Siheyuan: If you ruin the reputation of the whole courtyard, I will move out

"Come and have dinner together." Zhao Danian pulled a seat in a friendly manner, but just as he picked up a little food, he said to Zhang Yu: "Do you know? Qin Huairu had some problems with the projectionist Xu Damao last night. Now she is in a very passive situation."

Zhao Danian's close behavior was obviously for Zhang Yu's consideration, so as to avoid unnecessary speculation about their relationship being too close. Zhang Yu was grateful and whispered, "Thank you for your understanding, Director."

Zhao Danian smiled and said, "You know, the factory director came to me this morning and asked me to transfer Qin Huairu to clean the toilet. This matter has spread inside the factory, and the factory director is worried that she might affect other people, so he made such a special approval." Zhang Yu was surprised to hear such news and asked, "Even the factory director knows about it?"

Zhao Danian nodded and responded, "The news has indeed spread widely. Factory Director Yang believes that in this case, reassignment is the best solution. As a person in a production-oriented enterprise, efficiency is paramount. Qin Huairu is like a 'tumor' in the workshop, and no one wants to get involved. If there is no definite evidence, I'm afraid her labor contract will be directly terminated. It's just rumors."

In the state-owned enterprises of that era, it was not easy to fire employees. It was necessary to comply with relevant laws and regulations. The factory director could not arbitrarily cancel the positions, but only made some adjustments in personnel matters. However, for Zhang Yu, what surprised him was that the factory director actually asked her to do the job of cleaning the toilets. "Now that she is so ruthless, can't she just accept her fate?" He frowned and questioned.

Zhao Damao is in charge of movie screenings and is under the management of Vice President Li. The factory director was not in a position to intervene too much. He only heard that Zhao Damao was on vacation today and did not come. "It is said that he asked for leave and did not come, which is wise," Zhang Yu said with a smile.

However, Xu Damao is not as worried as Qin Huairu. His control over his work cannot be underestimated. When the storm is over, he will return to his previous casual and carefree self.

However, there is no doubt that Qin Huairu's future in the factory is bound to be full of variables. As for her personal situation, Zhang Yu did not ask too much. After lunch, he stayed in the drivers' rest area for a while, and then he took over the task and drove the car full of steel to the railway station.

As the end of the chain, the Red Star Steel Plant transports the steel produced every day across the country. For truck drivers, on-time delivery is crucial. Even a fixed day off has become a luxury. In order to reward the hard work of the drivers, the factory has set up a compensation mechanism: a daily subsidy of five cents for driving within the city, and the more remote the journey, the more the subsidy will increase by ten cents. At dusk, four trucks including Zhang Yu rushed back and forth between the factory and the train station, and they were busy until eight o'clock in the evening to complete a delivery.

After get off work, Zhang Yu did not return to the dormitory, but chose to go to No. 38 Maoer Hutong, Dongcheng District, an old address. The area was close to the residence of Empress Wanrong. He took out two bottles of Moutai and a pair of hens from the parallel space and walked into the yard calmly.

"Teacher, it's me, I'm here to visit you." he called out loudly.

An ageing voice sounded, and an old figure stepped out of the stairs. He had white hair, a hunched back, and one hand on a wooden crutch.

"I've already told you not to call me 'teacher'. I don't have a student as rude as you." The old man slammed the ground hard with his wooden stick and roared.

"Although you are over 80 years old, you still show such vigor, which shows that you are in good health recently." Zhang Yu approached with a smile and said, "Today I brought two bottles of Moutai, especially for Master to drink."

When the old man heard the name "Moutai", his throat trembled slightly involuntarily.

"Hey! Why don't you bring the wine to honor your mentor!" In fact, the "mentor" was Lu Quanfa. Legend has it that when he was 80 years old, he taught his Bajiquan to Zhang Yu without reservation.

Looking back to the dawn of rebuilt Beijing three years ago, Zhang Yu encountered Lu Quanfa practicing in the Summer Palace. He was extremely surprised to see that Lu Quanfa could still perform so freely at the age of eighty, and thus strengthened his determination to become his disciple.

