Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

Yang Cuiyun was so happy to see the father and father come back so early today. In the past few days, she was worried every night, afraid that something might happen to the father and father, and then she would really not be able to live.

In the evening, she opened a can of meat, fried a plate of eggs, and heated a pot of wine for Yi Zhonghai. She felt that the two of them were too tired in the past few days, working and working overtime, so they needed to eat something good to replenish their energy.

Yang Cuiyun is very sincere to the father and son. Yi Ping'an feels that if he really does not provide for Yang Cuiyun in her old age, it would be very conscienceless. Even a mother might not do this. Just look at Liu Haizhong's daughter-in-law Li Cailan.

After dinner, Yi Ping'an helped to clean up the dishes, but Yang Cuiyun still tried to stop him. In her opinion, this was what women should do. Men earn money outside to support the family and have to do housework when they get home. That means women are useless and cannot serve men well.

Yi Zhonghai watched the interaction between the mother and the daughter. He didn't say anything, just watched with a smile. This was also an opportunity Yi Zhonghai created for the two of them to get along with each other.

Ping An is his biological son, and he will definitely be taken care of in his old age, but Yang Cuiyun is his stepmother. If he dies before Yang Cuiyun, and Yi Ping An and Yang Cuiyun don't get along well, then Yang Cuiyun's life will be difficult.

So now, while my son is still young, letting them get closer to each other will also provide some protection for Yang Cuiyun.

I have to say that Yi Zhonghai thought too much. Of course, he didn't know about the future development of society. You don't have to take care of your elderly yourself. As long as you have money, you can hire as many nannies as you want, and they will serve you like a ancestor.

After cleaning up, the family of three sat down and chatted. They had been leaving early and coming back late these days, and hadn't had a good chat.

"I have bought more than 50 kilograms of grain in the past few days, including coarse grains and fine grains, but not many coarse grains. Most of the grains I bought are fine grains." Yang Cuiyun said in a low voice and began her daily routine reporting work.

"No one discovered it, right?" Yi Zhonghai asked.

"No, I was very careful and put the food bags downstairs before bringing them back." Yang Cuiyun replied.

"Auntie, you must remember not to buy it in one place, as it will arouse suspicion." Yi Ping'an also reminded.

Yang Cuiyun smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've gone to Xicheng District, no one knows me."

"That's good." Yi Zhonghai nodded.

"By the way, boss, the second courtyard at the intersection of Jiaodaokou is being renovated, and there are soldiers coming in and out. It seems like they are moving. I don't know which government office they are." Yang Cuiyun remembered something and said to the father and son.

"Jiaodaokou?" Yi Zhonghai thought for a moment and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

But Yi Ping'an knew that it must be the Jiaodaokou Sub-district Office, and it would soon be the era of sub-district office management.

The subdistrict office has been established, so how long will it take for the uncle in charge to take charge? I don’t know if his father will still be keen on being an uncle.

Thinking of this, he looked at his father. That look made Yi Zhonghai unable to look at him.

Yi Zhonghai: What are you looking at?

Yi Ping'an: I think you look like my father.

"Do you know?" Yi Zhonghai asked Yi Ping'an.

Alas, your father is your father, and Xiao Jiaqiao can never defeat the thief from your hometown!

Yi Ping'an touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, I am also a person from later generations, and I am no younger than you. How come I can't do it?

"It should be the street office." Yi Ping'an said in a low voice.

"Street Office? What does it do?" Yang Cuiyun also asked in a low voice. She had realized that as long as she spoke in a low voice, no one else would know. She was used to it.

The father and son, one is an old fox and the other is a young fox, neither of them is a good match, and she is like a fool.

If Yi Pingan knew she was thinking this, he would definitely say: I am not! I didn’t! Don’t talk nonsense!

"The Street Office is responsible for managing us. From now on, we will all be under the management of the Street Office, not the Military Control Commission. Their functions are similar to those of the Military Control Commission. There is no need to be afraid of this." Yi Ping'an gave a brief introduction.

"Oh, that's okay." Yang Cuiyun felt relieved when she heard this.

"Aunt, what I want to tell you is that now that the street office has been established, the tickets will not be far away."

"Ah? Then I have to hold on tight, otherwise I'll feel uneasy. I won't be worried if I have food in my hands." Yang Cuiyun became nervous again.

"Don't worry, safety comes first. We are still here for you two." Yi Ping'an comforted her. He said that one woman should not be left to shoulder all the family affairs.

Then he turned around and said to Yi Zhonghai, "Dad, I'm going out tonight. You don't have to hold the door open for me. I'll go through the cross-courtyard side."

"no!"

"Be careful!"

The couple spoke at the same time, but their meanings were completely different. Yang Cuiyun didn't want her son to take any risks.

Yi Zhonghai thought that if his son could grow up on his own, how could he not have some abilities? There were no weak men in their Yi family, and the same went for his children. Although he was worried, he believed in his son and the bloodline of the Yi family.

