I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

The events in the courtyard did not affect Yan Jiefang at all.

He continued to follow his plan, attending classes, training in the militia, reading, playing ball, and writing every day as usual.

Unlike the military training of later generations, the militia training in Beiwudian was a routine militia training program.

In addition to the militarized daily routine (lining up to go to and from class, and keeping the dormitory tidy), there are also 1-2 fixed militia drills per week (after class/in the evening).

During this process, although he did not fire a single shot, Yan Jiefang's rifle marksmanship skill had actually reached 100/100!

This skill has been fully mastered in all its sub-skills, including shooting, firearm disassembly, and maintenance.

From then on, whenever a rifle appeared in front of him, he could immediately tell its performance and condition of wear.

He is extremely familiar with all the parts of the rifle, and if given the tools and materials, he can even hand-make some of the simpler parts.

If he were to learn some mechanical manufacturing skills, he could make his own rifles.

Diligence can make up for lack of talent, plus a certificate that's permanent proof—that's just how unreasonable it is!

Of course, for some highly skilled technicians, making a rifle is not actually that difficult.

He has also made significant progress in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

But for some reason, this skill doesn't improve as quickly as other skills.

He speculated that it might be related to the fact that traditional Chinese medicine involves too much knowledge, and improving it would require stimulating too many related branches.

However, he is still young and not in a hurry about this.

As long as there is a steady improvement, that's fine.

There will eventually come a day when it reaches its peak.

As for playing basketball and sports, Yan Jiefang's basketball skills are now almost at their peak, and he has become the absolute core of the Beiwu Electric Basketball Team.

He was already well-known in the Jiuxianqiao and Dashanzi areas, and his reputation even spread to the city team.

Therefore, he would occasionally be seconded to several nearby factory teams to participate in competitions.

In addition, his academic performance was also outstanding.

Leaders of several nearby factories, including 774, 718, and 738, began secretly pulling strings to get Yan Jiefang a job at their factory after graduation.

On the surface, they're all good friends and brothers, but behind the scenes, they're already at odds...

Many things happened that left higher-ups both amused and exasperated.

During this process, these leaders naturally took notice of Yan Jiefang, a first-year student at a vocational high school.

I was also somewhat surprised by the child's intelligence and physical abilities.

But many of them came from the battlefield where guns and cannons have no eyes, and after all, they were well-informed and had seen a lot of strange people and anecdotes.

Although Yan Jiefang was not bad, he didn't care too much.

Just consider him a relatively outstanding teenager.

Meanwhile, Yan Jiefang picked up his pen again after a few months' hiatus.

This time, instead of writing revolutionary novels, he began to focus on stories about courtyard houses.

The love-hate relationships between famous characters from the Siheyuan (courtyard house) such as Yi Zhonghai (the Moral Celestial), Liu Haizhong (the Official-Obsessed), Yan Bugui (the Abacus Master), Jia Zhangshi (the Necromancer), Qin Huairu (the White Lotus Laundry Girl), Xu Damao (the First Blood Master), and He Yuzhu (the Simp) will all be written into this Siheyuan.

Of course, the names have all been changed; their original names are not being used.

However, anyone familiar with Courtyard No. 95 will immediately recognize them upon seeing this book.

After finishing the book, he did not intend to publish it for a short period of time.

After all, it will take quite some time before the first three novels are published.

Time flies, and New Year's Day is almost here.

Yan Jiefang played several inter-school/factory level competitions/invitational matches with no suspense whatsoever, and then the New Year's Eve gala organized by the Beiwu Electric School began.

The piece performed by Class 1 of the Radio Department was a chorus of "Me and My Motherland".

This December, the song had already become a sensation at the North No. 12 Electric School, and many students in the audience had already learned it.

When the song was played on a radio-like radio, it surprisingly resonated with the audience, and many students in the audience stood up and sang along.

The sound echoed throughout the entire campus.

Besides Yan Jiefang's original song, another class's chorus also resonated with everyone.

This is "Singing for the Motherland," which is often referred to as the second national anthem!

Yan Jiefang's songs are good, but they are still far from reaching this level.

Because it requires not only musical skill, but also the perfect combination of timing, location, and people to create something.

Yan Jiefang is nothing more than a plagiarist.

Although the adaptation was good, it still fell short.

Yan Jiefang himself didn't force it, as there was still plenty of time, and he would be able to "create" a large number of world-famous songs and pieces in the future.

In addition to singing, the gala also featured skits, crosstalk, and instrumental performances.

Yan Jiefang watched the performance, which was different from that of later generations, from below the stage and found it very interesting, watching with great interest.

Zhao Lei, Zhou Ming, and others from the same dormitory were quietly commenting on several attractive female students on the stage.

Laughter could be heard every now and then.

After the choir performance, Wu Xuewen, a top student, went back to the classroom early to study.

The students all have their own things to do, and they all have bright futures.

1962 1 Month 1 Day.

Yan Jiefang went home for the holidays.

Today is a rest day, and the steel rolling mill is also closed.

Therefore, when he entered courtyard number 95, he saw that many people were at home.

What surprised him most was that Sha Zhu was standing outside the gatehouse, chatting with a pretty woman.

The two of them seem quite intimate?

However, he only glanced at it and then stopped paying attention, instead carrying his schoolbag and walking home.

When Yan Jiefang saw Liu Yuyan, she also saw him.

Liu Yuyan had some guesses about this tall, handsome young man.

She asked Sha Zhu in a low voice:

"Zhu Zi, was that person who just walked by from our yard? I've never seen him before."

Sha Zhu glanced at Yan Jiefang's retreating figure, pursed his lips, and casually replied:

"That's the second son of the Yan family. He's studying at a vocational school and only comes back once a month. It's normal that you haven't seen him before."

After learning about Yan Jiefang's income from his younger sister He Yushui, Sha Zhu was somewhat resentful, but he still had to admire the guy; he was a capable man.

Liu Yuyan didn't care about her husband's attitude; instead, she became even more eager to bring her younger sister over and marry her off to Yan Jiefang.

She knew very well how sought-after a high-quality guy like Yan Jiefang would be.

Putting aside everything else, even in vocational schools, there are probably quite a few girls who have their eyes on Yan Jiefang.

Yan Bugui wasn't standing at the gate today; instead, he was tending to his plants with a watering can.

Seeing the second son return, he first glanced at his backpack before saying:

"We're back from liberation."

"Um."

Yan Jiefang simply nodded and went inside.

Back home, as soon as he hung his schoolbag on the wall, Yang Ruihua, who had followed him, immediately fixed his gaze on him.