Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Including the self-proclaimed 'world's...leader's lighthouse.

Just imagine those people, their jaws dropping and their furious reactions in the news.

Yang Jianguo has high hopes for the future.

Meeting, meeting, meeting.

Since coming to the steel rolling mill, I have been serving as the head of the security team, a new position.

For the first time, Zhang Yu witnessed the special features of what she considered to be a special workshop.

All kinds of precious materials are readily available.

There are endless meetings every day, with everyone participating, even apprentices can speak freely.

But the pace of this meeting was unlike any she had ever seen before.

The masters all expressed their own opinions, and when they argued, it was as if they were about to fight.

Chest to chest, heads tilted back, they talked back and forth, their faces flushed, looking quite frightening.

That's the most special thing about it, no matter how noisy it is.

Whenever Master Yang coughs, the two of them, no matter how unconvinced, will glare angrily with their eyes wide open.

They still stubbornly separated, without a word.

People don't just talk and argue; they sometimes start fighting during meetings.

Pick up a piece of material and place the tools on the table.

Let me tell you directly what a craftsman is.

Zhang Yu visited several times and was filled with admiration.

She felt that these craftsmen could make anything with their hands.

No matter what you need, from a tiny screw to a large internal combustion engine, you can just hand-make it.

It took several mechanics a week to work on that internal combustion engine.

They actually managed to build it.

It was placed there with a number on it: 1965-1.

The testing machine is used to summarize experience and conduct self-examination.

What Zhang Yu considered too complicated to understand was seen as flawed by these masters.

The details are not precise enough; there are minor flaws, and the diameter deviation is approximately 0.8 mm…

Hearing that Zhang Yu left, it's not from the same... world.

If we stay any longer, we'll have to throw away anything with even the slightest flaw. By that standard, will anything still be usable?

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Chapter 235 Turbulence: Yan Bugui Loses Face (Explosive Update, Seeking Full Subscription)

The New Year arrived amidst a tense yet enthusiastic learning atmosphere.

This year was a year of joy, a year of harvest, a year of abundant achievements and fulfillment.

Yang Jianguo believes he has not wasted any time and that every day has been exceptionally fulfilling.

This is true whether you are in the factory or at home.

On the 29th of the lunar year, Old Man Yan's family got busy early in the morning.

Paste, cooking broom, and couplets written and dried.

It had everything, nothing was missing.

Aunt Yi, carrying the couplet and the bowl of paste, followed Old Man Yan out the door.

"Hurry up!" Old Man Yan, who was lazy with his hands but quick with his mouth, kept urging.

An older woman said, "If you want it quick, why don't you help me get some? I have couplets and paste here."

Old Man Yan pretended not to hear; this was rough work.

What are we?

Cultured people shouldn't do this kind of thing themselves.

Writing couplets, and looking at them all pasted up, that's the kind of work we should be doing.

The money collection has to be done by an old lady; she can't bow down for five pecks of rice.

Old Yan is so stingy; the more he sets up his facade, the more impressive it becomes!

I just finished putting up the stickers in the front yard and asked for a reward.

As I walked towards the doorway, I bumped into Xu Damao, who was carrying large and small bags and seemed to be heading somewhere.

"Da Mao, where are you going so early in the morning? Uncle Yi hasn't even put up the couplet for you yet!"

Xu Damao was feeling very excited and busy!

I don't have time to deal with him. Besides, I've already been annoyed by him.

Upon hearing this, he said impatiently, "I don't have any money. You can pay if you want, just don't ask me for money."

As he spoke, he left the courtyard; he was in a hurry to deliver a gift!

"Hey, this Xu Damao, he doesn't know what's good for him." Old Yan was so angry that his face turned red.

Aunt Yi, however, was troubled. Looking at the couplet in her hand, she asked, "Dad, won't we have an extra pair of couplets? What should we do?"

Grandpa Yi was also in a dilemma: what to do with the extra one?

"Don't worry about that for now, let's quickly put them on in the other rooms so no one leaves later."

As I entered the courtyard and headed towards Sha Zhu's house, I saw people coming out of the house.

Holding two couplets in their hands, they bumped into each other face to face.

"Hey, Uncle Yi, are you here to put up couplets again?"

Sha Zhu raised his hand and said, "I'll save you two paintings this year, so I won't need yours."

The old man was speechless. What's going on?

Only after asking did I learn that the couplet was written by Ran Qiuye's father, Ran's father.

It's Chinese New Year, a perfect time to wish for good luck.

Sha Zhu casually mentioned building a country and got a pair in return.

This way, Old Man Yan can save two paintings.

Look at him, acting as if he's saving himself some money, holding up the couplet as he walks towards Yang Jianguo's house.

