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Chapter 360 Zhang Weiguo!!

After a few minutes, Zhang Shenfei nodded: "Okay, brother, if you don't want to say it, I won't force you. Although you didn't grow up with Uncle Wang, you have only been in the city for ten years.

But we brothers have been in contact over the years. Not to mention the lifelong friendship between my uncle Wang and my father, just talking about you, I believe in your character. "

Zhuzi's eyes moved when he heard this. Back then, he went to the city with his biological mother Maizi. His biological mother was cut open by Long Danniu and had to get seven or eight stitches. It was Zhang Shenfei who personally sent her to the hospital. He always remembered this friendship.

Pulling himself away from the past, Zhuzi looked at Zhang Shenfei for confirmation: "Then brother... three days later?"

"I'm going to Fangshan tomorrow. I'll be back the day after tomorrow and we'll go to Luoquan'er Hutong on time three days later." Zhang Shenfei gave him the confirmation and patted his shoulder. "Let's go. Your sister Xiaozao is in the late stage of pregnancy and is in a very bad condition. She needs someone by her side."

After the two separated, Zhang Shenfei got on the bicycle, stepped on the pedals hard, and the bicycle immediately shot out like a sharp arrow.

Normally, when it comes to such a big matter as finding Eunuch Li's treasure, one must be cautious, careful, and cautious.

If someone else said to him today, "I want to find treasure with you, I have reasons to do it with you, but I won't tell you," he would definitely suspect that the other person had other intentions and would tell him to get out.

But Wang Zhuzi is different. This kid inherited Wang Mantang's honesty and loyalty, but he is more tactful than him and knows how to adapt to circumstances.

It was because of this in the original drama of "Q Family" that he was doing much better than his father Wang Mantang.

But no matter how high he reaches, Wang Zhuzi never forgets his original intention towards work, family, the Party and the people.

What he said just now about the friendship between father and son was just a polite remark. In fact, it was because of the God's perspective that Zhang Shenfei was willing to believe him.

It was already early morning when we returned to Nanluoguxiang, and the courtyard had already been locked.

Zhang Shenfei held the door handle and knocked gently. Yan Bugui's slightly alert voice soon came from inside: "Who is it in the middle of the night? "

"Uncle Yan, it's me, Dafei." Zhang Shenfei's voice was a little soft, but he kept it within the range that Yan Bugui could hear.

Soon there was a rustling sound from inside, the sound of Old Yan's door opening, followed by some hurried footsteps.

With a creak, the door opened and Yan Bugui came out with a flashlight: "Da Fei, why did you come back just now? I slept through it all???"

"Well, isn't there something going on at Uncle Wang's house? I'll go over there." Zhang Shenfei said casually.

Yan Bugui knew that the Uncle Wang he was talking about was Wang Mantang, and he muttered that the tile stove that Wang Mantang had made for their family was indeed very useful.

"That Wang Mantang has real skills... I think that clay stove can send me away..."

Zhang Shenfei casually agreed and said, "Uncle Yan, please open the door for me. Go back to sleep."

"Okay, I'm going back now. You should go to bed early too." After saying this, Yan Bugui yawned and went home with the flashlight in his hand.

Zhang Shenfei tiptoed to his own room. The door was not locked and opened with a slight push.

After entering the room, he tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up. His original intention was not to wake up Tian Xiaozao, but while he was washing his face, he heard a sound from the kang.

"Dafei, are you back?" It was Tian Xiaozao's voice.

"Did I disturb you?" Zhang Shenfei wiped the water droplets from his face and asked.

"No." Tian Xiaozao said as she turned over and got off the kang: "I was planning to get up at night..."

"Don't move, I'll wipe your face and help you." After Zhang Shenfei said that, he took a towel from the towel rack beside him, quickly wiped his face, and hung the towel back.

They don't use a wash basin because they have a wash basin. The towel rack is also specially made, removing the space for the wash basin.

After quickly walking to the bedroom, Zhang Shenfei helped Tian Xiaozao get her shoes, asked her to put them on, and then helped her walk towards the bathroom.

In the late stages of pregnancy, the baby is too big to press on the bladder, causing the pregnant woman to urinate frequently and urgently.

Tian Xiaozao now has to get up four or five times every night.

Every time this happened, Zhang Shenfei would be glad that he had built a toilet at home. Although he couldn't use the toilet, it was always more convenient to urinate in the middle of the night.

After Tian Xiaozao finished going to the toilet, Zhang Shenfei lent a hand and helped her onto the bed.

The couple lay down. Tian Xiaozao was not sleepy because he had already taken a nap, and Zhang Shenfei was not sleepy either, so the two of them chatted casually.

Hearing about the household affairs of Old Wang's family, Tian Xiaozao couldn't help but sigh that every family has its own problems.

