Siheyuan: After I moved in, the compound became a mess

Autumn of the sixty-second year.

Four Nine Cities.

Wangjialou Village on the outskirts of the city, threshing ground.

Early in the morning, a group of members of the second production team were busy with the autumn harvest.

The difficult period has just passed a little, and everyone's faces are filled with the joy of harvest.

The young man in a white coat and a white towel around his neck squatted slightly, grabbed a large hemp bag filled with wheat weighing about 120 to 130 kilograms with both hands, and exerted strength with his arms, waist and abdomen, and with a "hey", he lifted it onto his shoulder.

"Dabao, take it easy, you are still injured."

Seeing this, Aunt Li Er hurriedly dropped the hemp rope that tied the bag, stepped forward and stretched out her hand to support the back of the sack, "There's more, you haven't married yet, stretch your waist again."

"Well, don't worry, Second Aunt. The injuries on your body have almost healed in the past few days."

Wang Dabao shook the sack on his shoulder and said with a smile, "Besides, I'm a twenty-year-old guy, how can I not have this much strength?"

Aunt Li watched Wang Dabao carry the sack onto the mule cart, then turn back to carry the next sack, and stretched out her hand to stop him.

"Dabao, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you weren't like this before. Why are you working so hard today?"

Aunt Li grabbed the corner of her headscarf and wiped the sweat from the back of her neck, then looked at Wang Dabao with a puzzled smile.

"Needless to say, he must have fallen in love with someone's girl, otherwise he wouldn't be so hardworking."

Wang Tiemin, the third uncle of Wang Dabao who was not more than five generations younger than Wang Dabao, put down his work with a smile, took out his cigarette and opened it, "Tell me, is he from our village, or from the village next door?"

Wang Dabao reached out and wiped his forehead. The sweat on his arm made him look glowing in the sunlight.

With his tall stature and handsome face resembling Daniel Wu's, he attracted the attention of several unmarried female members from nearby teams.

Many curious people from the second team also came over.

"Dabao, is what your Third Master said true?"

Second Aunt Li immediately perked up, as if to get to the bottom of it. "Your parents passed away early, so tell Second Aunt about this and she'll help you find a matchmaker."

Wang Dabao waved his hands repeatedly and was about to explain when he heard someone shouting at him at the entrance of the grain field.

"Dabao, is Wang Dabao here? Hurry and ask him to come over."

Wang Dabao looked in the direction of the voice and saw the captain of the second production team. He waved to him hurriedly.

The second captain hurried over, grabbed Wang Dabao's arm and walked out of the threshing ground.

"Hey, captain, why don't you tell me what's going on first?" Wang Dabao stepped on the straw with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and was pulled by the captain. Judging from the other party's anxious look, it was obvious that something big had happened.

Wang Dabao's head was like boiling water.

My predecessor's parents died on the front line early in life.

My predecessor, a martyr's relative, joined the army at the age of sixteen and served the country for seven years. He was discharged from the army last month.

The reason was that he was injured in the waist and abdomen in a border conflict and was not suitable to stay on the front line, so the leader wanted to transfer him to logistics.

In order not to fall behind, Wang Dabao took the initiative to choose to change his career. His superiors reluctantly agreed, but required him to go home and recuperate first, and then arrange a job for him after he recovered.

I have only been here for three days. It seems that in the past month or so, neither my predecessor nor I have made any mistakes. So why is the captain looking for me...

Before he could figure things out, the captain's voice came to his ears.

"Your uncle Wang Zhen was injured at work. I heard it's pretty serious. The steel mill has sent someone to pick you up."

"My uncle got a serious work-related injury. Will the factory pick me up?"

Wang Dabao frowned and immediately searched his previous life's memories.

My father and his four brothers, my eldest uncle, my second uncle and my own parents all died on the battlefield. I do have an uncle who works in the city, but the last time I saw him was before he joined the army, so my memory of him is a little vague.

After all, he has replaced Wang Dabao's identity. Now that his uncle is in trouble, the nephew still has to fulfill his responsibilities.

Following the captain to the threshing ground, a jeep was parked on the side of the road.

A young man was pacing back and forth outside the car, taking puffs of the cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing the captain bringing Wang Dabao out, the young man immediately came forward. After confirming their identities, the jeep carrying Wang Dabao drove quickly towards Sijiu City.

