head from time to time, as if he was very dissatisfied.

He Yuzhu knew that his old problem had come back again. As a craftsman, he felt that he could do everything better himself.

He led everyone to the backyard, opened the warehouse and started moving the goods. There were a total of 380 gift boxes. After nearly half an hour of hard work, he finally cleaned up the place.

Looking at the empty room, He Yuzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, the pressure of this outsourcing task was extremely high. Don't think that outsourcing tasks are so easy to get. If there is no support from Director Hou, if he has not made any achievements, if he is not professional, even if it is outsourced, it may not fall into his hands. There are too many benefits involved.

Fortunately, it was completed smoothly. Each gift box was of the correct weight and was also added with medicinal wine. I guess the leaders in the factory wouldn't be able to say anything.

Especially for not holding back the factory director, He Yuzhu silently gave himself a thumbs up.