Then she said that girls hold up half the sky, and if Uncle Wang still didn't agree to let Zhuier go to college, she would go to his house in person to do ideological work.

Although she is young, she has become a street activist since liberation and followed Yang Hongying to deal with mass issues.

Later, he joined the neighborhood committee and was promoted to the position of deputy director of the street office. He was able to handle this type of family problems with ease.

Plus,
She had no chance to go to school before liberation, and after liberation she was able to shake off her illiteracy through self-study.

I have a greater liking for girls like Zhuier who are eager to make progress, and I always want to help them if I can.

"You? You're so pregnant, you'll scare Uncle Wang to death if you come to his house." Zhang Shenfei laughed and casually touched Tian Xiaozao's bulging belly.

"It would be better to scare him. If he doesn't agree, I will pretend to have a stomachache and sit in their house holding my stomach. Then he will have no choice but to agree." Tian Xiaozao covered her mouth and laughed secretly, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes.

"You..." Zhang Shenfei scratched her nose lovingly, "You've always had a lot of tricks since you were little. But Uncle Wang doesn't really need you. I've already talked to him and Auntie, and they've agreed to let Zhuier take the high school entrance exam first. After the results are out, we can talk about going to high school, technical secondary school, or joining the ancient building team."

"That's good." Tian Xiaozao let out a long sigh and looked at Zhang Shenfei curiously, "Da Fei, can Zhuier really be as amazing as Lin Huiyin in the future???"

She didn't know Lin Huiyin before, but when she heard Zhang Shenfei talk about her achievements, her heart was suddenly filled with admiration.

Zhang Shenfei: "There is only one Lin Huiyin every few hundred years. How can Zhuier compare to her so easily? I am just painting a rosy picture for Uncle Wang and the others. But Zhuier has talent. Even if she can't reach that level, she can still do well in the construction industry."

After the couple finished talking about this, they talked about naming their child.

Zhang Shenfei pondered for a moment and said, "Why not call him Weidong?"

The eldest is called Handong and the second is called Weidong. These names are of good origin and no one can say anything about them.

"Weidong is good, but there are too many people with this name now..." Tian Xiaozao hesitated.

The surname Zhang is a common surname to begin with, and the name Weidong is now used by many people. There are more than a dozen Weidongs in their street alone in recent years, not to mention the entire Sijiu City and the entire Country Z.

Zhang Shenfei hugged Tiantian Xiaozao, touched a part of his body that was growing bigger and bigger, kneaded it and thought: "Why not call him Weiguo?"

"Defend the country! This is a good name, let's call it that!!!" Tian Xiaozao's eyes suddenly lit up, and in excitement she slapped away Zhang Shenfei's claws that were touching her body, "What are you doing? I'm about to give birth."

"What are you doing? Can't I just touch it?" Zhang Shenfei touched his nose.

Even if I just indulge myself, I'm still criticized. I don't look like Chen Xueru at all...

Ah, thinking of this, a hint of embarrassment suddenly flashed in his eyes.

It seems that the purpose of going to Daqianmen today was to visit Chen Xueru and Zhang Handong? ?
Damn, how could I be so busy dealing with Lao Wang’s family’s affairs that I completely forgot about this matter! ! ! !

Fortunately, I didn't inform Chen Xueru in advance, so the rich woman wouldn't wait for me all night.

After returning from Fangshan, Zhang Shenfei went to visit the rich woman again. After chatting with Tian Xiaozao for a while, the couple hugged each other and fell asleep.

Early the next morning,
After getting up and washing up, Zhang Shenfei took Tian Xiaozao to the snack bar, ordered soy milk and two sesame cakes, found a table and chairs, and started eating and drinking.

Since the year 1960, the sale of oily foods such as fried dough sticks and fried dough rings is no longer allowed.

I always feel that bean juice and sesame cakes are a little lacking in flavor, but we have to make do with them.

Eat and drink

After sending Tian Xiaozao to the street office, Zhang Shenfei waited for the fat man at the intersection of Gulou East Street and Nanluoguxiang.

We agreed on this yesterday when we were drinking that Fatty wanted to go to Fangshan to deliver some goods, and we could give him a ride.

From 1952 to now, nearly ten years have passed.
The number of bicycles owned in the city has increased significantly, as it is now the rush hour for people going to work.

The streets are full of workers, wearing green or blue work clothes or military uniforms, riding bicycles, shuttling on the road, rushing on their way to work.

This is somewhat similar to Zhang Shenfei's impression of how workers in later generations go to work, but also quite different.

These people have energetic smiles on their faces and their eyes are full of expectations and yearning for life.

Although they were not well fed and were all very thin, their spirits were much better than those of the workers in later generations, and their heads were full of thick, dark hair.

