Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

The door was pushed open.

Tian Yu came out carrying a basin of washed clothes.

More than three years have left their mark on her face, but her gentle yet resilient temperament has only become more captivating.

She inadvertently raised her head, and her gaze instantly froze on the courtyard gate.

The basin of water in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang," scattering the washed clothes all over the floor and splashing water everywhere.

"Yoko..."

Tian Yu's lips trembled violently, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.

She rushed down the steps like a madwoman and threw herself into Lin Yang's arms without a care.

"You liar... You said you'd be right back... and you've been gone for three years!"

Tian Yu hugged Lin Yang tightly around the waist, buried her face in his coat which smelled of gunpowder and sand, and cried her heart out.

Lin Yang hugged his wife tightly, his eyes slightly red. He lowered his head and kissed Tian Yu's hair deeply, his voice terribly hoarse.

"Wife, I'm back. This time, I'm not leaving again."

Seven-year-old Lin Jianguo and four-year-old Lin Weidong stared blankly at their parents, who were hugging and crying. Although they didn't quite understand what was happening, they ran over and hugged Lin Yang's legs.

"Dad..." Lin Weidong called out timidly.

Lin Yang released Tian Yu, squatted down, and hugged both of his sons tightly in his arms. Tears finally streamed down his face.

This is his home, the entire meaning of his life's struggle and protection.

……

That evening.

Upon receiving the news, Lin Fan and Ding Qiunan also rushed from their courtyard house to the military compound.

The brothers' reunion was naturally another exciting scene.

Lin Fan looked much older than he had three years ago. Although he was wearing a clean Zhongshan suit, a deep weariness and melancholy were evident between his brows.

After dinner, Lin Yang called Lin Fan to the study on the second floor.

After closing the door, Lin Yang poured his older brother a cup of hot tea.

"Brother, I know a bit about what's been going on in Beijing these past three years. You've been wronged." Lin Yang looked at Lin Fan, his tone tinged with apology.

Lin Fan gave a wry smile, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and sighed.

"Yangzi, it's not that we're aggrieved. During these three years of famine, our family was taken care of by your old superiors and Zhuzi, so we never went hungry. We're much better off than those people who starved to death outside."

Lin Fan's eyes dimmed.

"That's the frustration I feel. Three years ago, I was dismissed from my position as factory director because I opposed the Great Leap Forward's steel production campaign. For the past three years, I've been working as a sinecure administrator in the factory's logistics department. I've watched as the steel rolling mill was mismanaged by those laymen, resulting in declining output year after year, and all those perfectly good pieces of equipment became piles of scrap metal due to poor maintenance. My heart is bleeding."

Lin Fan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"Yangzi, I'm not afraid of hardship. But I can't swallow this! That steel mill was built by the blood and sweat of us brothers. Now they've ruined it like this, and it breaks my heart!"

Lin Yang listened quietly to his elder brother's story.

His eyes gradually turned as cold as an abyss.

Three years ago, during that nationwide frenzy, he was far away in the Northwest, unable to intervene, and could only watch helplessly as his elder brother was dismissed from his post. That was to protect his brother from being swallowed up by an even more intense political vortex.

But now, things have changed.

In 1961, the country began to fully correct the mistakes of the Great Leap Forward, and economic construction returned to a pragmatic and adjustment-oriented track.

This is precisely the time when we need truly capable and pragmatic individuals who understand production and management to step up, clean up the mess, and revitalize industry!

"elder brother."

Lin Yang slowly stood up, walked to the window of the study, and looked at the gradually darkening night outside.

"Your three years of sitting on the sidelines weren't wasted."

Lin Yang turned around, staring intently at Lin Fan, and suddenly unleashed a powerful aura of absolute dominance.

"What steel rolling mills need now is a leader who can keep things in check and get production back on track."

"That deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee who dismissed you has been running rampant in the factory for the past three years. It's time for him to spit out everything he's taken, with interest!"

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly racing: "Yangzi, you mean...?"

"I am the Vice Minister of Heavy Industry and the Director of the Iron and Steel Industry Administration Bureau."

Lin Yang walked to his desk, picked up the red secure phone, and vigorously turned the dial.

"My elder brother, the real factory manager of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. It's time to wash away all the humiliation he's suffered these past three years!"

The call was answered quickly.

"Get me to the Ministry of Machine Building! Find Minister Zhao Gang!"

Lin Yang's voice was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, piercing straight into the sky.

"Old Zhao! I, Lin Yang, am back!"

"Tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM, you personally lead a team and come with me to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill! I need to hold an on-site meeting there!"

hang up the phone.

Lin Yang looked at his older brother, who was trembling with excitement, and a cold, sharp smile appeared on his lips.

"Brother, go back and prepare. Tomorrow, I'll personally escort you back to your original position!"

……

the next day.

Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

Over the past three years, under the misguided leadership of Ma Yue, an amateur factory director, the steel rolling mill has long lost its former glory.

The workshop was lifeless, the workers were slacking off, and the scrap rate was alarmingly high.

10:00 AM.

Ma Yue was sitting in the factory director's office, legs crossed, leisurely sipping tea and listening to the head of the security department report.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the office door was kicked open violently from the outside.

The loud noise startled Ma Yue so much that he dropped the teacup in his hand, and it shattered on the ground.

"Who the hell is tired of living! Daring to kick down my door!" Ma Yue slammed his fist on the table in anger.

However, when he saw who was walking in through the door...

The anger on his face instantly froze into utter terror!

Lin Yang, dressed in a sharp woolen Zhongshan suit, strode into the office like a god of war descended to earth.

Behind him followed Zhao Gang, the Minister of the First Ministry of Machine Building, as well as more than a dozen senior ministerial officials with stern faces and fully armed guards!

And walking at the very back was none other than Lin Fan, dressed in a neat work uniform with his back ramrod straight!

"Lin... Vice Minister Lin?!"

Ma Yue was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed into the chair.

Lin Yang didn't waste any words. He walked to his desk and looked down at the clown who had ruined the steel rolling mill for three years.

He suddenly pulled a red-headed document bearing the joint seal of the Ministry of Heavy Industry and the First Ministry of Machine Building from his briefcase and slammed it hard into Ma Yue's face.

"Ma Yue! During your tenure as director of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, your misconduct and reckless actions resulted in significant losses of state property! The Party Committee of the Ministry of Heavy Industry has decided to immediately remove you from all your posts and place you under isolation and investigation by the security department!"

Lin Yang's voice was like thunder, making the entire office buzz.

"take away!"

Two guards pounced on him like wolves, grabbed the terrified Ma Yue, and dragged him out of the office like a dead dog.