Chapter 1011: A Husky

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the old year departs,

The spring breeze brings warmth to the Tusu wine.

In the bright sun of a thousand households,

New peach wood charms are always exchanged for the old.

The Chinese people have always held a unique attitude toward New Year's Eve, and the first day of the New Year holds profound significance for them as well.

These two days, joined together, represent not only reunion, blessings, and hope, but are also an important component of traditional Chinese culture.

Through New Year celebrations, the Chinese people can feel the warmth and happiness of family, passing on blessings and friendship.

At the same time, this night also signals that everyone must face the challenges and opportunities of the coming year together.

Children are carefree; they do not yet understand the implications of there being no holiday for the New Year.

It was just because their parents said that even on New Year's Eve, they still had to go to work.

They didn't mind; their parents were only away during the day, and it wasn't as if they wouldn't return at night.

Without the constraints of their parents on this day, setting off firecrackers and fireworks felt even more free and easy.

However, the first year without a holiday was unlucky, as it happened to fall on a weekend; even if there were those on duty, most employees did not go to their units.

The Steel Rolling Mill did not shut down its furnaces this year, but work had already stopped; as early as the afternoon of the general meeting on Friday, they had already begun cleaning up.

It was an old rule for the entire factory: clear away the year's trash and trifles, hoping for a complete and perfect start next year.

The entire staff of the Service Department mobilized, and employees from administrative departments also participated in the labor, including workers in the workshops, dividing into zones and blocks to ensure their areas of responsibility were cleaned thoroughly.

On Saturday, when welfare goods were being distributed, there was basically no sound of machinery in the workshops, save for the boiler room, which was still maintaining a minimum level of operation.

The Committee Office had long since published the duty roster for the Spring Festival period.

On this Sunday, besides the staff on duty, there were actually leaders on duty as well.

Li Huai De was very good at stirring things up; he displayed his "style" by declaring that he would be on duty on New Year's Eve, allowing all other factory leaders to rest.

The result was that he found being on duty alone boring, so he called over several cadres who were on duty below him, preparing to play mahjong for the New Year.

Li Xuewu was not within the range of his mahjong table selections; it wasn't that he was hurt by losing last time, but rather that there was no need.

Old Li's mahjong philosophy was something the average person couldn't understand, nor could they learn it.

He didn't care about winning or losing, and he cared even less about card skills; what he cared about was observing a person's character through the mahjong game.

From the year-end meeting, it was evident that Old Li intended to complete his personnel training work this year.

He had truly tasted the sweetness of cultivating young people; if a few more Li Xuewus were to emerge, he would be singing and dancing every single day.

Li Xuewu had already graduated and was out of the game; he was no longer within Li Huai De's scope of assessment. Li Huai De had set his sights on those section-level cadres, intending to assess them as reserve forces.

Gu Weijie, who was in charge of personnel work, did not express much regarding this; personnel work was something the top leader would inevitably care about and pay attention to, and she had no reason to block it.

Furthermore, what Li Huai De was doing wasn't about seizing personnel power, but rather cultivating individual entities, which was different from personnel intervention in the general sense.

With Old Li at the Steel Rolling Mill, other cadres were happy to have a good New Year, but they kept it quiet.

Not all factories were as bold and responsible as the Steel Rolling Mill in caring for their employees; there were those who insisted on obeying organizational decisions and not having a holiday for the Spring Festival.

As for how to adjust the work enthusiasm of the employees, that was something they had to coordinate themselves.

In any case, the Steel Rolling Mill already had enough debt this year; it wouldn't hurt to rest for these two days.

With no one in the workshops and no one in the office areas, the entire factory became quiet.

Only the Security Department was working and on duty; following Li Xuewu's requirements, they were executing security at the highest level, and the fire brigade was fully staffed.

He wasn't afraid of the workers, but he was afraid of the employees' children; the ability of these "bear children" to cause trouble was beyond imagination.

They wouldn't throw the firecrackers bought for the New Year on the ground; they insisted on stuffing them under manhole covers. If they really ignited some gas, a flying manhole cover would have no less power than a cannonball.