Old Man Yan was completely dumbfounded.

How come someone has to steal our business when we're just having a nice New Year's celebration?

"Pillar, Pillar, wait a minute."

Old Man Yan called out to Sha Zhu, "Well, I wrote all the Spring Festival couplets in the courtyard every year."

Sha Zhu nodded. "Ah, what's wrong?"

Old Man Yan pointed at the couplet in his hand and said, "Well, you didn't tell me beforehand, and I had already written it down."

Sha Zhu chuckled, "Hey, Uncle Yi, you never told me beforehand when you posted couplets for rewards in previous years."

"The person was still asleep inside! Bang, they stuck it on, and then they knocked on the door asking for a reward."

Sha Zhu chuckled and leaned closer, asking, "Back then, I didn't say anything!"

"Now that I'm married, my father-in-law said he wants to write me a couplet for the New Year. How could I refuse?"

The man's argument was reasonable and well-founded, but Old Man Yan couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Sha Zhu continued, "Since you can't, I already have this. Do you think I can take yours too?"

Seeing her husband being gagged, the old lady hurriedly asked, "You can have whatever you want, why did you bring Jianguo along?"

Sha Zhu tilted his head and grinned, "I'm happy to."

As he spoke, the man turned his head and called out, "Jianguo, are you up yet? I've brought you some couplets."

Hearing the shouts outside, Yang Jianguo, who was dressing his child, laughed: "Is this Zhuzi trying to steal Uncle Yi's business?"

Yingzi put down the washbasin and said with a smile, "I'll go take a look."

He opened the door and let Sha Zhu in.

The man immediately placed the couplet on the table, picked up another one, unfolded it, and asked, "Jianguo, look, not bad, right?"

Yang Jianguo turned his head and praised, "These characters are good."

Then look at the whole sentence: the first line is "Tranquility leads to far-reaching goals," and the second line is "Detachment brings peace of mind."

Yang Jianguo nodded and said "good", then asked, "What about the horizontal scroll? Let me see."

The horizontal inscription for this sentence should be "Aim high."

But wait until Sha Zhu picks up the horizontal scroll, unfolds it, and takes a look.

“Merit brings joy.” Yang Jianguo read these four words aloud, his expression slightly surprised.

Benefiting one's community and leaving a lasting legacy brings joy, clarifies one's aspirations, and strengthens one's resolve.

Moreover, the meaning of these four characters perfectly encapsulates the names Zhiyuan and Zhiyi.

Yuezhi is a good omen and auspicious sign.

"Zhu Zi, Professor Ran went to great lengths. Please thank him for me when you see him another day. Tell him that Jianguo received his blessing and appreciated his efforts."

Sha Zhu grinned and put down the couplet, saying, "When I was writing it, Qiu Ye said you would definitely like it, and it really is."

Picking up another one, Sha Zhu unfolded it and said, "Take a look at mine."

"The old year brought a few more joys, and the new year will bring even greater success."

After he finished reading, Sha Zhu put down the scroll and picked up the horizontal scroll that read "Farewell to the old year, welcome the new."

"Great! Goodbye to the old and welcome to the new. I think you won't need to change this banner anymore; welcoming the new year brings good fortune."

Yang Jianguo praised him repeatedly, and Sha Zhu was overjoyed.

"Jianguo, if you ask me, this person who is doing great scholarship is really something else. He has really made me proud this time."

Hearing his nonsensical words, Yingzi, who was cooking at the stove, turned around and said, "If Professor Ran hears you say that, you'll get a beating!"

Sha Zhu shrank back and said with a fawning smile, "Yingzi, I'm just being tactless, so please don't tell Qiuye."

Yingzi laughed and said, "Just don't say anything about it yourself."

With that mouth of Sha Zhu, what wouldn't he say in front of Ran Qiuye?

After she exposed him, Sha Zhu scratched his head helplessly, "Don't you think I have anything to hide if I'm not speaking from the heart?"

As they were talking, a commotion suddenly broke out in the courtyard.

"Yan Bugui, this is a typical robbery... How can someone like you act like a big shot?"

"Let me tell you, you should be sent to the neighborhood office for a good study session. You're supposed to be a teacher, ugh..."

Standing under her own porch, Granny Jia put her hands on her hips and stared at Old Man Yan with a look of disgust.

That arrogant and disdainful attitude made Old Man Yan so angry he trembled.

He was a respectable schoolteacher.

A cultured man who has spent most of his life studying was lectured by a shrewish countrywoman from the village?

Yan Laokou felt a surge of anger rising to his head.

Suddenly everything went black, and I staggered.

Thank goodness, I didn't fall headfirst onto the steps of the Rujia Hotel in Qinhuai.