Zhang Shenfei observed for more than ten minutes, but did not see the kind of workers in later generations who were full of class smell, with sparse hair and looked like zombies, regardless of gender.

There are also the children going to school, each of them carrying a schoolbag, with smiles on their faces, humming the song "The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me".

There are no cram schools, no homework, no parents who push their children too hard, and no need to study as soon as you open your eyes.

This kind of state makes people feel full of hope.

I don’t know how many minutes later, the roar of the Liberation CA10 came from the distance. Zhang Shenfei struck a handsome pose and waved at the car.

There is no such thing as random parking of motor vehicles these days.

The fat man stepped on the accelerator and the car sped towards Zhang Shenfei.

He slammed the brakes at the right position, and the big Jiefang made a squeak and stopped firmly in front of Zhang Shenfei, attracting countless passers-by to look at him and talk about it.

"Damn it, why don't you just hit me to death?" Zhang Shenfei got into the car and really wanted to kick him.

"What good would it do me to kill you?" The fat man snorted and looked at Zhang Shenfei's empty hands again, "Aren't you going to bring something back to my uncle's house?"

He and Zhang Shenfei grew up together since they were young, and because he had no relatives in his family, he couldn't help but treat Zhang Shenfei's relatives as his own.

He felt that since they were all his uncle's nephews, he could find fault with Zhang Shenfei.

Zhang Shenfei patted his pockets and said, "Do you even need to tell me that? Do you think I'm Yan Laoxi? See? These are all food coupons from all over the country!!!"

"Good deeds!" The fat man started the car and told Zhang Shenfei while steering the wheel that there was a bag of flour in the back of the car that he brought for his uncle.

"Remember, when you get there, you must tell your uncle that it was me who gave it to him." He emphasized again and again.

"What do you mean? Do you suspect that I want to take credit for your work?" Zhang Shenfei took out a cigarette box, took out two Daqianmen cigarettes, stuffed one into the fat man's mouth, and held the other in his own mouth.

"Hmm, the fact that I think of you this way proves that the organization knows you very well." The fat man's voice was a little unclear, and he gestured to Zhang Shenfei to light a cigarette for him.

"You know shit!" Zhang Shenfei cursed with a smile, then took out a match and lit cigarettes for the two of them.

The great liberation army left the old city and headed towards Fangshan.

When traveling short distances, the fat man usually travels alone, and only when traveling long distances does he have an assistant.

He is a chatterbox and it is inevitable that he will feel bored when he goes out alone.

This time, with Zhang Shenfei around, the two of them joked around and smoked, and they didn't feel the time was so unbearable.

When the car arrived at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, the fat man was even a little reluctant to leave.

Zhang Shenfei said in a sly voice, "What's the matter? Now you know how good your brother is? You want me to accompany you, but it's too late?"

"What kind of lewd words are you talking about? Just get out of here." The fat man rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and drove the man away.

After getting off the car, Zhang Shenfei started climbing the mountain, carrying the flour given by the fat man.

This time, my luck was not so good. I walked on the road for an hour before I finally caught a ride on a donkey cart.

After getting off the bus, we walked for more than half an hour.

When he could see the valley where Qianjiazhuang was located from afar, Zhang Shenfei took out the things he had brought for his uncle and the others from the space, carried the bag of noodles given by the fat man on his back, carried his own things, and headed towards Qianjiazhuang.

Crossing the small bridge over the dried-up stream, Zhang Shenfei saw an old lady sitting under a big willow tree.

"You are... the nephew of Mr. Sen's family?" The old lady saw Zhang Shenfei, squinted her eyes and looked at him for a long time before saying.

"It's me. How are you, old lady?" Zhang Shenfei walked over and smiled politely.

"Very good, I haven't seen you for a while. But there is no one at your uncle's house right now." The old lady said, "Your uncle and aunt are working in the fields. Your cousin is training militia at the commune headquarters.

Do you know the regiment headquarters? It is where the commune cafeteria used to be. "

In vain? Zhang Shenfei was slightly startled: "Old lady, then I will go to the regiment to find my cousin and store the things with you, okay?"

After getting the old lady's consent, Zhang Shenfei put down everything on his shoulders and in his hands, said "excuse me", and turned away.

When he was studying water turbine pumps with Tong Luoyang and others, he had eaten in the Youth Commune canteen and was quite familiar with this route.

After arriving,

I found that there were already a lot of people gathered in the open space for training.

The steel rolling mill also has a militia organization. Zhang Shenfei has seen them training before, and the security department is mainly responsible for it.

But this was the first time he had seen a militia group like the commune without professional guidance.

Nowadays, everyone is a soldier is not just an empty slogan.

Militia training is military training, and militia organizations at all levels are not just for show.

(End of this chapter)