At first, Lu Quanfa did not respond to Zhang Yu's request, and did not pay much attention to him after he came home from practicing Tai Chi. It was not until Zhang Yu visited him sincerely again and again and learned about his passion for wine, and after a whole quarter of wine offensive, that Lu Quanfa reluctantly accepted Zhang Yu's request to join the sect in name only, but he always insisted on not being called a master.

Lu Quanfa was born into the famous Chen Fugui family and was a leader in the field of modern Bajiquan. However, due to a leg injury during the war, his strength was greatly reduced, so he chose to spend the rest of his life in the city of Beijing.

During the days spent with Lu Quanfa, Zhang Yu gradually understood the old man's past experiences and why he was reluctant to accept disciples easily. The blow of losing his favorite student made the old man more cautious, and he also taught him very few practical skills, only providing guidance.

Bajiquan is praised for its fierce combat characteristics. It symbolizes the Taiji way of governing the country in both civil and military affairs, using martial arts to maintain world peace and deter all parties. This martial art is divided into three forms: performance, training and combat.

The flashy moves displayed on stage are just to please the audience, not the real foundation of martial arts. The original intention of actual combat training is to temper the mind and body, not to rely solely on flashy moves to show strength.

For Bajiquan, the essence of actual combat is irreplaceable, that is the solid foundation, but Lu Quanfa did not really teach Zhang Yu actual combat skills. Zhang Yu easily defeated Zhao Zihao, the successor of Bajiquan, not because of his profound martial arts, but because of his superhuman physical strength that is twice that of an ordinary person. Even the most basic movements, he can also perform extremely **.

Lu Quanfa once praised Zhang Yu for his martial arts talent. Although Zhao Zihao's kung fu is profound, his strength is only half of Zhang Yu's. Once he fights with real swords and guns, he will definitely be at a disadvantage. This is like the pressure of the top of Mount Tai and the lightness of a feather. The difference is obvious at a glance.

Zhao Zihao's poor performance was not due to his own limitations, but rather to the difficult times. After three years of disaster, livelihood was a rare luxury, and the torment of hunger left Zhao Zihao with no spare energy to focus on other things.

A careful observation of Zhao Zihao's life situation shows that he does not come from a class with a legitimate job, and it is impossible for him to sink into a place like a pigeon house. Initially, I went to Lu Quanfa to report information about Zhao Zihao, but I never expected that when I mentioned this person, the old man would be the first to sarcastically say:

"This good-for-nothing disciple actually fell into the state of banditry. Fortunately, he was able to recognize his own sect and is back on the right track." The old man's contempt for him was obvious.

Zhang Yu then asked: "Master, do you know this person named Zhao Zihao?"

"How could I possibly pay attention to such an unmotivated person? On the contrary, we did have a friendship with his master Niu Yunfei."

Then, he asked in depth, "So compared to Niu Yunfei, are your martial arts skills more advanced?"

There are three realms in martial arts practice - manifest strength, potential strength and ultimate realm. Zhang Yu's current level is still at the beginning of manifest strength, and his force application method is relatively mechanical. Only when the power in the body flows smoothly, will he have real manifest strength. At this time, Bajiquan can be considered as an entry point and can be called his "enlightenment".

Regarding his future goals, Zhang Yu asked his master: "Master, when can I reach the potential level?"

"Looking at your current condition, I'm afraid you will never be able to achieve it in your lifetime. I don't mean to discourage you, but you can't even be called a formal disciple now. When you have practiced to a point where you can show your strength, then we can talk about becoming your disciple."

Zhang Yu was used to his master's harsh words and didn't take them to heart. He turned to Lu Quanfa and said, "Master, it's not time yet. Can I find something to eat at your place?"

Lu Quanfa was lying on a rattan chair, holding two jars of Maotai, and answered with his eyes slightly closed: "Just go to the kitchen and take a look."

So Zhang Yu went to find food by himself. The master's residence was simple, with only a courtyard and a square house, with a total of five rooms: a hall, a kitchen and three bedrooms. The courtyard was spacious and open. Zhang Yu was puzzled when he heard that this house was left by Lu Quanfa's ancestors, but it was not included in the category of public ownership.