Li Xuewu, who was in charge of safety work, had given a strict order: the factory guard team and patrol team were to patrol 24 hours a day without interruption, and any unauthorized personnel discovered were to be dealt with strictly.

Even employees living in the dormitory area were not allowed to wander into the production area, especially those university students.

They could go to the canteen, the reading room, or stroll along the road to date, but they absolutely could not sneak into the workshops.

Although the operation platforms were flat, although the mechanical handrails were very suitable for supporting one's body, and although some machinery was particularly suitable for enhancing the mood...

Don't doubt the young people of this era; in any period, there are always a few "old sixes" (sneaky people).

At Haiyuncang Courtyard No. 1, Han Jiankun and his wife arrived here early in the morning as usual.

The mother-in-law at home was in good health, and the couple basically didn't need to help with housework.

Since they couldn't take a holiday during the New Year, activities like visiting relatives were delayed, and the other children in the family couldn't return, which actually made things simpler.

Regarding the spring couplets mentioned last night, although the couple was newly married, Han Jiankun was still in mourning for his father, so there was no red in his home.

So, after preparing a set for his mother-in-law in the morning, the two were urged by her to come here.

They knew this was the home of Han Jiankun's leader, the home of the couple's matchmaker, and also the home where they worked as housekeepers.

With a pregnant woman and a small child in this home, how could they manage on their own?

Mutual understanding and mutual help—just like how the couple often brought delicious food home on weekdays.

Li Xuewu rarely slept in, and by the time he woke up, Han Jiankun had already put up the spring couplets.

Of course, he didn't use the ones issued by the factory; he was afraid of being laughed at if he put those up.

Upper scroll: Laboring household, spring light is good;

Lower scroll: Diligent and thrifty family, joy is abundant.

He wrote these himself; they fit the mood of last year very well and also welcomed the spring of this year.

Last year he was named a Model Worker; this year he had to be even more diligent and thrifty, preparing for hard times.

Of course, "hard times" didn't refer to a difficult life, but to work and the development of the factory.

Qin Jingru didn't have much of an impression of spring couplets; in her hometown, they hadn't put up couplets for many years, just cutting small pieces of red paper to stick on the door.

But sometimes when the year was good, they would put them up, though mostly things like: "People are diligent, livestock are strong; manure is plentiful, land is fertile."

Li Shu got up early; as soon as the sky was barely bright, she couldn't stay in bed. Hearing Qin Jingru's movements, she wanted to go out and play.

She was now chasing Han Jiankun to play, wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, running behind him like a ball.

Putting up spring couplets, hanging money, taking down door gods, sticking "Fu" characters—it was incredibly fun.

Celebrating the New Year required a sense of ritual, and Li Shu's New Year ritual was her new clothes, which Yu Li had specially sent over a few days ago.

A complete set of red cotton-padded clothes, with rabbit fur sewn onto the collar and cuffs of the vest, and the little tiger shoes were embroidered with large golden eyes; she looked incredibly cute wearing them.

Little Li Shu knew how to love beauty; she loved this set of clothes and didn't want to take them off even after going inside.

"Take them off quickly~"

Qin Jingru laughingly peeled off her outer cotton jacket. Seeing she was unwilling, she tapped Li Shu's little forehead and said, "Look, are you sweating?"

Li Shu raised her little hand to wipe it, grabbed it curiously, and looked at her little hand, feeling confused; she didn't even know when she had started sweating.

She thought Qin Jingru had deliberately teased her by sprinkling water on her forehead, and she was so angry that her little mouth pouted.

"Don't be unable to tell good from bad."

Qin Jingru was amused by her little expression and scolded her, then pointed to Li Xuewu in the living room, whispering a reminder: "Go quickly and pay New Year's greetings to Dad."

This put Li Shu in a difficult spot; she seemed to remember her aunt teaching her how to pay New Year's greetings, but how did one do it?

Li Shu stared blankly at her aunt, forgetting about the sweat on her forehead.

Qin Jingru raised her eyebrows and made a gesture of cupping her hands in greeting.

Li Shu seemed to understand, nodded knowingly, and ran toward the living room with her short legs, wobbling.

