Siheyuan: Since 51

Lin Zhiyuan deliberately slowed down his pace, "Silly Zhu, do you have the ability to kill Director Li with one blow?"

Sha Zhu glared, "How can I do that?"

"That's terrible. You have to learn to respect people. No matter who you are, call him Director Li. Will you lose a bit of meat?"

"That's not the case." Sha Zhu touched the back of his head and said with a silly smile: "I'm just used to it."

Lin Zhiyuan shook his head slightly. "Also, since it's someone else's secret, you should pretend you didn't hear it, and you can't spread it around. If you can't figure it out, have a good chat with your dad tonight."

After saying that, Lin Zhiyuan tightened his scarf and strode to catch up with the others.

Some time ago, Wang Aimin passed the examination and officially became He Daqing's apprentice.

Sha Zhu was also nice to Wang Aimin and often taught him some cooking techniques.

It was because of this that Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but say a few more words.

Street office.

Throughout the hospital, hundreds of people were divided into several groups.

There were many collapsed and dangerous buildings, and many people were doing voluntary labor.

The street office was divided into several groups, each with a technically proficient person as group leader.

Considering that it would be more convenient to work with people they knew, everyone in the courtyard was grouped together, and the team leader was the acquaintance Wu Qingrui.

Lin Zhiyuan came up to Wu Qingrui, handed him a cigarette, and chatted casually.

"Master Wu, where are we going today?"

After taking the cigarette, Wu Qingrui lit it and took a deep puff, "The restaurant we went to today is not simple."

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly became curious and smiled, "Tell me about it."

Since the team members were not all present, Wu Qingrui simply started talking.

"Mrs. Deng was a remarkable person. It is not an exaggeration to call her the modern-day Lady She. Her husband and seven sons died heroically, and her youngest son, Ren Yongqiang, also crossed the river."

"This……"

Lin Zhiyuan was greatly shocked. "In this situation, my youngest son still crossed the river. If something happens to him, then..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Qingrui sighed.

"Or rather, Mrs. Deng is amazing! When Ren Yongqiang's unit received an order to cross the river, the organization did not allow him to go because of his special circumstances. Guess what happened?"

Why do we need a supporting actor?

Lin Zhiyuan's forehead was dark, and he said unhappily: "Hurry up and tell me, what's the matter?"

Wu Qingrui took a deep puff of his cigarette and spoke in an admiring tone.

"When Mrs. Deng learned about the situation, she went directly to the Military Control Office to argue. She said that as a soldier, the entire unit had received orders, and if Ren Yongqiang didn't go, he would be a deserter. She would rather die than acknowledge such a son. In addition, Ren Yongqiang was determined to go, so the organization had no choice but to agree."

The people around also spoke out in praise.

"What a righteous old lady!"

"That's what I said, be selfless!"

……

As they were talking, the team members gathered, pulling bricks, tiles and timber, ready to set off.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Zhuqing also followed.

The group came to a small courtyard in Beiluoguxiang.

The yard is not big, even smaller than Lin Zhiyuan’s cross-courtyard.

The snow was still there, and two of the three main rooms had collapsed.

Hearing the noise, Old Mrs. Deng came out of the house.

He was not tall and slightly hunched, but he was very energetic and had a kind face.

Looking from afar, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but think to himself: "They say that appearance is determined by the heart, and it really is true!"

Mrs. Deng saw everyone and said angrily, "Xiao Qiao, didn't you say you would put me last?"

Qiao Zhuqing stepped forward, supported Mrs. Deng, and said gently, "Grandma, you are the only one left in the area I am responsible for. Besides, I am worried about you living in a dangerous house!"

Old Mrs. Deng raised her eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Really?"

"I wouldn't dare lie to you."

Qiao Zhuqing, who has always been dashing, suddenly showed his gentle side, and there was no sense of incongruity at all.

Qiao Zhuqing helped Mrs. Deng to the side and said, "Master Wu, you can arrange it. It's getting dark early now. Check and repair the room where the old lady lives first."

When everyone heard about Mrs. Deng's deeds at the street office, they were all impressed and worked as if they were energized.

For three consecutive days, I went there early and returned late.

The work originally planned to take five days was compressed into three days.

On the third day, the house was repaired and it was still early, so everyone started helping to clean the yard.

Lin Zhiyuan took advantage of no one's attention, went into the kitchen, and quietly put in a few pounds of pork, a basket of eggs, and a stack of money.

Not being able to be a hero doesn’t stop you from admiring heroes.

The reason why not many things were placed was because there were few things and many people. It could be explained that someone brought them here secretly. If too many things were placed, wouldn't that be a supernatural event?

The whole process took less than three seconds and did not attract anyone else's attention at all.

After leaving the kitchen, Lin Zhiyuan joined the cleaning team.

After packing up, everyone was about to leave, but was stopped by Old Lady Deng.

"Xiao Qiao, did you arrange for someone to bring the kitchen stuff?"

Qiao Zhuqing was stunned and frowned, "Madam, no. The materials were brought in on the first day, but we didn't bring anything today."

"Where did that thing come from?"

As she spoke, Mrs. Deng looked at the others and asked tentatively, "Did you release it secretly?"

Everyone was puzzled, and someone immediately spoke up, "Old lady, this is your house, of course the things are yours!"

Sha Zhu grinned and agreed, "Old lady, I've only heard of people stealing things, but I've never heard of people secretly giving things away."

Everyone was talking at once, and Old Mrs. Deng was left speechless.

Lin Zhiyuan hid in the crowd and remained silent.

Finally, Old Mrs. Deng sighed helplessly.

"You guys, I know it must be one or several of you. In fact, there is really no need. You probably don't know, I have money, more than I can spend!"

Qiao Zhuqing guessed that someone was sending something to Old Lady Deng. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't find any problem.

However, since it was a good deed, he didn't think too much about it and immediately said with a smile: "Old lady, I know you have money, so you should eat and drink well and don't wrong yourself. It's getting late, so we'll go home first."

Voluntary labor, finally got it done.

Everyone went back home.

On the way, Sha Zhu couldn't help laughing and said, "This old lady is really interesting..."

Seeing this, he was about to say something, but He Daqing on the side glared at him fiercely and said, "Shut up."

Sha Zhu smiled awkwardly, touched the back of his head awkwardly, and muttered, "Just shut up."

Next, Lin Zhiyuan resumed his leisurely life.

For several days, every time I saw Li Huaide, he looked bitter and resentful.

That day, the two met downstairs of the office building.

After saying hello, Lin Zhiyuan casually said, "Brother Li, you don't look well, take care of yourself."

"Hey!"

With a long sigh, Li Huaide pondered for a moment and waved his hand.

"Xiao Lin, come and sit in my office."

There was nothing to do in the Propaganda Department, so Lin Zhiyuan had no objection.

"Okay, it's been more than half a month since I last chatted with you!"