Rebirth of the Forbidden City: The Troublemaker in the Courtyard

"We don't necessarily have to fight. I just can't stand this. If we don't run into those hooligans, we'll just turn around and leave. But if we do, we'll have a fight with them!" Du Weidong explained quickly.

(Story abridged)

"Okay, I'll help you. We are brothers after all!"

When Zhong Yuemin heard that Du Weidong had only this plan, he agreed without waiting for Ning Yuan to speak.

"Weidong, what is the background of that family?" Ning Yuan did not offend Zhong Yuemin, but just asked about that family.

"I heard from Old Feng that he's a stinking old ninth. He was quite aloof a few years ago, holding a tattered book and talking nonsense every day!"

Du Weidong also heard what Feng Sanyuan said, and could only repeat the general idea at this time.

"Oh, an old scholar?" Zheng Tong came over when he heard the term "stinky old ninth".

"Yeah, I heard that his ancestors were officials in the Qing Dynasty, and his descendants have all fallen on hard times. There is nothing at home but a bunch of books and paintings!" Du Weidong agreed.

"Oh? There are also calligraphy and paintings?" Ning Yuan's eyes lit up after hearing this. He was feeling sorry for the "Autumn Hunting Picture" that he threw away at noon. Now he could get it back right away.

"Yes! A lot! Tell me, can we tolerate this?" Du Weidong said excitedly and righteously.

"Fuck, you... Never mind, I'll just go with you tomorrow!"

Ning Yuan was choked by what Du Weidong said and could only speak helplessly.

"Okay, then it's a deal! We'll gather here tomorrow morning at 9:30! Bring all the men and equipment."

Du Weidong was afraid that Ning Yuan would go back on his word, so he quickly set a time, and after finishing the task, he did not forget to ask Ning Yuan to bring more people.

"Don't worry, buddy will make sure everything is arranged for you tomorrow!" Ning Yuan said with a smile.

"Okay, then let's go to the East Street Canteen?" Zhong Yuemin had not forgotten about this matter. Seeing that the matter was settled, he brought it up again.

"You still remember it?" Du Weidong punched Zhong Yuemin and scolded him with a smile.

"Nonsense, how could you forget such an important thing as eating? Stop the fucking nonsense and lead the way!" Zhong Yuemin urged with a smile.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm going to get slaughtered by you guys anyway. Call my brothers and let's go!" Du Weidong said as if he accepted his fate.

Ning Yuan's group of over 40 people had gathered together early. When they heard that they had a dinner plan for the evening, they were all excited and quickly found their bicycles.

The eight or nine people on Du Weidong's side also changed into ice skates and found their own bicycles. Then the two groups joined together, and more than fifty young people from the compound marched out of the Shichahai Ice Rink in a mighty procession.

The workers' canteen did not have the high-end and luxurious food like Lao Mo and the new immigrants. The two most common dishes were big pots of stew, plenty of cornmeal steamed buns, fried cabbage, and fried potatoes, and the twice-cooked pork twice a week was the highest level of treatment.

Du Weidong, Ning Yuan and a group of young people rushed into the workers' canteen in a noisy manner.

Ning Yuan and the others didn't need to give any further instructions. Naturally, a group of very perceptive brothers came forward and drove away the diners at several tables.

This six-person low table is standard in large cafeterias.

This group of guys pushed aside seven or eight tables in one breath and occupied all ten tables in the middle.

Ning Yuan didn't make a fuss about such a small matter. After all, these guys were relatively gentle and didn't use any force. They just drove the diners to other tables to eat.

After the group sat down, they had the dishes from the cafeteria that day: stir-fried cabbage and shredded potatoes. One table also ordered a serving of twice-cooked pork. Each person had a large bowl of stewed vegetable soup and two cornmeal steamed buns.

This meal is considered acceptable. Although many of the gangsters have living expenses, they are used to spending money lavishly when they have money and going hungry when they don't.

This meal, especially at the end of the month, is a rare delicacy.

After a whole day of hard work, these guys no longer had the energy to do anything fancy. They all lowered their heads and finished the food and drinks on the table.

Although we had Donglaishun hotpot for lunch, it makes you feel full quickly and hungry quickly.

Ning Yuan was already feeling a little hungry, so as soon as the stewed vegetable soup and steamed buns were served, he broke the steamed buns into pieces and soaked them in the stewed vegetable soup, then started eating them, mouthfuls of steamed buns and soup.

Several dishes were served on the table one after another, including stir-fried cabbage, shredded potatoes, and twice-cooked pork. Although the dishes were a bit monotonous, the portions were quite generous.

There were three large dishes, but the twice-cooked pork was a smaller portion, but it did not affect the speed at which the brothers picked up their chopsticks.

In less than three or five minutes, all three dishes were finished.

Most of the brothers have almost finished eating!

Ten minutes later, this group of arrogant and noisy young people from the compound finally left the workers' canteen.

After riding together for a while, Du Weidong, Ning Yuan's Zhong Yuemin and others were about to separate at the intersection and go back home.

Before parting, Du Weidong did not forget to remind Ning Yuan again that they should gather at Shichahai at around nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Of course Ning Yuan could only nod in agreement.

A group of people were riding bicycles on the street, unsteadily moving towards Baiwanzhuang.

The further they got to the innermost part of Baiwanzhuang, the fewer friends Ning Yuan and his friends were around. After eating and drinking, they all went home.

Even Zhang Haiyang brought a group of brothers and left for their compound.

When they finally entered the compound, apart from Ning Yuan, Zhong Yuemin and Fatty Fan, there were only two young men from the compound who followed them in.

After Ning Yuan returned home, he looked at little Ning Wei sitting on the sofa at home and asked.

"You haven't eaten dinner yet? I brought you some vegetable stew and some steamed bread from the cafeteria. Heat them up and eat them later!"

As he said this, he took out an aluminum lunch box from his military bag. He had specially asked the canteen director to get it from the canteen kitchen. After being reminded by Zhong Yuemin at noon, he did not forget that he had a little Ning Wei at home.

"Brother, all the pots, pans, and utensils in our house are gone!"

Ning Wei's face was still half swollen, but he still looked very angry when he spoke.

"It's okay, it's just some food and pots and pans, we can just buy more. Does your face still hurt? Oh, brother, that's it~"

Ning Yuan looked at the slap mark still on Ning Wei's face and felt a little regretful. He was not at home in the morning, which caused Ning Wei to suffer such an unexpected disaster.

I originally wanted to apologize to Xiao Ningwei, but I really couldn't say it.

Thinking of this, Ning Yuan couldn't help but make a note of Yu Manlin in his heart.