This child had ability; she was impatient and thought walking was too slow, insisting on running.

Having fallen many times, she had gained experience in running, and even though she wobbled like she was doing drunken boxing, she just wouldn't fall.

Li Xuewu had cleaned up after getting up and was flipping through today's newspaper.

Suddenly seeing his daughter run over, he thought something had happened.

He was nervous that his daughter would fall, but Li Shu was even more nervous, especially when she saw "Ba-ba" looking over; the thing she had just understood in her mind was forgotten again.

What did Auntie say?

Oh, oh, New Year's greetings, right!

Then how do you pay New Year's greetings?

Seems like... use a fist?

Li Xuewu watched helplessly as his daughter rushed over, stood by his leg, and then came up and punched him.

He had deliberately lowered his head, waiting for his daughter to express something, but he didn't expect a punch to the face, which left him stunned.

After hitting him, Li Shu was also stunned.

We agreed on New Year's greetings, I extended my fist and you bumped into it, are you trying to frame me?!

Qin Jingru was standing in the foyer, about to laugh her head off; the two of them were face to face, eye to eye, neither understanding what the other was trying to do.

Gu Ning came out of the bathroom, and seeing the two of them in such a state, coupled with Qin Jingru's laughter, she also smiled.

"Ya! ~"

With Li Shu's sharp voice, whenever the scene fell into embarrassment, she could always find a transition excuse for herself.

Relying on being small and thick-skinned, she ignored her father's speechless expression and turned to run into the inner room, as if playing hide-and-seek.

Han Jiankun came up from the basement, laughing, carrying the things Qin Jingru wanted, and teased Li Shu a couple of times.

Li Shu stood by the door, looking from afar at "Ba-ba" in the living room who had taken a punch from her, really wanting to say "Good luck and great prosperity."

The family didn't lack food or clothing, especially with a small population, so there was never a situation of saving for the sake of saving.

So the breakfast revealed the joy of the New Year.

Rice cakes, beef and radish soup, plus four small side dishes.

Qin Jingru had been preparing the big meal for noon for several days, just to show off her skills.

Very afraid of wasting things, and afraid her skills wouldn't be up to par, she even specially asked Han Jiankun to go to the factory canteen to ask the master chef.

Han Jiankun really listened to her, preparing detailed notes on the materials and dishes.

He even asked Master Qian, the chef of the mansion-style dishes, as if it were a very important matter.

Actually, Han Jiankun also felt it wasn't necessary; although Gu Ning was a picky eater, she wasn't picky about flavors.

Li Xuewu was even less of a picky eater; he ate whatever was made.

It was Qin Jingru who was nervous to death for this meal, even buying vegetables and preparing materials, ordering him around.

Otherwise, why would one say Han Jiankun's status at home was worrying? Qin Jingru didn't care about his opinions; once she gave an order, it had to be executed.

Goodness, buying vegetables and seasonings was one thing, but this "muffled oil gourd" (quiet person) also had to take the initiative to find Master Qian to ask about cooking skills.

Good heavens, it almost made things difficult for Han Jiankun.

He was in a difficult spot? Qin Jingru didn't care.

Isn't that right? It was only nine o'clock, and breakfast had just finished, and she was already preparing for the noon meal.

The seafood that Han Jiankun took out from the basement in the morning had to be marinated, the dried vegetables from the Northeast had to be soaked, and the vegetables that needed to be cleaned had to be cut now.

The kitchen work couldn't rely on others, but the prep work was all handed over to Han Jiankun.

Li Xuewu wanted to reach out and help, but was disliked by Qin Jingru, who said his hands were too big and not suitable for housework.

What did big or small hands have to do with it? She was just finding an excuse to say he was lazy and didn't know the five grains.

However, Li Xuewu really lacked practical experience in housework, so he really had to listen to her.

Under Gu Ning's smiling expression, he sighed helplessly and coaxed Li Shu to go stick window decorations.

Cutting window decorations was a craft the old lady taught the children: fold red paper in half, cut half, leave half, and stick the rest on the window.

Li Xuewu's hands were big, but actually very nimble; a pair of scissors flew in his hands, and in a moment, a large carp leaped onto the paper.

