Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Unless you are an acquaintance of the Chang family, you generally won’t notice that something is missing from the two houses of the Chang family recently.

Chang Zhengyang spent several days moving away the precious things in his home, such as antiques, calligraphy and paintings, rare ancient books, various gadgets in his collection, and even the precious wood in his father's warehouse.

Don’t think that those little kids who smash, loot and rob really don’t know anything. Many people take advantage of this situation to fish in troubled waters and secretly steal a lot of good things from other people’s homes.

There is no surveillance these days, and it is very easy to steal some good things without anyone noticing in the chaos.

What the hell? A large number of calligraphy and paintings were burned, purple trembling wood furniture was burned as firewood, the consignment shop was full of golden nanmu and huanghuali furniture, and the recycling station was full of discarded antiques...

Whoever believes it is a fool?

Chang Zhengyang has found a lot of good things in the ghost market over the years. Why are there good things in the ghost market?

Nonsense, most of the things there are not of legitimate origin, they are basically stolen from other people's homes by the monks on the street.

This is why it took Chang Zhengyang several days to move all the things away. If he hadn't cleaned it up, he would have been shocked to find that he had bought and exchanged quite a few things in the past few years.

This made him a little worried about the cave in Yulong Mountain, so he spent a few more days digging a secret room in the cave and made sure all the disguises were done before he felt relieved.

In October, the old man finally took action. His action shocked the world and the situation suddenly became tense.

The situation was better in 66. By 67, young people from all over the country gathered on the streets. They rushed past in groups, shouting slogans that shook the earth.

Schools, factories, and even many government agencies have all stopped working, and there are endless meetings every day.

"What the hell, what's that thing in his bangs? He can't even read a few words. He's a bastard, but he suddenly became the team leader. I don't even work at the steel mill anymore, and he just asked me to explain the past. What should I explain? What's there to explain?"

Xu Damao ran to Yard 76 and started complaining to Chang Zhengyang who was practicing boxing in the yard.

"Zhengyang, what's going on? You're a prominent figure in our area, you have to say something!"

Chang Zhengyang closed his eyes, feeling the pulse deep in the earth beneath his feet, and did not respond to Xu Damao's words.

Seeing this, Xu Damao approached and whispered, "Zhengyang, if someone like Liu Haizhong can be a team leader and show off his power, can I also take this opportunity to get the editor-in-chief of our newspaper? Maybe I can also become a director..."

"Just do it if you want to."

"Uh, is there a trap here?"

Chang Zhengyang opened his eyes, put away his fists, looked at Xu Damao and said, "An opportunity to open your mouth, an opportunity to close your mouth, an opportunity that anyone can see, an opportunity that anyone can get involved in, is it still an opportunity?"

Xu Damao was surprised and doubtful when he heard this: "Am I supposed to just sit there and watch?"

Chang Zhengyang shook his head and said, "I'm not asking you to just sit there and watch. You have to actively participate and shout slogans, but you have to use civil rather than military means. You have to take care of comrades with good reputations in private. Only in this way, you will not be liquidated in the future, but will be reused instead."

"Will be liquidated? Impossible?"

Xu Damao's eyes widened in shock. Seeing this, Chang Zhengyang sneered and said, "Who started this movement?"

Xu Damao subconsciously said: "Old man!"

Chang Zhengyang continued, "Then how many years do you think the old man can live?"

"Hey, isn't there still the Crown Prince?"

"Do you think he looks like someone who will live a long life?"

Xu Damao was silent. He understood what Chang Zhengyang meant. When a person is gone, his influence will fade away. Even if he is an old man, once he is gone, the people behind him will definitely stop the movement.

"I understand what you mean. If we only focus on literature and not martial arts, I'm afraid we will suffer a loss!"

"When you have nothing to do, play with my third brother and the others. You can't beat them with force, but you can't call for help!"

Xu Damao's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, it's the Spring Breeze Combat Team. Tsk tsk, Zhengyang, have you been prepared for this?"

Chang Zhengyang smiled without saying anything. Xu Damao chuckled twice and left quickly.

After Chang Zhengyang watched him leave, his smile gradually disappeared and he let out a long sigh.

"Grandpa, you are burning your own life!"

Chang Zhengyang closed his eyes and didn't want to think about such bad things anymore.

If the old man is willing to spend his later years in peace, he can help him live another 30 years. It's a pity that the old man is over 70 years old and still has to work more than ten hours a day. Young people can't handle this kind of work intensity, let alone an old man in his seventies!

According to Chang Zhengyang's estimation, he could at most extend the old man's life by five years, and he could do nothing more than that.

Including Zhou Gong. Although he had removed the tumor in Zhou Gong's body in advance, Zhou Gong worked harder than the old man and often only slept three or four hours a day. If Zhou Gong had not once studied under the great hero of Tianjin and learned authentic internal martial arts, plus the best medical conditions, according to his work intensity, most people would have died long ago.

Even so, according to Chang Zhengyang's own most optimistic estimate, he would be lucky if he could extend Duke Zhou's life by ten years.

……

"Hello, Team Leader Liu!"

"Yes, it's Xiao Jia. You are doing a good job as a warehouse manager. You are serious and responsible. Keep it up."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely follow your instructions!"

Liu Haizhong walked back with his hands behind his back. When he met workers from the steel rolling mill who greeted him along the way, he would nod modestly, and if he met someone he knew, he would give them a lecture.

When he passed by No. 76 Yard, he saw two cute children chasing and playing in the yard, and a gloomy look flashed across his eyes.

He will never forget why his steward was missing.

Although Yi Zhonghai didn't say it at the beginning, he gradually figured it out afterwards. The only person in their alley who could make Yi Zhonghai, an old man with no family, feel intimidated and who also disliked Liu Haizhong, was the eldest son of the Chang family.

"Director Chang? Pah, I'll raid your house tomorrow. You eat delicious food every day, you must be corrupt."

Liu Haizhong muttered to himself and was secretly angry. He knew that many people in Nanluoguxiang disliked the Chang family. It seemed that he had to have a talk with them tonight.

"Bad guy, why are you always staring at our house?"

Maybe he had been standing at the gate of the yard for too long. Just when Liu Haizhong was thinking about who to contact, two children rushed out of the yard, one holding a small wooden pistol and pointing it at Liu Haizhong.

Damn it, the Chang family members are really not good people!

Liu Haizhong's face froze, and he was about to curse, but when he saw that everyone in the alley was looking at him, he immediately forced a smile and said, "I'm not a bad guy, I'm your Grandpa Liu!"