Siheyuan: Why does your brother beat you up every day, Shazhu?

Qin Huairu froze and didn't dare to look back.

Her mother-in-law's insults pierced her heart like needles. She felt angry and bitter. She knew that Jia Zhang was being unreasonable, but she didn't dare to talk back.

In this family, she could only endure and swallow her grievances.

……

He Weiguo and Yu Shui quickly arrived at the police station.

"Comrade, which window should I go to to register my bicycle?" He Weiguo asked a passing policeman as soon as he entered the door.

"Register for a license? Go to the Public Security Department." The police officer pointed inside.

"Thank you, comrade." He Weiguo nodded and thanked him, then went to the Public Security Department office in the rain.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

He Weiguo knocked on the door.

"Come in." A young voice came from inside.

He Weiguo pushed the door open and walked in. A police officer in his twenties sat behind the desk and looked up at them:

"Comrade, what can I do for you?"

"Hello comrade, I'm here to register a bicycle." He Weiguo explained his purpose.

The young policeman looked at He Weiguo with obvious inquiry in his eyes. He looked him up and down several times, frowning slightly.

He Weiguo was a little puzzled by his gaze:

"Comrade, is there something on my face?"

"Ah? Oh! No, no!" The police officer came back to his senses and smiled a little embarrassedly:

"It's just... you look very familiar to me, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen you before, so I was a little stunned."

He looked at He Weiguo carefully again, but still couldn't remember.

He Weiguo didn't really have much impression of the policeman, but he still said politely:

"My name is He Weiguo, and I live in No. 95, Nanluoguxiang."

"Nanluoguxiang... Yard 95..." the young policeman muttered, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He stood up suddenly, a look of surprise on his face:

"Oh! I was thinking! He Weiguo! You are He Weiguo! The little bully of our neighborhood!"

"I'm Chen Xiaodong! From the next-door compound, No. 97! When we were little, we often played in the alleys together. You even taught us slingshots and robbed bird nests. Don't you remember?"

He excitedly walked around the table and came closer.

He Weiguo tried hard to search his memory, but the name and face were indeed very vague.

As a time traveler, the memories he received from his original body were limited, and it had been so long that he really couldn't remember them.

He could only smile apologetically:

"Well... I'm sorry, Comrade Xiaodong, it's been so long that my impression is a bit blurry."

Chen Xiaodong's enthusiasm cooled slightly, and he touched the back of his head awkwardly:

"Hey...it's okay, it's okay! Back then, you were the king of the kids in our area, and we were just the little brats running around behind you. It's normal that you don't remember it!"

"But Brother He, where have you been all these years? I haven't heard from you in a long time! If I hadn't met you today, I would have almost forgotten about you!"

He Weiguo said, "I went out to serve in the army that year. First I fought in the Liberation War, and then I went to Korea!"

"I went there in 48, and it's already been ten years!"

"Good guy!" Chen Xiaodong slapped his thigh, his eyes full of admiration:

"He truly deserves to be a famous figure in Nanluoguxiang back in the day! He was awesome when he was little, and even more so when he's grown up!"

"He has been in the hail of bullets for ten years and still came back intact. That's amazing! An absolute war hero!" He gave a thumbs up.

He Weiguo felt a little uncomfortable with his praise:

"Comrade Xiaodong, you're going too far. Defending our country is a soldier's duty. There's nothing to brag about."

"Brother He, you are so enlightened!"

Chen Xiaodong expressed his sincere admiration, but at the same time he restrained some of his overly explicit emotions, after all, he was wearing a uniform.

He sat back in his seat, regaining some of his policeman's efficiency, but his tone remained warm:

"Brother He, have you arranged a job after retiring from the army?"

"Yes, I was assigned to the food factory transportation team." He Weiguo replied.

"Food factory transport team? Driver?" Chen Xiaodong's eyes lit up even more.

"This is a fantastic, lucrative position! Plenty of money, great benefits! It's much better than our low-paying job!"

"Brother He, your work arrangement is really good!" There was a hint of envy in his tone.

He Weiguo smiled and responded, "It's all the same. We serve the people. The positions are just different."

Chen Xiaodong increasingly felt that the He Weiguo in front of him was completely different from the fearless little bully in his memory. He was calm, low-key, and never made a mistake in his words.

