Courtyard House: He Yuzhu started in 1948

Teacher, you should call the higher-ups right away.

If we don't fight now, I won't be able to hold on!

Zhang Tianyong remained calm. Seeing that He Yuzhu had taken Zheng Xingqiang hostage and the situation had temporarily calmed down, he quickly asked Lü Qinghuan to call the principal.

Of course, having the principal intervene was just a pretext; the real purpose was for Lü Qinghuan to report the matter to his superiors and ask them to find a way to resolve the situation.

He Yuzhu has done enough; we cannot let Comrade He Yuzhu sacrifice himself on the eve of dawn!

As for why He Yuzhu was the first to propose raising the flag at the Fifth Middle School, Zhang Tianyong believed that He Yuzhu could not be blamed. After all, they had reported to their superiors and obtained their approval before doing so.

The blame cannot be placed solely on He Yuzhu!

When Lü Qinghuan went to deliver the message, none of the secret agents stopped him. Their leader was already under the control of the students, so why would they stop a teacher?

"You're stopping me..."

Before Zheng Xingqiang could finish speaking, He Yuzhu tightened his grip on his neck again.

About an hour later, the car carrying the important figures from the Fifth Middle School sped in and hurriedly entered the school.

Zhang Jingtao, the principal of No. 5 Middle School, was among them.

On the way there, Zhang Jingtao reported to the special envoy Shen Jianshi and Ying Qianli, the director of the Beiping Education Bureau. He also reported on He Yuzhu's matter. Zhang Jingtao wanted to introduce He Yuzhu, but Shen Jianshi interrupted him: "Xiao Zhang, I don't care whether this He Yuzhu has any problems. You must remember that stability is the most important thing now. Don't cause any more trouble."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Zhang Jingtao knew that this matter shouldn't be a big problem.

If everyone takes a step back, we can live in peace.

Then Zhang Jingtao asked, "Special Envoy Shen, that flag...?"

Before Shen Jianshi could speak, Ying Qianli, who was sitting in the front, said, "Old Zhang, be mindful of your behavior!"

Without specifying whether it would be a promotion or a demotion, Zhang Jingtao decided to maintain the status quo.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the Fifth Middle School and getting off the bus, Xu Zongyao, the station chief of the Beiping Station of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, was already waiting for them.

Upon seeing Xu Zongyao, Shen Jianshi said bluntly, "Station Chief Xu, this school isn't a place for your Security Bureau to run rampant!"

"Yes."

Xu Zongyao stated that he was unaware of this matter and that it was all done by Zheng Xingqiang in private.

Besides, Zheng Xingqiang wasn't one of his men. He usually paid lip service to him at the station, so Xu Zongyao didn't mind kicking him when he was down and pushing all the blame onto Zheng Xingqiang.

When the important figures from Beiping arrived, the matter was dropped.

Xu Zongyao berated all the spies and sent them back to face punishment. As for Zheng Xingqiang... he was stripped of his post!

The Bureau of Secrecy is determined not to allow such a black sheep to exist.

Ying Qianli looked at Zheng Xingqiang and said, "What happened today is only known to those of us at the school. Remember, you are not allowed to retaliate against my students! You are not allowed to retaliate against my students' families!"

Regardless of his status, He Yuzhu would be Ying Qianli's student at this moment.

When Zheng Xingqiang saw someone daring to threaten the secret service personnel in front of the head of the Beiping station of the secret service... and the head of the station didn't say a word, he knew that he couldn't afford to offend this person.

"yes!"

He's going to have to swallow this bitter pill today.

Zheng Xingqiang left with his men, and Shen Jianshi looked at the flag on it and couldn't help but sigh.

The trend is over!

The political landscape of Beiping is changing!

Of course, Shen Jianshi didn't forget to remind Zhang Jingtao: "At this time, stability is the priority. Don't do anything out of line, otherwise no one can protect you!"

You might have good luck this time, but you might not have it next time.

"Yes."

Zhang Jingtao replied respectfully, indicating that he would definitely keep a close eye on them from now on.