"Boss, you..." Yang Cuiyun was interrupted by Yi Zhonghai before she could finish her words.

"You have to believe in Ping An. If he doesn't have some ability, he won't be able to grow up on his own." Yi Zhonghai comforted Yang Cuiyun, and also comforted himself.

"But...ah, you must be careful!" Yang Cuiyun warned again.

Yi Ping'an nodded and comforted her: "Aunt, don't worry, I started going up the mountain when I was four or five years old. When I was eight or nine years old, I dared to go deep into the mountains. Otherwise, my mother and I would not have survived at that time. Don't worry, I know my limits."

Yi Ping'an said it lightly, but the couple's hearts were torn and ached. How desperate would they be to let a child dare to go into the mountains?

So, the person who loves you will feel sorry for you no matter what you do, and the person who doesn’t love you will not feel sorry for you no matter how hard you try.

"Then I'll go back first. You guys should go to bed early." Yi Ping'an said as he stood up.

"Ping An, be careful!" the couple both urged.

Yi Pingan nodded and went back to his room, ready to go out at night. In fact, he wanted to explore. There were many dilapidated courtyards. Since he was here, he had to take a look, otherwise he would feel unwilling.

Yi Ping'an took a nap in the space. When he came out and looked at the watch, it was half past eleven, which was now. He sensed the yard and found that everyone except his father and aunt was asleep.

He tiptoed out of the door, reached the small moon gate, and jumped to the cross courtyard. After a few jumps, he reached the street. Then he searched the uninhabited courtyards nearby.

I have to say, there are really a lot of good stuff. It looks like they have been buried for a long time. Some of them are buried quite deep, more than 20 meters. I have collected six or seven boxes of different sizes. I don’t have time to look at them, so I will collect them first.

When he turned to Juer Hutong, he found something else. Like this courtyard, the outside looked like it was going to collapse, but the stuff in the basement made him excited. What was it? A radio.

Nowadays, few ordinary people know this thing. After all, they are not professionals, so how can they know it? But for Yi Ping'an in later generations, he has watched many spy and war movies, so who hasn't seen this thing?

I searched around, but there was no one.

I entered the space and used spatial perspective to draw the courtyard inside and out, especially the basement, which was drawn in great detail.

He didn't dare to touch the things inside. What if something broke? He didn't need that little bit of money. He had plenty of ways to get money. He couldn't do anything in such a big issue, which would easily mislead the thinking of the investigators.

After leaving the space, I ran all the way. I didn't dare to go to the police station because the guards there were insufficient and had little power, so I went directly to the Public Security Bureau.

When he arrived at the Public Security Bureau, he took out the drawing, picked up a small stone and put it in his bag. Then, he exerted force and ran towards the window of the duty room. He heard a "pop" sound, confirming that the stone had entered the room. Without saying a word, Yi Ping'an started running. With his lightness skill, no one could catch up with him.

He ran to the cross-yard in one breath and sat on the blue bricks in the yard. Yi Ping'an's heart was pounding. He hadn't done such an exciting thing in years. The last time was when he stole the armory.

Yi Ping'an smiled silently and looked up at the night sky. Wow, there are so many stars, twinkling, so beautiful!

After calming myself down, I looked at the watch and saw it was half past one. I quickly took out from the space, fifty kilograms of millet and fifty kilograms of cornmeal, all of which were finely processed. I also took out a small basket of eggs, about sixty of them, and two kilograms of lard. That's enough, that's all.

With food in one hand and eggs and lard in the other, he checked the yard again. Hmm, no one came out, good. He jumped into the yard and landed silently. He walked a few steps to the door of his house and knocked twice on the glass of his father's room.

Then I heard a tiny voice coming from the room. Fortunately, Yi Ping'an had good hearing, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hear it.

"Safe?" It was his father's voice.

“Knock…knock…” Without saying anything, he knocked twice more.

Then he heard someone getting down to the ground. Yi Ping'an came to the door and the door opened gently without making any sound. Yi Ping'an slipped into the house.

His father was holding a flashlight wrapped in a piece of cloth and was about to get off the kang. His aunt opened the door for him and followed him.

Yi Zhonghai turned on the flashlight and saw that his son's work this time was equivalent to Yang Cuiyun's work in half a month.

"Are you okay?" Yi Zhonghai asked.

"It's okay. I also ordered 50 kilograms of rice and 50 kilograms of flour. I'll pick them up the day after tomorrow night." Yi Ping'an said.

"Well, go to bed now, you have to work tomorrow?"

"Aunt, if you need anything else, please make a list for me so you don't have to run back and forth."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Go to bed now."

Yi Ping'an quietly returned to his room and went to bed.

Yi Zhonghai and his wife hid their things and went to sleep. They couldn't sleep without their son, and they didn't dare to go out to check, so they could only wait. When their son came back safely, they were relieved.

It's finally time to sleep.