Siheyuan: The Era of Struggle

Chapter 13 The second uncle wants to be an official
He Yuanchao threw away the cigarette butts in his hand and briefly told the three of them about his return from another job.

Looking at the different looks in the three people's eyes, Lao He felt that he should speak clearly and not let them have any inappropriate thoughts.

So he added: "I will temporarily live here these days, and I will move there after my house is divided."

The three of them were not surprised that He Yuanchao was assigned a house in the factory. They were all cadres and could not get a house.

What they are thinking about now is He Yuanchao's appointment as security section chief.

There is a factory cadre in the courtyard, which is a good thing for them, and even for the people working in the steel factory in the entire courtyard.

From now on, if I need help with anything, there will be someone I can talk to.

If Lao He knew what they were thinking, Lao He would be able to spit on their faces, "Everyone of them wants something good, why are they so big-faced?"

Among the three of them, the one with bangs is said to be ugly, but people think she is beautiful.He felt that as long as He Yuanchao was well protected, Liu Haizhong's wish for so many years would come true, and he could even imagine what it would be like to be an official in the future.

The more I thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and the more I thought about it, the more Comrade Liu Haizhong felt that he had great hopes, and unconsciously lowered his posture in front of He Yuanchao.

He took out his own cigarettes, nodded and handed one to He Yuanchao. After lighting it himself, he sat upright and told He Yuanchao about the steel rolling mill in the courtyard as if reporting work.

As soon as Liu Haizhong showed his style, He Yuanchao's waist was almost dodged. Even Silly Zhu on the side looked at it and curled his lips.

Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and smiled bitterly.

When He Yuanchao raised his arm to look at his watch for the second time, Liu Haizhong paused after reacting.He smiled awkwardly and said, "It's already so late. I don't want to delay Section Chief He's rest. I'll treat you to a drink someday and we can continue our chat. I'd also like to ask Section Chief He to guide me then." After saying that, he stood up. He stood up and pulled Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui, who were still confused, out of Shazhu's house.

When the three of them left, He Yuanchao, who had a wry smile on his face, glanced at Silly Zhu who was fuming, and neither of them was interested in talking.After washing up as usual, they went to rest.After a good night's sleep, He Yuanchao opened his eyes at dawn, got up and put on his clothes, wiped his face quickly, went outside, opened his posture, and started practicing his fists and kicks seriously.In this somewhat barbaric period, having a little fist and foot around you can still make people feel safe.

When it was daylight, He Yuanchao, who had collected his magical power, returned to the house and heated up the leftovers from last night. The mixed noodles and steamed buns were fine. If the stewed chicken was not eaten clean, it would be spoiled when he came back in the evening.In this day and age, any food is precious, and if it is wasted, it will be scolded.

After heating up the food, he glanced at Silhu, who had just put on his clothes, and was about to ask him to come over for dinner.

Unexpectedly, Shazhu spoke first: "Uncle, you can eat by yourself. I'll go to the factory cafeteria to eat." After saying that, he hurried out the door as if he was chased by a dog.

He Yuanchao didn't care about him. The cook wouldn't be hungry at any time.

After finishing the stewed chicken in a hurry and eating two steamed buns with mixed noodles, Lao He burped comfortably, took out his cigarette and lit it, and smoked happily after the meal.

After smoking, He Yuanchao simply tidied up the room.After checking the time, it was almost time to go to work. He Yuanchao left the house, closed the door, opened the locked bicycle, and pushed out of the courtyard.

There are many pedestrians on the street, only one bicycle can be seen occasionally, and cars are even rarer.If you stand on the street for a day, the most you can see are old-fashioned trucks from various factories, followed by some horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts.Not many cars from government agencies are seen in a day.This is still in Kyoto. In some remote cities, sometimes you can only see a few jeeps a year.

Breathing the air of the 50s.

He Yuanchao rode his bicycle and walked leisurely to the steel rolling mill.After receiving looks of envy, jealousy and hatred all the way, He was a little distracted. Seven or eight hundred meters away from the gate of the steel factory, he was stopped by four angry young men holding wooden sticks.

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