Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

"Oh dear, my millet."

"Dad, hurry up and collect the dried sweet potatoes we've been drying."

"Pickled vegetables, quickly cover the pickled vegetables up."

A sudden downpour threw all the courtyards into chaos.

By the time everyone finished cleaning up and went back inside, they were all soaked to the bone.

"Go, hurry back to the room and wash up, then change into dry clothes," Yingzi urged the two children to go back to the room.

As he went to get an umbrella, the two of them had already run out the door: "Haha..."

Hearing the silly laughter of the crazy girl, Yingzi, holding the umbrella, looked at Yang Jianguo: She really is your good daughter!

I got a dirty look for no reason, and my fun of taking a bath and playing while I was soaked in the rain was ruined.

Yang Jianguo, who had changed into clean clothes and was lying on the bed flipping through a book, wanted to send the two of them off on the plane right now.

Go wherever you want, just get lost.

It's so disruptive to marital harmony that I even got the cold shoulder because of them.

My father is really having a tough time with the Party!

"System, check in." Yang Jianguo thought to himself, somewhat bored.

[Successfully checked in for a total of fifteen days.]

[Received: TV Ticket x1, Job Advancement Card x1, Japanese Language Proficiency Card x1, Nationwide Food Stamps x50.]

The reward is pretty good, much better than the previous two cumulative check-ins.

The Japanese language proficiency card and the job advancement card are exactly what he needs right now.

Use the job promotion card.

[Successfully completed; promoted to Senior Engineer.]

Use the Neon Language Proficiency Card.

[Successfully used, now fully proficient in Japanese.]

The warehouse was filled with all sorts of receipts, and Yang Jianguo was considering whether to make a few trips to the black market to exchange them.

Large items like TV tickets, bicycle tickets, radios, sewing machines, and radio tickets are useless to keep.

Everything we need for the house is here, and the company will come to install the phone in a couple of days. These receipts are just waiting to be invalidated.

As for keeping it for future appreciation, that's just idle talk.

If Yang Jianguo really had that idea, there were many ways to make money, such as depositing bills for appreciation.

It would be better to just convert it into cash and keep it for household expenses.

Once the two children go abroad, there will be a lot of expenses.

Yang Jianguo didn't intend to raise two second-generation heirs, but given the means, he wouldn't let his children carry dozens of dollars to wash dishes.

He hoped the two of them could do something more meaningful, something they wanted to do, even if it was just part-time work.

Without economic burdens and pressures, they can go faster, further, and with greater focus.

After checking all the inventory in the warehouse, Yang Jianguo roughly calculated that it could be sold for tens of thousands of yuan.

This really surprised him. "Am I fucking rich?"

Yingzi lifted the covers and lay down as well.

Yang Jianguo's thoughts were interrupted. His eyes darted around, and he put the book down with a wicked grin.

Yingzi glanced at the grandfather clock and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to look at it so early today?"

"Don't look at it."

Yang Jianguo looked at her seriously and said, "I need to take a good look at my wife."

Yingzi got shy from his staring.

Even though we've been married for a long time, my heart is still pounding like a deer's, thump thump thump...

"I'm sleepy, go to sleep!" I noticed she lowered her head, her ears turning red.

Yang Jianguo grinned mischievously—he'd got it.

The withered yellow leaves covered the ground, turning the ordinary streets golden and creating a unique charm.

Yang Jianguo was wearing a newly knitted wool vest, a trench coat over it, and a brown scarf around his neck.

With big cotton gloves on, you don't feel cold at all while riding a bike.

In the dead of winter, braving the cold wind, I headed straight for the train station.

Today, the equipment for Master Ma Degui's house finally arrived.

After nearly two months of back and forth, Yang Jianguo had been eagerly awaiting his arrival, and finally, it arrived.

Sure enough, as soon as they heard the equipment had arrived...

He immediately set off from his workplace and arrived at the train station in no time.

I parked the car in the parking space and paid.

Yang Jianguo took off his gloves, stuffed them into his pocket, and walked inside with his pockets bulging.

On the west side of the station ahead, four large Jiefang trucks were parked outside the gate, with armed guards standing by.

The people were transferred from Hongxing, and the team leader was an old acquaintance, Zhang Yu.

"Master Yang." Zhang Yu looked delighted to see him arrive.

He's been working with me for over ten years, a long-time colleague and partner.

In Zhang Yu's heart, he was still an old comrade-in-arms, a close colleague who fought on different posts. How could he not be happy to see him!

Not to mention the connection with Zhang Chao.

"Zhang Yu, how's it going? Has all the equipment been unloaded?"

He gave her a gentlemanly hug, patted her shoulder, and after they parted, Yang Jianguo looked at the double folding doors leading to the station platform.

"The items in front have already been loaded onto the truck. There are only two items left, but they won't let us touch them. We have to carry them ourselves."

Just then, someone came in from outside. Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow and said, "Hey, here they come."

A short Japanese man with a small mustache, noticeably bow-legged, and a pigeon-toed gait walked in.

