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

In September 1953, on a train bound for Beijing, He Pingan was lying on his bed looking at his harvest of the past five years.

Host: He Pingan

Lifespan: 92

Health: 100

Speed ​​： 100

Strength : 100

Spirit: 100

Space: The US military rations include 3 tons of canned food, sugar, coffee, etc., 2 tons of fresh meat, 5 tons of rice and flour, 20 guns of various types plus a bazooka, 267 large yellow croakers, 651 small yellow croakers, more than 2 US dollars, some watches, jewelry, and a small wooden box containing his medals.

Moonlight: 23

Because of the existence of space and moonlight, He Ping'an completed many seemingly impossible tasks and grew from an ordinary soldier to a regiment commander in less than five years.

However, after being injured in the fifth battle, considering that he would most likely be stationed in the Northeast after the war and thinking of his family in Beijing, He Ping'an did not use Yuehua to heal his wounds but instead took the hospital's diagnosis report to his superiors and asked for a transfer.

Thinking of the reluctance and helplessness in the old commander's eyes when he looked at his application for discharge, He Ping'an felt so guilty that he couldn't express it in words.

"Beijing Station is almost here. Passengers who want to get off please get ready." The announcer's voice brought He Pingan back to reality, and he immediately picked up his belongings and walked towards the door of the carriage.

After getting off the train, He Ping'an followed the crowd out of the train station. Looking at the scene of relatives and friends hugging each other at the waiting area, He Ping'an thought of his family. Since he had been on the battlefield, communication was extremely inconvenient. It was better when he was in China, but when he arrived at the Korean battlefield, due to the crazy bombing of our army's supply lines by the US military, many times even food and ammunition could not be supplied in time, let alone letters. He didn't know how his eldest brother, nephews and nieces were doing?

Thinking of this, He Pingan walked out of the crowd without stopping, and hailed a cart to rush home. Nanluoguxiang is not too far from Beijing Railway Station. After a while, the cart stopped at the gate of No. 95 Siheyuan. He Pingan got off the car, paid the fare and walked into the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the gate, I heard a voice coming from not far away, "Hello, comrade!"

He Pingan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses, well-mannered and thin, walking out of a room nearby and saying

"Hello, comrade. My name is Yan Bugui. I am a teacher at Red Star Primary School. I am the third uncle in the courtyard. Do you need any help?"

He Pingan looked at Yan Bugui walking towards him and found that he was much younger in real life than in the TV series, and he looked more elegant and more like a people's teacher. On second thought, it was right. The plot started in 65, which is still more than ten years away from now. The three-year disaster had not yet happened, and the "Calculation Dao" had not yet been fully developed.

"Comrade, what can I do for you?" Yan Bugui looked at He Ping'an who was staring at him without saying anything and spoke again.

"Hello, Mr. Yan. My name is He Ping'an. I am from the He family of the Central Court. My eldest brother is He Daqing. You can call me Xiao He or Ping'an. I'm sorry that I suddenly remembered some past events just now." He Ping'an replied apologetically.

"He Ping'an? He Daqing's brother? You're not..." Yan Bugui seemed to think of something, but didn't say the rest. Then he quickly added:

"Ping An, your brother He Daqing passed away at the end of 51. Now your nephew and niece are the only ones left in your family."

"Leave, where to?"

"I heard that he followed a widow to Baoding," Yan Bugui replied.

After hearing this, He Ping'an couldn't help but sigh at the power of the plot. At the same time, he felt a little curious. If he wanted to marry the widow, why did he go to protect the city? He could just marry the widow home.

Seeing that He Ping'an didn't say anything, Yan Bugui sighed, "Now Sha Zhu's life will be much better!"

"Silly Zhu?" He Ping'an frowned when he heard the nickname.

"Well, Shazhu is He Yuzhu. It was given by his father He Daqing. Later, when the word spread, everyone started calling him Shazhu," Yan Bugui explained while looking at He Ping'an.