Every day, Lu Quanfa seemed to have nothing to do, but his home was rich in material resources, with mellow wine and exquisite dishes for him to enjoy. The exquisite furniture showed his style as a country gentleman. He enjoyed this quiet life alone without being disturbed. In this regard, Zhang Yu secretly guessed that his master's identity was obviously not just a simple successor of Baji martial arts, but he chose to remain silent.

Although he was old, Lu Quanfa was still strong and had a much bigger appetite than Zhang Yu. The remaining steamed buns were enough to satisfy his needs. After dinner, Zhang Yu took a short break and practiced boxing in the yard. The sound of his fists hitting the air could be clearly heard. Hearing this, Lu Quanfa raised his eyebrows slightly, and his ears trembled slightly, showing his appreciation.

"Boy, the value of Bajiquan lies in the interaction between movement and stillness. Why are you so impetuous?" Lu Quanfa criticized gently.

Just by the sounds outside the door, one can see the profound cultivation of Lu Quanfa. Noticing that the master was in a good mood today, Zhang Yu seized the opportunity to ask about the boxing technique. The master explained in detail, which benefited him a lot, but he still did not touch the core understanding of strength.

After practicing for a while, it was getting dark, and Zhang Yu decided to stay here tonight. Although he was secretly dissatisfied, Lu Quanfa did not drive him away. Until the next morning, when he bought breakfast and returned, Lu Quanfa had just finished washing up. He practiced the boxing that Zhang Yu practiced yesterday in the yard again.

Seeing Lu Quanfa's smooth boxing skills, Zhang Yu was moved and inspired, and worked harder to practice boxing. Because nine out of ten of his spiritual attributes belonged to intelligence, understanding the principles of martial arts was particularly important.

"Spiritual attributes" cover aspects such as comprehension, learning ability, and perseverance. Lu Quan's punch was like thunder and his punch was like **. It was this awe-inspiring momentum that inspired Zhang Yu's determination to worship him as his master.

Even though he demonstrated a full set of boxing skills, Lu Quanfa still seemed out of breath, perhaps due to his age and injuries. Seeing this, Zhang Yu immediately handed him a towel and crutches to help.

"I'm really old, I can't even resist this move." Lu Quanfa sighed, sweating and steaming. Accompanied by Zhang Yu, the two walked into the restaurant and sat down to enjoy breakfast.

After breakfast, Zhang Yu consulted several martial arts masters on some difficult questions about martial arts, and then quickly rushed to the factory to work. His residence is a certain distance from the Red Star Steel Plant, and it takes more than an hour by bus to get there.

The workload was heavy that day, so he left early and returned late, devoting himself to the task of transporting steel to the railway station, which ended at six in the evening. After leaving the factory, he did not go directly back to Lu Quanfa's house, but chose to return to the compound and find He Yuzhu to discuss the evening meal.

When he arrived at He Yuzhu's house, he happened to see Qin Huairu being kicked out. He Yuzhu looked unhappy and said to Qin Huairu, "Qin Huairu, I don't need your help with housework anymore, and I won't receive your visit anymore." Facing Qin Huairu's tearful accusation, he said firmly, "You don't need to explain the grudge between Xu Damao and me, and I will never get involved in the dispute of the Jia family. Tomorrow, I will change the key, and I hope you can be quiet." This sentence made Qin Huairu understand clearly as if it was cut by a knife.

Qin Huairu tightly grasped He Yuzhu's arm, and pleaded with tears in her eyes: "Zhuzi, is there still any way we can save each other?" But He Yuzhu did not waver, and decisively broke free, firmly saying: "The feelings between you and me are long gone, don't try to entangle me anymore, it will only tarnish my reputation."

Seeing the escalation of the argument, Zhang Yu wisely changed the topic and gently persuaded Qin Huairu: "Sister Qin, don't be too persistent. Yuzhu is not married yet, and this action may ruin his reputation. You shouldn't deal with this matter simply." He then dragged He Yuzhu into the room and closed the door without leaving any room for discussion. Qin Huairu's face suddenly changed outside the door, realizing that her behavior had become the focus of others' jokes. Even though she was extremely sad and angry, she chose to leave quietly.

When she returned home, she was greeted with Jia Zhang's blunt sarcasm: "How can you be so shameless to run to someone else's house? Are you too eager for your man's life?" These sarcastic words made her cover her cheeks and sob softly.