Eight people carried a fully sealed wooden crate, their expressions serious, toward the gate opposite.

Ma Degui, a lackey who served the Japanese soldiers, was responsible for providing commentary and translation.

As she was introducing the capital to her master, she caught a glimpse of Yang Jianguo standing to the side.

"Yang Sang." Ma Degui excitedly raised his hand and waved to him.

Yang Jianguo frowned and watched as Ma Degui went up.

"Mr. Yang, this is Nakano Yamao, the team leader and person in charge sent by the head office this time."

"Gibberish, hi, hi..."

After bowing and scraping to his host, Ma Degui said with a smile, "Mr. Nakano asked me to give you his regards."

Yang Jianguo nodded, looking as if he didn't understand.

Don't ask, I just don't understand.

Chapter 320 A Show of Force, Not Tolerating Bad Habits

"Mr. Ma, you should just call me Master Yang. This is inland, and I don't like the way you call me 'Sangsang'!"

As they walked out, Yang Jianguo frowned, expressing his dissatisfaction.

You fake Japanese soldier, pretending to be a respectable human being.

Your master doesn't understand, so who are you trying to impress?

"Hehe, it was my rudeness." Ma Degui pressed his hands tightly against his trousers and bowed deeply to apologize.

"Ma-san, what happened?" Nakano Yamao stopped and stared at Ma Degui, who was apologizing.

"Hi, Mr. Nakano, I offended Mr. Yang with my words and I am apologizing to him. It was all my fault."

Ma Degui bowed and scraped repeatedly, smoothing out Nakano Yamao's brow: "We must respect our partners."

“Ma Sang, you should understand how important this is to the company.”

"Yes, I understand. I will complete the task well. Please rest assured, Mr. Nakano."

Seeing the two of them chattering on and on, Yang Jianguo appropriately showed his impatience.

The conversation finally came to an end, and all the equipment was loaded onto the truck.

Ask the other party to get in the vehicle, and several Japanese soldiers spontaneously dispersed and scrambled into the truck bed where the equipment was placed.

Zhang Yu was about to say something when Yang Jianguo shook his head and smiled, "Mr. Ma, please get in the car, Mr. Nakano, let's go."

"Okay, Mr. Yang, which car do you want to take? I'll go with you."

Yang Jianguo casually pointed to the square and said, "I rode my bike here myself. You guys take a car. We'll talk when we get there."

Seeing that he didn't seem inclined to go with him, Ma Degui thought to himself, 'Could it be that I and the company have been overthinking things?'

Then he saw Yang Jianguo walk towards the parking area.

I picked up the bike, and when I stepped on the pedal, it bounced.

That was incredibly clean and efficient, without the slightest delay.

"Mr. Ma, please get your men into the car!" Zhang Yu stood there expressionless, his right hand resting on his holster.

It's more accurate to call it a 'threat' than an invitation.

Ma Degui became somewhat nervous and asked sternly, "What are you trying to do?"

Zhang Yu said calmly, "Nothing, please get in the car quickly, Mr. Ma. I'm afraid something might happen if we stay too long."

"What accident? We are guests of the Ministry of Works."

Hearing him say that, Zhang Yu nodded seriously and said, "I know, if it weren't for this, you would have been beaten to death on the train."

"Do you know how many of the people who escorted you here had parents or relatives who died at the hands of the Japanese devils?"

"We all understand that peace is needed and development is required, but not everyone does."

Zhang Yu looked towards the front of the square and asked the curious crowd, "Do you think someone in there might be looking for revenge?"

Hearing this, Ma Degui was terrified. Damn it, he'd gotten himself into trouble.

But he also knew that Zhang Yu was absolutely right.

Diplomatic relations may have been established, but some things can never be forgotten.

If someone really encounters someone with a deep-seated blood feud, and they just want to kill two Japanese soldiers to vent their anger without any regard for the consequences, who can they complain to?

More people gathered outside the square to watch the spectacle, and Ma Degui, growing impatient, urged Nakano Yamao to get in the car.

When his master arrived, he almost forgot how he used to keep a low profile.

He was so afraid that people would find out he was working for the Japanese that he had someone put a sack over his head and beat him to death at night.

After the two got into the car, Zhang Yu also went around to the passenger seat and sat on the outermost side, close to the door.

Seeing her alertly scanning her surroundings, Ma Degui's impression of her improved somewhat.

It seems that the person wasn't threatening me; they were just doing their job!

"Captain Zhang has a very good impression of the Japanese!" Ma Degui thought that no one in her family must have died.

Otherwise, how could this person be so calm?

Zhang Yu looked out the window and said without turning her head, "My eldest uncle, third uncle, fifth uncle, seventh uncle, maternal grandfather, and great-uncle all died at the hands of the Japanese devils."

"You should be glad you met Master Yang first, before you got to know me."

"Masan, what are you talking about?" Nakano Yamao, who couldn't understand, was getting a little anxious. What were these two saying?