They didn't even say whether they wanted to lower the flag. What could be a greater victory than this?

Shen Jianshi and Ying Qianli left, and Zhang Jingtao saw them off. As for Zhang Tianyong and Lü Qinghuan, he would naturally find a way to appease them when he returned.

For now, all we can do is appease them, because given the prevailing trend, Principal Zhang Jingtao's words won't have much effect.

"Comrades, we have won!"

Lü Qinghuan and Zhang Tianyong raised their arms and shouted, turning the playground into a sea of ​​joy.

Having narrowly escaped death, Jia Zhangshi couldn't help but thank her ancestors for their protection. She then quietly approached He Yuzhu and took out the hidden gun: "Zhuzi, this... this is the gun that bastard dropped, what should we do?"

He Yuzhu stabbed Zheng Xingqiang in the palm with a knife. It was at that moment that the gun fell to the ground. Jia Zhangshi was afraid of the gun because she was afraid that it would kill her, but she was not afraid of the gun she was holding.

He Yuzhu took the gun from Jia Zhangshi and held it high: "January 10th, a pistol belonging to the captain of the Secret Service's action team was seized!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lü Qinghuan, Zhang Tianyong, and the students burst into loud laughter.

After laughing, they noticed that He Yuzhu was still bleeding from his head. They quickly told the students to protect He Yuzhu and asked someone to find a doctor to treat his injuries.

To avoid He Yuzhu being retaliated against by the secret service, it's best to let him stay at the school.

Madam Jia, unaware of what they were laughing about, joined in the laughter.

The people at the school are fine... I should be able to receive my salary, including my own photo, right?

……

After the incident was over, He Yuzhu prepared to go home. According to Lü Qinghuan and Zhang Tianyong, they wanted him to stay at the school.

However, He Yuzhu insisted on going home, citing his concern for He Daqing.

When Jia Zhangshi returned home with two silver dollars, she didn't dare to make a fuss about what happened at school. It wasn't that she wanted to keep a low profile, but she was worried that the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics would retaliate against her.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (BIS) seems to be all-pervasive. She was worried that if she was too high-profile, her words would reach the ears of the BIS's spies, and what if she was retaliated against?

It's best to keep quiet as much as possible.

Of course, having received her salary, Jia Zhangshi had no intention of going back to work as a kitchen helper at No. 5 Middle School... Everything that happened on the playground today had frightened Jia Zhangshi, and she dared not go back to No. 5 Middle School.

As for He Yuzhu's head injury, it was just a cut on his scalp from being broken by the butt of a gun. He was originally thinking of getting stitches, but to avoid being discovered by He Daqing, he simply had the wound treated and didn't even cut his hair.

Fortunately, everyone wears hats in the dead of winter, so He Daqing didn't think much of it. Now that He Yuzhu sleeps in a room by himself and goes out early and stays up late every day, He Daqing hasn't noticed anything unusual.

Five days after the flag-raising ceremony at the Fifth Middle School, the Battle of Tianjin ended, and Beiping became an isolated city. The commander of the garrison command knew that the situation was hopeless and immediately accelerated the pace of peace talks.

At this point, he had no more leverage left.

Just kidding. Tianjin, which is known as an impregnable fortress, was breached in 48 hours. Even if he had three heads and six arms, he couldn't defeat such a fighting force!

Surrender unconditionally!

With the agreement to unconditionally accept reorganization reached, the war did not reach the city.

But the general public knows very little about this, and everyone is still worried about what to eat next.

It's not because we don't know what to eat, but because we lack supplies and don't know how we'll eat our next meal.

Most of the people in courtyard number 95 are workers from Loubancheng Steel Rolling Mill. They are skilled workers, and regardless of their skill level, their income is considered above average. However, even so, during the more than one month of siege, ordinary meals have made them feel the pinch.

Prices are too high, and large grain stores are hoarding goods, causing great suffering to ordinary people.

With Chef He Daqing in Qingyun Hutong, the neighborhood had a certain prestige, so they would ask him to help them buy some cheap food, but it was only enough to barely fill their stomachs.