Siheyuan: Since 51

He Daqing frowned slightly: "Xiao Mao has been worried all day recently. I guess something is wrong. Since you brought him into the factory, you'd better ask him!"

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay, I'll talk to him tomorrow."

Siheyuan.

Xu Fugui, holding a cigarette in his mouth, stood calmly on the east side of the Chuihua Gate.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Yan Bugui was stunned and confused.

What does Lao Xu mean?

Taking over my position?

He stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Lao Xu, what are you doing?"

"I want to talk to Zhiyuan about something." Xu Fugui raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "You are welcome to do whatever you want. I won't hinder you from guarding the door."

Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses, looking slightly embarrassed, and said unhappily, "What do you mean by guarding the gate? I did that for the safety of the courtyard."

Xu Fugui was also very eloquent, and he immediately spread his hands, "I'm not wrong, you are the gate god of the Siheyuan, that's the same thing!"

The two stood on either side of the hanging flower gate, one on the left and one on the right.

Yi Zhonghai was the first to pass through and was immediately frightened.

"Wow, what's wrong with you two? How old are you? Why are you scaring people here?"

Xu Fugui raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Old Yi, I don't like what you said. Old Yan stands every day, and you don't say anything. I stand once today, and I think I can scare you?"

Yan Bugui also explained: "I was using my spare time to help you worry about it. If any outsiders came into the hospital, we would know in time."

As soon as he walked through the hanging flower gate, He Daqing's paralyzed face trembled.

"Old Yan, if you ask me, you are the first one to get off work every day. It would be better to use this time to help the children in the courtyard with their homework. Standing at the door is useless."

There was something hidden in his bangs. He said nothing and walked through the crowd on his own.

As soon as Lin Zhiyuan showed his head, Xu Fugui rushed up in one leap.

"Zhiyuan, you're finally back. Let's go to my house and talk for a while."

Without waiting for Lin Zhiyuan to react, he dragged him away.

Lin Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "Aimin, Xiaowu, tell aunt and Huairu."

A group of people were left, looking at each other.

Yan Bugui murmured softly, "Hey, Lao Xu is very weird today."

Yi Zhonghai narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the two people's backs as they left, and couldn't help feeling a little curious.

"Old Xu never gets up early unless there is something profitable. What could he want from Zhiyuan?"

He Daqing said expressionlessly: "Whatever happened has nothing to do with us, let's go home and cook!"

Xu family.

Xu Damao sat in the inner room, looking worried, scratching his homework.

Xu Xiaoling was holding a picture book and reading it with great interest.

Lin Zhiyuan and the other person entered the house.

Xu Damao quickly greeted them, "Dad, Brother Zhiyuan, please sit down first. I'll go get you a glass of water."

Xu Fugui is very happy that his son is becoming more sensible.

Lin Zhiyuan also nodded approvingly.

After pouring the water, Xu Damao returned to the inner room.

Xu Fugui handed him a cigarette, raised his eyebrows, and smiled.

"Zhiyuan, the job has been confirmed. In a few days, I will be at the steel mill waiting for your orders."

Lin Zhiyuan had a hunch and didn't think it was strange. He immediately said cheerfully: "What's the point of saying we should transfer or not? We just need to do our job well together."

"Zhiyuan, what will I be responsible for when I go there? You said before that the factory needs a projectionist, how long do I have to wait?"

Lin Zhiyuan shook his head slightly. "I haven't received any notice either. I'll ask about the price of the projector later, and I'll apply for purchase when you arrive."

"It's a good feeling!"

As he spoke, Xu Fugui leaned towards Lin Zhiyuan, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Zhiyuan, there is something, please pay attention, Lou Bancheng has been asking about your situation."

Lou Bancheng is asking about me?

The only interaction between him and I was the condolence money I sent him.

What does he want to do?

The smile on Lin Zhiyuan's face gradually faded and his expression turned cold.

"Uncle Xu, do you know how long the investigation has been going on?"

Xu Fugui thought about it and shook his head slightly, "I don't know exactly when it started."

Then he added: "But it must have happened in two or three months."

Lin Zhiyuan's eyes revealed a bit of coldness, "I know."

Lin Zhiyuan politely declined Xu Fugui's suggestion to drink and went straight home.

Wang Aimin had already prepared the meal. After eating, he chatted with Qin Huairu for a while. Lin Zhiyuan went into the small bedroom and prepared to go to bed.

I closed my eyes and questions flashed through my mind.

Who is targeting Li Huaide?

What happened to Zhang Xiaomao?

Why did Lou Bancheng investigate himself?

Compared with the above three problems, the matter in the bangs is the least important.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't know when I fell asleep.

The next day, early morning.

Lin Zhiyuan almost overslept, so he got up, washed, had a quick breakfast, and went to the steel mill.

After finishing the work in the Propaganda Department, he went straight to the cafeteria and found Zhang Xiaomao.

Zhang Xiaomao was grateful to Lin Zhiyuan from the bottom of his heart.

I originally thought that farming in the village was quite leisurely, but when I went to work in a steel mill, I found that life in the city was better.

Shopping is convenient, life has a rhythm, and most importantly, there is no pressure.

Farming depends on the weather, harvest depends on people.

If the weather is bad, the harvest will fail. If people are not diligent, the crops will fail.

It can be seen that there are too many uncertainties in farming.

Thanks to working in the fields and the soy products provided by Zhang Erdan, Zhang Xiaomao had enough nutrition and grew into a big and strong man.

He quickly ran to Lin Zhiyuan and said in a lingering voice, "Brother Lin, are you looking for me?"

Zhang Xiaomao is a simple and honest person, and Lin Zhiyuan likes him very much.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he asked with a smile: "Can you leave now?"

Zhang Xiaomao said readily: "Of course."

"Let's go find a quiet place and have a chat."

The two came to a secluded corner.

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You shouldn't be as tired as before recently, right?"

At the beginning, Zhang Xiaomao had to personally watch the beans soak and make the brine, which resulted in him having to live in the cafeteria frequently.

Later, Zeng Chonghua specially arranged two apprentices. Now his life is much easier, at least he doesn’t have to stay in the cafeteria every day.

Zhang Xiaomao smiled innocently, "It's much better now. My two apprentices take turns to keep watch at night, and I can just stay with them for a night occasionally."

After a few pleasantries, Lin Zhiyuan cleared his throat and got straight to the point.

"I heard that you have been absent-minded and not in a good state in recent days. Is there something on your mind, or is Director Zeng being harsh on you? I brought you in, so just tell me anything."

"No, no, Director Zeng is very good to me!"

Zhang Xiaomao waved his hands quickly, then scratched his hair and said hesitantly: “Brother Lin, you know, I occasionally live in the cafeteria.

December 12st, because it was the last day of the year, I remember it very clearly. That night, in the middle of the night, I finished reading Douzi and went to the toilet.

As soon as I walked out of the toilet, I heard the sound of a match being struck, which made me feel very strange. I went around to the cesspool behind the toilet, and saw Director Chu Chen burning an envelope..."

"what?"

Lin Zhiyuan's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Are you sure it was Chu Chen, and he was burning the envelope?"

"determine."

Zhang Xiaomao scratched his cheek, looking confused.

"Brother Lin, I haven't been sleeping well these past few days. I don't know whether I should report it. I think someone burning an envelope in the middle of the night must be a spy, but I'm also worried about such a big thing. If I make a mistake and wrongly accuse someone, it would be bad."