Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

Since we are all mortals, we will have troubles. Often, many people's troubles stem from their own lack of ability or from being perceived as weak by those with ulterior motives.

If you want to avoid trouble, you can only become stronger, or rather, let others see your strength. Whether it's out of resentment or ambition, it doesn't matter.

He Ping'an also wanted to walk up the thirty-two steps, try it out, and see a different view!

How can you know the loneliness at the top if you don't climb high?

He Ping'an's previous attitude, to put it nicely, was one of taking things as they come, but to put it bluntly, it was about getting by. Now that he has other ideas, he naturally wants to give it his all.

The identity of an intelligence officer must be relinquished. In any nation's founding, those without military merit rarely rise to high positions. No matter how significant the contributions of the intelligence system, they are far less valuable than medals earned through real combat on the battlefield.

Furthermore, intelligence personnel face too many restrictions regarding their background. They essentially face two paths: one, a legitimate job in public security; two, continuing as an intelligence agent, shrouded in secrecy. Frontline soldiers, on the other hand, can pursue any career as long as they possess the necessary skills.

As for penicillin, its miraculous effects are truly remarkable, like a long-dormant "forbidden weapon." While its power is immense, it's too superficial; it's only effective when used unexpectedly. To climb those steps, every step must be firmly planted, grounded, allowing no room for shortcuts.

Govern the country with righteousness, wage war with unconventional tactics, and conquer the world without trouble!

What is "righteous"? It is naturally the frontal battlefield, where one is swept up in a hail of bullets.

He Ping'an has decided to apply for a transfer to the Northeast... Instead of heading south to the more difficult Central Plains, he has no choice but to head north to the Northeast where the situation is largely settled.

Regarding the penicillin issue, He Ping'an was considered a rare economic talent by the Northwest bigwigs. Last year, he struggled immensely to take command of the Beiping Action Team; now, going to fight in the Central Plains? No way!

The situation in the Northeast is different. The Northeast Field Army is now strong and well-equipped, and the Kuomintang can only retreat to a few limited major cities, ensuring their safety! Moreover, having taken over such a vast territory in the Northeast, they urgently need talented people to govern it.

With both sides agreeing, there's a high probability the bigwigs will agree to his going to the Northeast. As for how to transition from a local government official to a military cadre? With He Ping'an's skills, it won't be difficult... and the Liaodong-Shenyang war hasn't even started yet!

At Jing'an Bookstore, Luo Chengjun stared at He Ping'an in shock:

"Are you going to Northeast China?"

"Well, I'm getting a bit bored in Beiping, I'd like to go to Northeast China!" He Ping'an's reason was quite convincing...

The agents of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' Operations Section were crippled in the last ambush and will be unable to recover their combat effectiveness in a short time. Therefore, He Ping'an, as the operations team leader, can no longer play a significant role in the intelligence work of the underground Communist Party in Beiping.

The penicillin business has been operating for over a year and has developed a mature system, so even if something goes wrong, he won't be needed.

As he spoke, He Ping'an leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and casual, but his eyes, like stars, were fixed intently on Luo Chengjun.

"Instead of getting bored and stagnant in Beiping, I'd rather go to the Northeast. They're short-handed there... I'm good at intelligence, operations, economics, even teaching; there'll be a place for me to use my skills!"

Soon after, He Ping'an received a transfer order, relieving him of all his posts in Beiping and reassigning him to serve as the head of a county in Northeast China. This move further strengthened He Ping'an's resolve.

One dose of penicillin is worth the weight in the weight of countless county magistrates? Frankly speaking, only He Ping'an in the entire Party and the entire army could achieve that. And that's it...? Principles always come first!

This is good... at least the big shots all know him; even a simple transfer can cause a stir in the Northwest. From now on, within the bounds of principle, he'll definitely get a share of any benefits. For He Ping'an, who has relatively little experience and almost no connections, this is a significant boost!

The third-day baby bath, also known as the "three-day baby wash," is a ritual intended to cleanse the body of impurities and ward off misfortune. It's a time for good luck and, of course, to announce the arrival of a new member to the family!

This custom gradually declined after 40 years, but it was extraordinary for a traditionalist like the deaf old lady. She insisted on holding a grand celebration and personally presided over the third-day-old celebration for little Li Ze'an.

He Ping'an, thinking he wouldn't be able to attend the baby's one-month celebration, didn't object. He was also the one who named the baby Li Ze'an. According to the deaf old woman, his education would help the baby absorb some literary air through the name.

The specific and true thoughts are open to interpretation... those who need to understand, just understand.

The courtyard house was bustling with over a hundred people, including He Daqing's fellow apprentices and colleagues, as well as other animals. Li Guifen was in her postpartum confinement period, and the deaf old lady personally held the baby during the baby's third-day bath.

After a series of singing, recitations, acting, and acrobatics, the much-anticipated banquet naturally began. He Daqing entertained the guests, while He Ping'an, taking a break, went to the backyard.

The deaf old woman, Li Guifen, and another woman were playing with the child. Li Guifen had plenty of breast milk, but the deaf old woman still hired a wet nurse. Seeing He Ping'an enter, the wet nurse tactfully retreated outside and stood guard at the door.

He Pingan poked the little dumpling's face, causing the dumpling to whimper and cry out twice. Seeing this, He Pingan's smile became more genuine. "Sizzle!" A large yellow croaker was placed on the tray.

"I have something to do in a while, and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the baby's one-month celebration. I'll use this piece of gold to make a longevity lock as a gift from me, as the uncle!"

After He Ping'an left, the wet nurse remained guarding the door. The deaf old woman took the gold, weighed it in her hand, and handed it to Li Guifen. She sighed and gave a meaningful instruction:

"The color is quite good, and the weight is generous; this little guy is lucky!"

Li Guifen smiled as she accepted the gold, saying, "Whether I'm blessed with good fortune or not doesn't matter, as long as I'm healthy!"

At the He family home, the nearly three-year-old child was already quite fussy. He Ping'an, while preparing formula, grabbed a small drizzle that was trying to escape into the air, held it in his arms, and coaxed it to drink the milk.

"Little Rain, your uncle is going on a long trip, probably for more than a year. Stay home, eat well, sleep well, and grow up healthy, okay?"

The little girl didn't understand what going on a long trip meant, nor did she know how long a year was, or even who her uncle was. But she knew he was the person who stayed with her every day, fed her, and was the best person to her. She nodded her little head readily, "Okay!"

He Ping'an tenderly wiped away the milk stains that had spilled from Xiao Yushui's mouth, his eyes full of gentleness. Milk powder and gold, after all, are different!

Amidst the bustling banquet, Yi Zhonghai glanced at the radiant He Daqing, a flash of malice crossing his eyes. He then chuckled lightly, raised his glass, and joined the congratulatory chorus.

He Ping'an glanced at Yi Zhonghai, who had stood up, and then raised his wine glass to toast with acquaintances.

In the dead of night, the courtyard returned to silence, save for the occasional faint cry of a baby. Hearing this, Yi Zhonghai tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his heart aching.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and the cold autumn wind rushed into the room, making Yi Zhonghai shiver.

"Who?"

"He Ping'an!"

He Ping'an left, not exactly quietly, nor was he escorted thirty miles away. After dealing with Yi Zhonghai, he said goodbye to the young woman. Early the next morning, he boarded the train heading north!