He Ping'an was a little angry after hearing this, but thinking that he had just returned and was not clear about the situation, and that he had plenty of time in the future anyway, he did not say anything more, but turned and walked towards his home in the Central Courtyard.

"Teacher Yan, you hadn't moved in yet when I was in the courtyard. I'm more familiar with this courtyard than you are, so you don't have to follow me." He Ping'an saw that Yan Bugui wanted to follow him, so he stopped him in a cold voice.

Yan Bugui felt a little embarrassed when he saw this, but He Pingan ignored him and continued walking home.

Because it was not time to get off work yet, He Pingan walked into the middle courtyard and saw only a group of women chatting, including Jia Zhang and Yi Zhonghai's wife. Looking at the familiar two people, He Pingan said

"Sister-in-law Jia, Sister-in-law Yi, I haven't seen you for five years. You are getting younger and younger!"

Hearing someone talking, the people who were chatting turned their attention to He Ping'an. Jia Zhang, who was originally chatting enthusiastically, was stunned at first when she saw He Ping'an wearing the PLA military uniform, then ran into the house without looking back and closed the door. Her movements were so fast that she didn't look like a 40-year-old at all.

Seeing this, He Pingan looked at Yi Zhonghai's wife with some confusion. The aunt cursed Jia Zhang for being useless in her heart, but when she thought of her husband and Jia Zhang's calculations, she could only awkwardly change the subject to

"It's Ping An, didn't you go to the army? What's this?"

"I'll be back after the battle," He Pingan replied.

"Sister-in-law Yi, I'm going to go home first. We'll talk after I'm settled." He Ping'an asked Aunt Yi something and went straight home without waiting for Aunt Yi to reply.

Watching He Ping'an leave, a group of women surrounded Auntie and asked, "Auntie, is this the He family's second son and Ping'an? Didn't Jia Zhang say he was dead?"

Seeing this, Auntie didn't say much but went back to her home like Jia Zhangshi. Everyone saw Auntie leave in silence, and thought about what Jia Zhangshi had done to the He family over the past year after He Daqing left. They all knew that the courtyard would be busy, but in the spirit of not caring about it, everyone didn't say much and went home.

The third aunt in the front yard had been eavesdropping on the conversation between He Pingan and Yan Bugui. When she saw Yan Bugui enter the room, she immediately said

"He Ping'an is so rude. He just called me Shazhu. It's not like we are all calling him that. Is it that serious?"

"Okay, stop complaining. It's really my fault. As a teacher, I really shouldn't call others nicknames," Yan Bugui said impatiently.

"But you are still the third uncle of our hospital. Even if He Ping'an is a soldier, you can't just ignore him, right?" The third aunt heard what her husband said and said unwillingly.

"Shut up," Yan Bugui said in a low voice when he saw his wife was about to say something, and then explained

"You didn't see clearly in the room, but I saw it clearly right in front of me. He Ping'an's clothes are not something an ordinary soldier can wear."

"You mean He Pingan is the leader?" Auntie asked in surprise.

"It should be. When the officers gave his family a medal of honor, I specifically asked about his situation. He Ping'an was in high school before he joined the army. Nowadays, high school graduates are intellectuals who can become cadres, not to mention the PLA in 48!" Yan Bugui took a sip of water and continued.

"Besides, even if the clothes are not his, it proves that he has a strong backing. We must make peace with him and not offend him."

"But we have already offended him, should we apologize?" The third aunt asked worriedly after listening to her husband's analysis.

"It's okay. Everyone in the courtyard calls him by his nickname, and I've already apologized. If anyone has offended anyone, they are the Jia family in the middle courtyard, the Yi family, and the Xu family in the backyard. They are the ones we should be worried about."

After hearing this, the three aunts felt relieved. Thinking of what the three families had done, they asked again:

"Should we remind He Pingan that those three families are not easy to deal with?"

"No need, let's talk about it later. Those three families don't know that He Ping'an has returned, so let's see the situation first." The third uncle turned around and walked out to tend to his flowers and plants.