The beginning of the silly uncle, the true love is full of the courtyard

After the celebration banquet at the Beijing Hotel, He Ping'an's life returned to peace. As time marched towards 59, He Ping'an's heart became more and more upset. He knew about the three years of natural disasters, but he was powerless and didn't even dare to mention it. The gods held a meeting and the generals fell. What was he, a small pawn, worth?

He Ping'an, who finished the battle at night, lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then exhaled slowly, feeling so comfortable.

"Pa! Where do you put your hands?" Yang Yiyi slapped away He Ping'an's mischievous big hand, her face flushed after the passion, and she rolled her eyes at He Ping'an.

"Habit!" The old couple even have a child, but their wife is still so shy? As a qualified husband, He Pingan felt that he had to help Yang Yiyi get rid of this bad habit.

"Go away! Are you worried about something?" Having been married for so many years, Yang Yiyi knew everything about He Ping'an, especially some of his behavioral habits.

"What can happen to me? What's wrong? Didn't have enough fun just now? Are you going to do it again?" The things He Ping'an knew were all unsolvable. Even if he told Yang Yiyi, it would only cause one more person to worry. He Ping'an thought about making a joke and getting away with it.

"Because of food!" Although Yang Yiyi was asking, her tone was very affirmative.

"How did you know?" He Ping'an looked down at Yang Yiyi in his arms and sighed: It is not a good thing for a woman to be too smart, especially when this woman is his wife.

"Let's go out together. Every time you hear someone say 'food is free to eat', your head will involuntarily lean to the other side. And a few days ago you actually asked your eldest and second brothers to secretly store food. You should know that now every household does not need to cook." Yang Yiyi said calmly.

"The wheat yield per mu is 10,000 or 30,000 jin, the corn is longer than a horse carriage, and the pumpkin is taller than a person. The sweet potato yield has reached an astronomical figure of 100,000 jin per mu! Damn it! I haven't read much, so I really don't know how to describe it except to say "fuck!" He Ping'an complained in a low voice about the news he had seen recently.

"During the Anti-Japanese War, the central government put forward the slogan of 'do it yourself and have enough food and clothing'. At that time, I also farmed the land, and the wheat yield per mu was not even 300 kilograms, let alone 30,000 kilograms. Generally, it was only 100 to 200 kilograms, and you had to take good care of it."

"But I have also interviewed many rural areas. Generally speaking, our country's grain yield per mu has indeed been increasing in recent years. Let's not talk about my second brother, their small restaurant has been converted into a public canteen. Why do you let your eldest brother also store grain?" Yang Yiyi looked at He Pingan in confusion.

"You saw what those people did when we were eating in the public canteen. It's not enough to just eat, they just throw away the leftover half of the steamed bun. No matter how much food there is, it can't stop such a mess! As for why they hoard food, it's very simple. Didn't 'Old Stingy Yan' in our front yard start to secretly take food home again?" Thinking of Yan Bugui's outrageous actions, He Ping'an's mouth curled up slightly, and his inner annoyance was relieved a lot.

"Go away, you are such a bad guy! But Teacher Yan is really...hasn't he changed? Why did he steal food again?" Yan Bugui is really amazing. Even Yang Yiyi, who has seen the "big world", doesn't know how to describe him.

It turns out that Yan Bugui specially made himself a brand new set of equipment when the public canteen was first opened. In short, he changed all his things into oversized ones. A teacup the size of half a thermos, a lunch box the size of a human head, and the most abnormal thing was his jacket pockets, the two pockets almost covered the hem of his jacket, and those who didn't know would think it was a bellyband!

You know what, relying on this method, Yan Bugui brought home a lot of rice, flour, grain and oil. After all, they were eating from the same pot, and no one wanted to be a bad guy, so they just let him do it and just take it as a sight. Yan Bugui didn't care about it, and continued to take it home as usual.

The reason why he stopped halfway was not because Yan Bugui had a change of heart. It was because Yan Bugui wanted to avoid the name of "old stingy" falling into the hands of others. The cloth used for the two pockets was the old clothes that Yan Jiekuang could no longer wear. According to the family tradition of the Yan family, Yan Bugui would naturally not buy new clothes for Yan Jiekuang. The clothes he wore were inherited from Yan Jiefang, and Yan Jiefang's clothes were also Yan Jiecheng could no longer wear.

"Three years new, three years old, three years of mending", the slogan of our party's hard work and simplicity, was finally carried forward by Yan Bugui, and even doubled. The cloth that has been used for nearly 20 years is still for children to wear. Its current state can be imagined.

The cloth, which had withstood many tests, could not escape Yan Bugui's "destruction" in the end. One day at noon, after Yan Bugui filled a "bellyband" with rice, it "went on strike" and the rice was scattered all over the floor. Yan Bugui was killed on the spot. It is said that several people with low sense of humor were sent to the hospital. One piece of cloth pierced three people and people died... That was the end of the story. The piece of cloth had been with the Yan family through ups and downs for twenty years, so it was considered a "death for what it deserved". Maybe it was the only sense of shame, or Yan Bugui also felt that rice, flour, grain and oil were useless. Anyway, Yan Bugui, who made a fool of himself, did not take anything from the canteen for a long time.

As for how He Ping'an knew that Yan Bugui had returned to his old ways, this is all thanks to our 'Sister Shui'!

In February 1958, the Central State Council issued a directive to eliminate the four pests, namely flies, mosquitoes, rats, and sparrows, in ten years or even shorter. Of course, sparrows were later rehabilitated. As a result, all institutions and groups across the country launched a vigorous campaign to eliminate the four pests, and schools were no exception.

Since He Yushui was "thundered" by the director last time, her study affairs have been fully entrusted to Yang Yiyi, and naturally she can no longer "get along" with her classmates like before. In the long run, her reputation as the "Sister Shui" of Public Security Primary School has been completely lost. When He Yushui was distressed about this, the school suddenly issued a task to eliminate rats.

This gave He Yushui hope of regaining his reputation, and he hurriedly found helpers and prepared to do something big. He Yushui acted like a general, and with a few girls, he successfully trapped a mouse in a corner. Unfortunately, he overestimated his courage: seven to one, a complete defeat!

The heroine was a rookie who had just made her debut and had failed in the martial arts world. Naturally, she was unwilling to give up. After telling her friends that she would surprise them tomorrow, she hurried home. While everyone in the courtyard was eating in the public canteen, she ran back early and secretly placed mousetraps bought with her own "secret fund" in places where mice often appeared. For the reputation she had worked so hard to build, the heroine was also fighting hard!

So when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, they could hear screams of "Ouch, my oil, ouch..." coming from the front yard, mixed with wails of pain and heartache, which made people cry and instantly woke up everyone who was sleeping. This also exposed the fact that Yan Bugui was still doing his old business.