Through a brief conversation with the young man, Wang Dabao learned that his uncle's condition was not optimistic and perhaps this would be the last time the uncle and nephew would see each other.

After entering the hospital, the young man led Wang Dabao to a ward.

When Wang Dabao saw his uncle lying pale and dying on the hospital bed, he couldn't help but be moved.

"Uncle, I'm here."

Wang Dabao squatted in front of the bed and called out softly.

Wang Zhen heard the call and slowly opened his eyes. The moment he saw Wang Dabao, his cloudy eyes gradually brightened.

"Dabao."

Wang Zhen stretched out his hand tremblingly, and Wang Dabao understood and immediately grabbed his uncle's hand.

"Good...good boy." Wang Zhen's eyes were filled with tears. He squeezed Wang Dabao's hand with all his strength, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Dying forever.

Wang Dabao felt complicated and sighed deeply.

In addition to the young man driving the car, there was also a middle-aged man standing nearby.

"Young comrade, please accept my condolences. Master Wang was able to see you before he died, and he was already breathing his last breath."

The middle-aged man walked up and put his hand on Wang Dabao's shoulder, then handed him an envelope and a bunch of keys. "This is the suicide note your uncle left for you, and here are the keys to the house."

Wang Dabao slowly stood up and took the two items.

Just as I was wondering, the middle-aged man in front of me spoke again.

"I am Yang Xinmin, the director of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Your uncle is a good employee of our mill. I feel very guilty about this accident. It was our negligence in management. On behalf of the factory, I would like to express my condolences to you."

Red Star Steel Rolling Mill?

Yang Xinmin?

It sounds very familiar. Could this be the world full of birds in the courtyard?

A hint of shock flashed across Wang Dabao's eyes, but he quickly covered it up with sadness.

Yang Xinmin continued, "Your uncle made a request to the factory earlier, hoping that you could take his shift. I have already agreed on behalf of the factory."

"But I heard that you came back from the army. Maybe the organization has other plans for you. So, let's prepare for both situations. After you handle your uncle's funeral, take a rest first. If you have nothing to do, report to the factory. Then I will send someone to take you to handle the formalities."

"Then I'll trouble Director Yang."

Wang Dabao thanked him and nodded to Yang Xinmin.

The policy stipulates that demobilized soldiers should be resettled in their place of origin as a principle.

Those who live in rural areas are mainly engaged in agricultural production, while those who live in cities will be given priority in employment only if they have certain working abilities or professional skills.

But Wang Dabao is different. He changed his career because of injury.

Perhaps the reason why the organization has not made any arrangements for him is that they want to give him enough time to recover from his injuries.

In this era, it is not easy to change a rural household registration to an urban household registration. I didn’t expect that the uncle was still concerned about his nephew’s job before he died.

Turning to look at his uncle lying on the hospital bed, Wang Dabao felt extremely emotional.

Yang Xinmin looked concerned. "The factory will help you take care of your uncle's funeral. Don't worry. All expenses will be borne by the factory, and you will receive a pension later."

After expressing his condolences to Wang Dabao again, Director Yang led his people away.

Someone from the factory will come to assist Wang Dabao in handling the funeral of his uncle Wang Zhen, and he only needs to go through the motions.

Sitting on the chair, I opened the suicide note left by my uncle.

The first half is the uncle's summary of his life, and the latter part is some instructions and instructions to Wang Dabao.

My uncle once had a wife who shared his joys and sorrows with him, but she passed away early in his life. He never remarried and had no children. He originally planned for his nephew Wang Dabao to take care of him in his old age.

Wang Dabao's parents died early, and his uncle planned to wait for him to return from the army and find a way to bring him to the city.

But before the idea could be realized, an accident happened to me.

This opportunity to take over the shift is a guarantee for his future life left by his uncle.

In addition, there is a house in the courtyard, as well as more than 1,200 yuan and some bills accumulated over the years, hidden in an iron box under the bed.

After closing the suicide note, Wang Dabao stared at the key in his hand for a few seconds.

What a dear uncle!

Now I have everything. I have a job, a house and money. It would be a lie to say I am not excited.

and many more......

Which courtyard house?

Wang Dabao took out the house deed from the envelope again, and it was clearly written on it: No. 95, Nanluoguxiang.