Siheyuan: Since 51

The two of them each lit a Daqianmen cigarette, walked out of the Dongcheng Police Station and headed towards Beiluoguxiang.

Ren Yongqiang, who was born a soldier, stood straight, took a deep puff of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and asked a question for no reason.

"Zhiyuan, should you die for stealing?"

Lin Zhiyuan felt puzzled. He hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly, "It's not a crime punishable by death, right?"

"But can you tell me?"

Ren Yongqiang sighed, "In Dongtangzi Hutong, there was a boy of twelve and a half who stole more than half a bag of corn flour and was beaten to death."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan was shocked and did not respond in a hurry.

Ren Yongqiang was in a bad mood and kicked the gravel on the ground.

"The owner didn't want to steal, but cornmeal was his family's staple food. He got so angry that he tried to steal, but ended up failing. The thief didn't want to steal either, but he had a younger brother who was starving."

Flour bags are all made of old white cotton cloth and generally come in two sizes: the large one can hold 40 kilograms, and the small one can hold 20 kilograms.

According to the calculation based on the large bag, half a bag is only 20 kilograms, and half a bag is 30 kilograms. Corn flour costs 900 yuan per kilogram, which means that the tragedy was caused by less than 30,000 yuan.

Lin Zhiyuan had no worries about food and drink, but he also knew that there were too many people struggling to survive. After thinking for a long time, he could only sigh.

"everything will get better!"

When he arrived home, Ren Yongqiang calmed himself down and tried hard to put on a smiling face.

inside the house.

Old Mrs. Deng was lacing up a pair of cotton shoes. When she caught sight of Lin Zhiyuan and Ren Yongqiang, she smiled and waved.

"Zhiyuan, you're here just in time, come here quickly."

Lin Zhiyuan walked forward with a smile, "Grandma Deng, what are you so happy about?"

Mrs. Deng handed over the cotton shoes and said, "Look, how about these shoes?"

Lin Zhiyuan put the "Grandma" in his hand on the table, took it, looked at it carefully, and praised with a smack of his lips: "The stitches are very dense, it's very good, Yongqiang is so lucky!"

Mrs. Deng smiled and raised her eyebrows, "Then you should try it."

"I?"

Lin Zhiyuan was startled and asked suspiciously, "Are you doing this for me?"

Old Mrs. Deng winked mischievously, "Hahaha, are you happy? Surprised? Unexpected? Go ahead and try it to see if it fits."

"That's really great!"

Lin Zhiyuan did not refuse. He sat down on the stool next to him, spread out the shoe uppers with both hands, and smiled, "It will definitely fit. My feet are the same size as your shoes."

Mrs. Deng smiled even more. "What nonsense!"

Just as he was about to take off his shoes, Lin Zhiyuan paused, lifted his feet, and gestured, "The size is just right, this is a treasure, I'll go back and wash my feet before putting them on."

"nice! You love it."

Old Mrs. Deng laughed and said, "I deserve praise today. I didn't bring anything. I'm happy."

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Why didn't you bring it? This book is for you."

Mrs. Deng waved her hand and said, "Well, I can't read, you should take it back."

"Let Yongqiang read it to you." Lin Zhiyuan had already thought about it, "It's okay for Yongqiang to come back, he can chat with you."

After chatting for a while, Lin Zhiyuan said goodbye. Knowing that he had several other people at home, Mrs. Deng did not force him to stay for dinner.

Return to the small courtyard.

In the living room, Qin Huairu and Wu Xia had bitter faces, each holding a book, reading intently.

In the inner room, Lin Manyu, He Yushui and Xu Xiaoling were taking care of little Shufan with loud laughter.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but chuckle, "Wow, you two are abnormal, has little Shufan fallen out of favor?"

Wu Xia looked up and glared, "What do you know? Mr. Shi Hui's new book, Grandma, is worth reading."

Wu Xia deliberately emphasized the word "Shihui".

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned. Before he could say anything, Qin Huairu next to him echoed him.

"That's right, 'Grandma' is so well written, it made me cry."

As he spoke, he snorted with a hint of complaint, "Shi Hui is so annoying, she only knows how to make people cry."

Wu Xia continued leisurely: "That's right, he deserves to be beaten."

Lin Zhiyuan is Shi Hui. Both of them thought that the other didn’t know, but they were able to form a united front. Lin Zhiyuan didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

"A book must have a theme, right? Either emotions, growth, or life... In short, it can't be nothing at all, right? Wouldn't that make it prose?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xiaoying's voice came from behind him.

"Brother Zhiyuan, you are right. That doesn't stop us from blaming him."

Having said that, he walked around Lin Zhiyuan, went straight to the sofa, sat down, and muttered with red eyes.

"I used to think Mr. Shihui's writing style was bold, but now I see that it is also delicate, but too delicate!"

After a few songs were sung, Shi Hui became famous.

As soon as "Little Soldier Zhang Ga" was released, everyone admired Shi Hui's talent.

Today, "Grandma" is a best-seller, especially the song of the same name, which has caused cries and complaints all over the country.

For a long time, Qin Huairu didn't know what was wrong with her. She asked for it every day and was insatiable.

Lin Zhiyuan was in pain and happy at the same time, and felt quite speechless. It was really outrageous that he didn't sing according to the tune.

office.

Lin Zhiyuan is also reading "Grandma". He rereads it several times, thinks about it and summarizes it, so that his writing ability can be improved.

Sun Zhenshan is here.

The two sat down on the sofa and each lit a Daqianmen.

Sun Zhenshan said with a sad face, "Zhiyuan, can you tell your radio studio not to play "Grandma" anymore? It's giving me a headache."

I did say it, but Chu Xiaoying didn't listen!

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and spread his hands, "The internal propaganda team is working normally, so I can't say anything."

Sun Zhenshan glared, "Why is it hard to say? You don't know, my waist is almost broken recently. When I heard about grandma, I felt sick."

Lin Zhiyuan looked suspicious. "Not really, right? Isn't this song bad? Besides, what does it have to do with your waist?"

Sun Zhenshan shook his head and said depressedly, "I'm already 40 years old, and your aunt still wants to have another child. Is this for a third child? This is going to kill me."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "No, what happened to my aunt?"

"It's all because of Shi Hui. With a novel and a song, your aunt wants to be a heroic mother too!"

Lin Zhiyuan felt the same way, but that didn't stop him from joking.

"Then you should work hard, seize the time, and try to make my aunt's wish come true."

Sun Zhenshan glared at him, "You bastard, you are just...just like an old wooden fish in a temple, born to be beaten."

After saying that, he stood up angrily and said, "Remember, don't let it go. It sounds scary!"

If we were to say that the most profound memory of the people in January 54 was that women across the country were like crazy, vowing to be heroic mothers.

Lin Zhiyuan had never thought of this when he wrote the book. It can be considered an unexpected gain!

After Laba Festival, Wu Xia went out early, carrying a sack on her back.

Came to the outside of two alleys.

The jeep was on the side of the road. Hu Yi was standing next to the car. He saw Wu Xia from afar and hurried forward to greet her.

"Commander, you asked me to get it for you!"

Wu Xia smiled and said, "It's okay. It's not like I haven't done hard labor before."

Then he added, "The courtyard where I live is crowded with people and you would stand out if you went there."