He said with emotion:

"Brother He, you are really steady now. Okay, let's get down to business first!"

He quickly took out the register and tools:

"Did you bring your household registration book? I need to check the information."

He Weiguo handed over the household registration booklet. Chen Xiaodong carefully checked it and confirmed it was correct. Then he picked up the stamping hammer and, with a few clangs, stamped the frame numbers clearly on the beams of the two bicycles. He then recorded the information and finally produced two small metal license plates.

"Brother He, the cost of this license plate is 80 cents per vehicle, the driving license fee is 20 cents per vehicle, and the stamping is free."

As Chen Xiaodong spoke, he took out two brand new ring locks:

"According to regulations, each car must be equipped with a lock, and the lock costs five yuan. So the total cost for one car is six yuan and ten cents, and for two cars it's twelve yuan and twenty cents."

Huh? And this?

Before coming here, he really didn't know that every bicycle must be equipped with a lock!

But he didn't say much. After all, five dollars was nothing to him right now.

He readily counted out twelve yuan and twenty cents and handed it over.

Chen Xiaodong quickly issued a ticket and handed the license plate, driving license and lock to He Weiguo:

"It's done, Brother He!"

He Weiguo took the item:

"Thank you for your help, Comrade Xiaodong. We'll be leaving now. We'll catch up some other time when we have time."

Chen Xiaodong enthusiastically escorted me to the door:

"Okay! Brother He, I'm right here. If you need anything, just let me know! Bye!"

He watched He Weiguo's back as he pushed the cart away, feeling a bit excited about meeting his childhood idol.

"..."

Chapter 32: Setting Rules at Home

The two siblings had just returned to the gate of No. 95 compound pushing their bicycles with brand new license plates when they ran into the brothers Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiefang saw the Fei Ge cart pushed by He Yushui at a glance, and his eyes widened:

"Yu Shui! This... is this your bike?" His voice was split.

Yu Shui pursed her lips and nodded with a little pride: "Yeah!"

"Wow--!"

Yan Jiefang exclaimed in amazement, and suddenly turned to look at his elder brother Yan Jiecheng, his tone full of envy and accusation:

"Brother! Look at Brother He! He took me out to eat in the rain a few days ago, and today he bought me a bicycle! What about you? When can you buy me one too?"

When Yan Jiecheng was asked this question by his brother in public, his face turned red and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

He is now in his twenties and still doing odd jobs outside. He doesn't even have a formal job. His pockets are empty and he can barely support himself. How can he buy a bicycle?

It’s simply a fantasy!

He rubbed his hands in embarrassment and couldn't speak for a long time.

He Weiguo saw this and quickly tried to smooth things over, patting Yan Jiefang on the shoulder:

"Liberation! Boy, don't make things difficult for your brother! He's still doing odd jobs, and it's not easy to earn a little money. He also has to pay the monthly salary. How can he have extra money to buy you a car?"

"If you want a bicycle, work hard! Study hard, and when you grow up you can earn money to buy one! That's what real people do!"

After hearing what He Weiguo said, Yan Jiefang felt a little less aggrieved. He tilted his head and thought about it. It seemed to make sense, so he nodded vigorously:

"Brother He, you are right! I will earn money to buy it myself in the future!" She puffed out her little chest.

"Good boy! You have ambition!"

He Weiguo gave a thumbs up in appreciation.

He glanced at the ashamed Yan Jiecheng next to him, and he knew in his heart that these young people in the courtyard were not necessarily bad by nature. The reason why they did not support their parents in the TV series was still because of their fathers, Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong.

One is calculating to the bone, the other is partial and uses corporal punishment, how can you expect the children to be filial?

When he passed by Yan Jiecheng, he also reached out and pressed his shoulder hard, his voice steady:

"Jiecheng, don't lose heart! Youth is your capital. If you work hard, there will always be opportunities!"

Yan Jiecheng suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were a little red.

Since he was a child, apart from calculating his money, when have his parents ever said such heartwarming words to him or given him such encouragement?

He Weiguo's two simple sentences, "Don't lose heart" and "There is a chance", rushed into his heart like a warm current, making him feel sour and swollen.

He nodded heavily, his voice a little hoarse:

"Yes! Brother He, I will! I will do my best!"

He Weiguo smiled and said nothing more. He pushed the cart back to the central courtyard in the rain.