Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

In the end, you have to rely on yourself.

If she hadn't made up her mind back then, she would have really ended up working for Sha Zhu.

She is where she is today, having become a third-level worker.

With all the miscellaneous expenses combined, how could she possibly earn seventy or eighty yuan a month?

"It's only natural for a mother to feel sorry for her child, and Senior Sister is actually still thinking about it!"

Li Aiguo, while biting into a piece of goose meat, shared his thoughts with him.

“I understand that, but sometimes you have to be ruthless to truly be good to him.”

Yang Jianguo glanced at his daughter sitting in his father-in-law's lap, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

It's easier said than done!

Countless times, the girl's eyes reddened, and her pitiful look with tears in her eyes almost softened his heart.

If it weren't for Yingzi's help, Yang Jianguo would probably have surrendered long ago and wouldn't have been able to hold on.

"Alright, why keep bringing up other people during the New Year?" Yingzi's father interrupted, placing the teacup in front of him: "Have some more."

Seeing his father-in-law's feigned composure, Yang Jianguo asked with amusement, "Another spoonful?"

The father-in-law grunted in agreement, prompting the mother-in-law to laugh and scold, "You're so useless! Didn't I tell you I'd take care of it for you?"

"What do women know?" the father-in-law blurted out, then quickly added, realizing his mistake, "Isn't this all about celebrating the New Year?"

She gave him a fierce look, telling him to figure it out himself.

Drinking deer antler wine, Yingzi's father was both happy and tormented; he was afraid he would be nagged again when he went back.

Ugh, that foul mouth.

Why doesn't it lock the door?!

After eating and drinking their fill, Yang Jianguo swallowed the last two dumplings, and the two children had already fallen asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Without the fun of setting off firecrackers on New Year's Eve, the children's excitement fades after dinner.

The festive atmosphere seems to have faded a little.

But Yang Jianguo was satisfied; the festive atmosphere of this year's New Year was more intense than in his previous life.

What's the point of talking about the New Year when I'm all alone?

After picking up the child, Yingzi said a few words to her parents, and the two of them walked one after the other towards the main house in the backyard.

My parents live in the old house, while Aiguo and Aimin live in the side room.

The bunk bed is a bit low, but it's long enough for everyone to sleep in.

He hurried back inside, and the cold air vanished the moment he closed the door.

The room, with the stove burning, was wonderfully warm.

First, put the child to bed and let him sleep. Yingzi went to fetch water, while Yang Jianguo turned off the stove fire.

After getting ready, I went to bed and lay down next to someone.

Staring at the ceiling, Yingzi abruptly asked, "Jianguo, when will this ever end?"

Life is good, but there's a constant sense of unease and anxiety.

It felt like a stone was pressing down on my head, making me feel suffocated!

Yang Jianguo turned over and patted her shoulder to comfort her, saying, "Go to sleep, it will pass."

Winter goes and spring comes; the trees in the yard wither and turn green, then wither again.

Life in the courtyard remained calm and uneventful, and Yang Jianguo's daily life was also monotonous.

The technology in the workshop is advancing rapidly, and good news comes from time to time.

Besides completing the tasks assigned to them, their main responsibility is research and development, breakthroughs, and innovation.

If you have an idea, be bold and go for it, put it into practice.

With Yang Jianguo selectively relinquishing control, the experience and knowledge of the workshop's skilled workers were put to good use.

For four consecutive years, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill has received several collective honors.

In precision manufacturing, we have achieved numerous technological breakthroughs and innovations, progressing from nothing to something, and then to excellence.

This will completely end the history of this field being entirely controlled by foreigners.

At the same time, Yang Jianguo himself became a national "representative of advanced model workers" during this special period and entered the Great Hall of the People to receive commendation.

The large red flower that I wore in the auditorium still hangs in the center of the white wall directly opposite the entrance.

The courtyard was peaceful, and apart from the peaceful passing of the deaf old lady, nothing else had changed.

When she passed away, the deaf old woman indeed bequeathed the house to Sha Zhu.

That makes sense; he was the closest person to the deaf old lady in the courtyard.

In recent years, he has been the person who has taken care of the deaf elderly woman the most, so he doesn't feel the need to hold onto this house.

There wasn't much to say between Yi Zhonghai and Aunt Yi; their relationship with Sha Zhu's family was practically on the verge of breaking off.

It's not like we're just sharing a meal, but it's pretty much the same.

Dazhuang would run into that room every day, calling out affectionately to his grandpa and grandma.

