Siheyuan: Since 51

"Hey, aunt, why are you here?"

"There's nothing wrong in the village. I'm coming here to stay for a few days. Huairu is almost five months old, and there's no elder at home. You guys don't understand some of the precautions, and I'm worried."

After exchanging greetings, the family sat in the living room, talking and laughing, and started chatting.

Lin Zhiyuan added some flour. It just happened to be a meal of noodles today, so it wouldn't be a problem to have one more person to eat.

After a while, dinner was served.

When there are many people, it becomes lively. Everyone talks at once and tells their own interesting stories.

Especially Wang Aijun's wife Miao Qingqing, her belly is still not moving. Lin Cuilan looked at Qin Huairu and spoke with a bit of envy.

That night, Lin Zhiyuan went to the small bedroom.

The first snow of 1951 came earlier than usual.

A few days ago, on November 11st, I floated for a few minutes.

It melted the moment it hit the ground, without even a single snowflake left behind, but that's fine with it!

That night.

The wind was strong and the snow was falling heavily.

When decorating the house, Lin Zhiyuan considered the heating issue.

The kitchen has a specially made large iron stove, and the chimney runs along the west wall, through the living room and master bedroom, and extends out from the south.

Even though the iron stove was turned off in the second half of the night, the house was not cold, although it was warm as spring.

The next day, early morning.

The courtyard was covered in silver and white.

It continued to fall overnight and the snow was two or three centimeters thick.

Before dawn, Lin Zhiyuan had already woken up.

Yawning, he walked to the iron stove, turned on the fire, looked out through the window, and was immediately stunned.

"Such heavy snow?"

He muttered to himself, thinking of the pregnant woman at home, and hurried out to clear the snow.

After working for a long time with a shovel and clearing a path, Qin Huaiwu and Wang Aimin came out of the east ear room.

There was no heating equipment in the west wing, so Lin Zhiyuan asked Lin Zhihao to squeeze into Lin Zhihui's room and left the room for the two of them.

After saying hello, the other two joined in.

It can be said that the entire front yard, apart from the Yan family, is occupied by the Lin family.

Lin Zhiyuan and the other two didn't care and cleaned up the area in front of Yan's house as well.

Before a piece of snow was shoveled away, the door of Yan's house opened and Yan Bugui came out wearing a cotton-padded jacket.

"Wow, you guys got up early! It's snowing so heavily!"

As he said this, he picked up the broom and cleaned up the mess at the back.

In a short while, all the snow had spread to the patios on both sides, and the ground was as clean as if there had never been any snow.

While everyone was busy, others woke up.

After eating the breakfast made by Lin Cuilan, Lin Zhiyuan and the other two followed the main group to the steel rolling mill.

The weather is cold and everything is hibernating, and the steel mills also enter a stable period.

Lin Cuilan lived in the courtyard for only a week. Seeing that there was no problem, she returned to Sunjiazhuang during the weekend.

The courtyard welcomed three new residents, all in the backyard, with two main rooms next to the deaf old lady, and two side rooms on the east and west sides.

The ear room next to the He family in the central courtyard was taken over by Yi Mingxin.

I heard from Sha Zhu that Yi Zhonghai paid the money, and it seemed that the Yi family had a quarrel for a while because of this matter.

As for Lin Zhiyuan's small courtyard, the heavy snow also put it on hold.

Lin Zhiyuan's soul traveled across time and space, which had a great impact on the courtyard house. Apart from other things, the number of residents alone was not as many as in the TV series.

In the blink of an eye it is December.

At the order of the Pantheon, the Three Antis and Five Antis Movement was launched nationwide.

The wind blows the frost and the snow dances in the sky.

Many people actually thought that the thunder was loud but the rain was small, and that the boss was just trying to scare people.

Until the Tianjin Secretary was imprisoned, people who were not strict in their work style were all in a state of panic.

Li Huaide is one of them.

As his experiences grew, Lin Zhiyuan gradually realized why the Red Book is regarded as a classic all over the world.

In addition, there was nothing to do at the factory and Zhu Dexi did not assign any homework, so Lin Zhiyuan had plenty of time. When he had nothing to do, he would hold the red book, read it carefully, savor it, and think about it carefully.

Wrapped in cotton clothes, Lin Zhiyuan immersed himself in it.

Suddenly, Li Huaide rushed in, closed the door, strode forward, sat down opposite Lin Zhiyuan, threw a pack of cigarettes on the table as usual, and spoke in a low voice.

"Xiao Lin, have you heard? Secretary Jinmen..."

He stopped talking halfway.

Lin Zhiyuan also understood, slowly put away the red book, and asked with a smile: "Brother Li, don't you understand the organization's work? Will you take action without solid evidence?"

Lin Zhiyuan was not trying to scare Li Huaide. He just happened to have seen it while watching videos in his previous life.

Not only was he imprisoned, it didn't take long before he was eating peanuts.

Could it be that Li Huaide couldn't see the situation clearly? He was just seeking comfort with something on his mind.

"Hey, with this level and his outstanding military achievements, the higher-ups should treat him with care, right?"

Taking a deep puff of cigarette, Lin Zhiyuan said firmly: "No, it is because of his high position and power that it is more appropriate to kill one person to warn the rest, and Peanuts is inevitable."

Hearing this, Li Huaide felt even more uncomfortable, and his face looked like he was constipated.

I was just trying to comfort myself, but who knew that my little brother would hit me to death with one blow.

After pondering for a while, he sighed, "I'm just afraid that the autumn wind will sweep away the fallen leaves!"

"Brother Li, cleaning is obvious."

Lin Zhiyuan said, leisurely: "The hygiene is not up to standard, and it is easy to get sick."

Li Huaide leaned back, and his whole body seemed to have lost all his energy. He was worried, his eyes were blurry, and even his breathing began to quicken.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but wonder what Lao Li had done to make him so scared.

However, I didn't ask. No matter how good the relationship is, it would be a bit abrupt to ask such a question.

"Brother Li, don't panic. Just deal with the beginning and the end. Besides, the organization didn't say that we can't make friends. You give me cigarettes and I give you wine. This is called normal communication."

Li Huaide's eyes gradually focused, as if he had made a decision. He stood up and sighed.

"Xiao Lin, I have to say that you have made great progress in the past six months."

After seeing Li Huaide off, Lin Zhiyuan stood in front of the window, smoking and thinking.

There has definitely been progress.

Especially for many things, we refer to the standard answers, which naturally makes us appear to be of high standard.

Lin Zhiyuan knows his own limitations very well.

As for Li Huaide, it is very puzzling.

He has a backer. His father-in-law works in a ministry. He didn’t mention his specific position, but he must be at least at the department level!

He is capable, good at handling things, and has a broad mind. There is no need to elaborate on this, as the TV series has shown it all vividly.

The only thing is greed for money and lust. What good can come of this if you get involved with these things?

"When water is too clear, there will be no fish. Perhaps I am still too naive!"

After a long while, Lin Zhiyuan murmured softly.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't ask what Li Huaide was going to do or what he would do.

After reading, I get off work, meet up with everyone in the courtyard, and go to the street office together.

Heavy snowfalls every now and then crushed many houses.

The street office was short of staff, so it contacted various factories and units and asked them to send people to assist in the repairs.

The group of people hugged their chests, bent over, and braved the cold wind, too lazy to talk.

A breath of cold air went into my stomach, it was so uncomfortable, even my teeth hurt.

Sha Zhu came close to Lin Zhiyuan, very close, and spoke in a low voice.

"Brother Zhiyuan, I just accidentally heard Li Huaide's secret."