Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The first spring breeze turned the old locust tree green and also dispelled the somber atmosphere that had lingered over Beijing for many years.

The loudspeakers outside no longer blare those terrifying slogans all day long.

The patrol teams wearing red armbands and rushing around on the streets gradually disappeared.

The suffocating storm is finally showing signs of abating.

In the Hongxing Courtyard.

The long-strained neighborly relations are beginning to thaw as the weather gradually warms up.

The sun shines brightly under the jujube tree in the front yard.

"Hey, Uncle San, this polyester jacket looks really smart! Is it newly made?"

Sha Zhu sauntered out of the house carrying a large enamel teacup.

Yan Bugui was wearing a crisp light gray polyester short-sleeved shirt, walking back and forth in the yard, deliberately smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes.

Yan Bugui adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his old face crinkling with a wide smile.

"Zhu Zi, this is fabric that your third aunt just snatched back from the department store yesterday!"

"The environment is more relaxed now, and the school is also issuing subsidies, so I'm just following the trend."

Yan Bugui walked up to Sha Zhu with his hands behind his back and a pigeon-toed gait.

"Hey Zhuzi, you're all smiles! Teacher Ran must be visiting you a lot lately, right?"

Mentioning Ran Qiuye, Sha Zhu's old face actually blushed slightly, a rare occurrence.

He chuckled, pulled a tightly woven gray wool scarf from his pocket, and proudly showed it off around his neck.

"See that? It's pure wool! Teacher Ran knitted it for me herself!"

"She said I'm always flipping the wok in the cafeteria, and the kitchen is drafty in winter, so I need to protect my voice."

Sha Zhu was so happy he was practically snotting from his nose.

Ever since Zhang Huaimin helped him see through Yan Bugui's scheme and then demonstrated his miraculous medical skills to Ran Qiuye.

The relationship between Sha Zhu and Teacher Ran progressed by leaps and bounds.

Teacher Ran is a true cultured person. She doesn't look down on him because he's a cook; what she values ​​is his honesty, simplicity, and sense of justice.

"Well done, Zhu Zi, you've finally made it."

Yan Bugui said somewhat sourly, but he didn't dare to trip him up like before.

He knew that Sha Zhu was now Zhang Huaimin's favorite.

Provoking Sha Zhu is like slapping that five-year-old "little tyrant" in the face.

He hadn't forgotten for a single day the fates of Liu Haizhong and Yi Zhonghai had ended.

Just as the two were chatting idly...

"Beep beep!"

Outside the alley, the postman rode his green bicycle and stopped at the entrance of the courtyard house.

"Comrade Zhang Huaimin! There is an overseas package and urgent letter for you!"

The postman shouted loudly.

"An overseas parcel?!"

Yan Bugui and Sha Zhu exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

These days, anyone with overseas connections is no ordinary person.

What's more, it was sent to Zhang Huaimin!

Chen Bing strode out of the east wing, signed for the package, and then carefully inspected it.

Only after confirming it was safe did they take their things inside.

In the east wing.

Zhang Huaimin was sitting cross-legged at the large eight-immortal table, holding a pencil and writing and drawing on a piece of white paper.

What he drew was not some child's doodle.

Instead, it's an extremely complex diagram of the underlying architecture of a microchip lithography machine!

With a solid foundation laid in defense and heavy industry, the next era will be one of explosive growth in civilian technology.

"Huaimin, your package is from Hong Kong."

Chen Bing placed a heavy cardboard box and a letter on the table.

Hong Kong?

Zhang Huaimin raised an eyebrow and put down the pencil in his hand.

He opened the envelope.

The letter was written in neat and beautiful penmanship.

"Brother Huaimin, it's like seeing you in person. I'm Sister Xiao'e."

A warm smile appeared on Zhang Huaimin's lips.

Lou Xiao'e.

That strong woman who was tricked by Xu Damao for half her life, and finally, under his guidance, decisively divorced him and moved to Hong Kong.

The letter was very long.

In her letter, Lou Xiao'e said that after she arrived in Hong Kong with her share of the family property, she relied on some connections left by her father.

His business is thriving, and he is now the owner of a large trading company.

"Huaimin, my sister was able to establish herself in Hong Kong entirely thanks to your guidance back then."

"In recent years, I have seen many advanced foreign electronic products in Hong Kong, such as radios and televisions."

"Although they look nice, in my heart, they can't compare to the generator you fixed the other day."

At the end of the letter, Lou Xiao'e's tone became extremely solemn.

"Huaimin, your sister knows you are a very capable person."

"The country's environment is getting better and better, and the spring breeze of reform will eventually sweep across the land."

"I want to set up a 'technology foreign trade transit hub' for you in Hong Kong!"

"As long as it's a civilian technology product you develop, your sister will take care of registering the patent in Hong Kong and promoting it worldwide!"

"All the foreign exchange earned belongs to our country!"

Look at this text.

A dazzling glint flashed in Zhang Huaimin's deep eyes.

Lou Xiao'e's letter was like a pillow delivered just when you're about to fall asleep!

He had those cutting-edge civilian technologies in his mind that were decades ahead of the world, and he was worried about not having a suitable channel to promote them to the international market.

If there is an absolutely reliable springboard in Hong Kong.

He could then take advantage of the technological gap to reap huge profits from Western capital and foreign exchange!

This money will be used to support more advanced domestic infrastructure development!

"Sister Xiao'e, well done!"

Zhang Huaimin put the letter away and turned to look at the cardboard box.

I opened it and took a look.

It was filled with rare imported goods that were extremely rare in that era.

There were Swiss chocolates, German milk powder, and several beautifully packaged mechanical pocket watches.

Clearly, Lou Xiao'e bought this especially for her "little benefactor" to satisfy his craving.

Zhang Huaimin picked up a piece of chocolate wrapped in gold foil, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

The silky, rich chocolate melts on the tongue, with a slightly bittersweet taste.

He walked to the window and opened it.

In the backyard, the herb garden he had cultivated using "advanced molecular plant growth hormones" was now thriving.

The red, mutated goji berries resemble clusters of flames, while the deep blue angelica emits a refreshing glow.

The air is filled with the fragrance of revitalized soil and growing vegetation.

Everything is moving in the best possible direction.

The gloom in the compound has completely dissipated, and those once despicable villains have become insignificant dust.

This is not just springtime for courtyard houses.

It is also the springtime of the entire land of China.

Zhang Huaimin ate chocolate, his gaze passing over the blue bricks and gray tiles of the Hongxing Courtyard.

I looked up at the vast sky, a sky brimming with endless possibilities.

he knows.

It belongs to him, to this ancient and great country.

That glorious and dazzling new era, where technology crushes the world, is finally coming!