Perhaps because she had something to look forward to and Old Yi wasn't bothering her all the time, Aunt Yi's health improved, and she became more and more energetic.

So far, nothing has gone wrong, which is considered a good thing by Yang Jianguo, who knows the inside story.

Ran Qiuye's work went smoothly, and she did not fall to the point of being suspended from school or forced to sweep the streets.

No one ever bothered the three schools at Hongxing Factory.

In recent years, Liu Guangfu has not been seen returning, as if he has completely forgotten about this family.

Yan Jiecheng, who had moved out many years ago, moved back with his wife Yu Li.

The couple is pregnant, so they moved back home so that someone could take care of them.

Furthermore, it wouldn't be peaceful for the two of them to live in that courtyard.

Compared to this courtyard without Granny Jia and Xu Damao, it's far inferior.

Yu Li eventually married Yan Jiecheng, and the matter of Xu Damao stealing her away was never mentioned again.

After all, he's been gone for quite a few years.

Over the years, the grass on Xu Damao's grave must be seven or eight meters high.

Whether the couple argued about this in private is something only they know.

Dajuan graduated and decided to go to a nearby commune to work in the countryside and gain experience.

Bang Geng came back a few times, each time leaving reluctantly, but there was nothing he could do.

If he stays at home, someone will tie him up and take him to be criticized and denounced.

There are still three years until the dark clouds disperse and the spring breeze blows.

Zhiyuan and Zhiyi have also become third-grade elementary school students.

Yang Jianguo continued to pick them up and drop them off every day as usual, and thus became quite familiar with the school.

Everything is moving in a positive direction; let's look up again.

The sky was clear and the water was as blue as if it had been washed.

The once mature and steady little guy has grown into a young man, and Zhiyi, who always loves to smile, has also grown into a graceful and well-mannered young lady.

However, the years have left their mark on Yang Jianguo's face.

Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 266 Ten Miles, Lovely and Respectable

"Today, the whole nation mourns..."

The news broadcast over the loudspeaker caused the factory workers to stop what they were doing.

His face was filled with grief, and his eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment!

how come?

Why is it so sudden?!

How could that be?!?

Countless questions flooded my mind. At this moment, birth, aging, sickness, and death seemed like bizarre phenomena that defied natural law and morality.

Everyone felt that it shouldn't have happened...

"Jianguo."

"master."

"Master Yang."

The crowd gathered around him, shouting with grief and indignation, "Those bastards, what right do they have to give the order to Sibuzhun? They've gone too far!"

"I want to go to the street, I want to go..."

“I want to go too, to the streets, to the front of the imperial city, so that everyone can see me.”

"I'll go too, I'll go too..."

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation; they stood with their necks stiff and faces flushed as they vented their anger and grief.

Yang Jianguo was smoking a cigarette, making soft, puffing noises.

The swirling smoke shrouded his face in mystery.

Amidst the unpredictable weather, the big guy called out from the doorway, "Master Yang, someone's looking for you."

Yang Jianguo went out, and when he returned, his expression was one of certainty.

"I need to go out for a bit. Go get me a black veil with white flowers."

"Master, are you going to the scene?"

Yang Jianguo took a drag on his cigarette, nodded, and said, "Okay, everyone stay put in the factory. We'll talk about the rest when I get back."

Wearing a white flower on his chest and a black armband, Yang Jianguo went out.

This trip lasted for two days.

When Yang Jianguo returned home, Yingzi saw him push open the door and come in.

Unable to suppress her grief and anger any longer, she ran and threw herself into his arms.

The next day, as soon as Yang Jianguo arrived at the factory, he saw everyone gathered in the open space.

"master."

Upon seeing him, Zhang Chao, Qin Huairu, and others gathered around him.

The others also gathered around, regarding Yang Jianguo as their pillar of support.

"Master Yang, everyone wants to see you off on your final journey."

"Master Yang, take everyone there!"

"Master Yang, Master Yang..."

Looking at the eager and expectant faces before him, Yang Jianguo's expression was resolute.

"Go, go outside, go to the street, go to a place where you can see."

"Huai Ru, go to the logistics office and get a black gauze and a white flower."

Turning to the gate, Yang Jianguo shouted at the top of his lungs, "Big guy, you come with me. If anyone asks, just say I sent you. If you dare stop me..."

"Fight!" That single word encapsulated Yang Jianguo's feelings at that moment.

Only when you are truly living in this era, standing at the forefront of this storm, do you realize that some things are unavoidable.

If you hide, you'll be tormented and condemned by your conscience for the rest of your life.