Li Shu watched the red paper in "Ba-ba's" hands turn into a fish, her eyes widening in surprise.

Like her mother, both were players who only knew how to shout "666."

After Li Xuewu finished cutting the window decorations, the family of three began team operations.

Li Xuewu held Li Shu while standing on the windowsill, while Gu Ning stood behind, directing the two of them to see if they were crooked.

Li Shu was held high by "Ba-ba," her little mouth giggling the whole time, especially watching the big carp fly onto the window.

It was rare for Li Xuewu to be at home on a weekend morning; the family enjoyed a moment of reunion, borrowing the atmosphere of the New Year.

This year, they said they wouldn't call it celebrating the New Year, but from the moment they got up in the morning, the sound of firecrackers rang out from time to time outside.

Li Xuewu didn't believe it was all the naughty "bear children"; perhaps there were adults who liked setting off firecrackers who borrowed the children's wind to secretly celebrate the New Year too.

Setting off firecrackers during the day, fireworks at night—just wait for the excitement tonight.

"F*ck its grandma!"

Wang Laoqi came out of his house early in the morning, his cotton jacket not yet buttoned, and he started cursing.

"If it weren't for these dog bastards, would we have to go to work on the New Year?"

He was a straight shooter; if he had any unhappiness, he had to say it out loud, otherwise, he would be stifled.

At this moment, walking toward the door while cursing, if someone asked, he would belittle the "scumbags" who wrote letters to the newspaper.

"New Year, New Year, it's all that turtle grandson; work can't stop, New Year can't be celebrated, this f*cking New Year's greeting isn't even possible!"

Actually, no one in the courtyard was happy; even though it was Sunday, they lost three days of holiday, and after working this day, they couldn't do anything.

The First Master and the Third Master had just put up the spring couplets issued by the factory at the gate, and seeing him come out muttering, they frowned.

"Are you on duty today?"

"Isn't that the truth!"

Wang Laoqi saw it was the First Master and reined in his mouth, but still said indignantly, "How can there be such a fuss on the New Year!"

"Besides!"

He gestured and said, "If there's going to be a fuss, why not pick on those above..."

"Wang Laoqi!"

The First Master saw this brat getting more and more out of line, speaking without restraint, and quickly scared him with a sentence.

If this sentence were heard by someone and escalated, he was afraid that he, who heard it, would also suffer.

"If they tell you to go, just go; just pretend the New Year has passed; it's only a day, and they don't need you to do any work!"

"What you said..."

Wang Laoqi pouted, wanting to refute, but seeing the First Master's look directed at the Third Master, he quickly shut his mouth.

"Hehe, the spring couplets are not bad."

He pointed to the couplets at the door, which read: "Revolutionary iron shoulders bear the universe, spring breeze and clever hands embroider the landscape."

The First Master glanced at him and signaled, "Hurry up; even if there's no work, there's still attendance to take; if you're late, you'll still have your wages deducted."

"Sigh~"

Wang Laoqi sighed, shook his head helplessly, and walked toward the alley.

The Third Master had been squinting his eyes, standing to the side, not speaking.

Wang Laoqi was a person who didn't keep his mouth shut, and he had offended him quite a bit; he was very petty.

But petty as he was, he understood the rule that the people and affairs of the courtyard couldn't go out of this gate, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to live in peace.

He pretended not to hear what Wang Laoqi said, but he had to remind the First Master: "I think the system of general meetings needs to be picked up again."

He pointed to his own temple and said, "If we don't wind the clock here, I think the ideology will slacken, and sooner or later, something big will happen."

The First Master, holding the paste basin, looked toward the alley and didn't speak.

At this moment, Li Xuecai, wearing a cotton hat, wrapped in a thick scarf, with two hand-warmers hanging around his neck, walked out of the door, looking a bit timid.

"Yo! Xuecai is back!"

Yan Fugui took the initiative to greet him, as if he didn't know that Li Xuecai and his father had returned home yesterday, even though they lived across the door.

Li Xuecai was also very polite, first greeting him, then greeting the First Master.

Children in the alley were like this; they had to greet the neighbors, otherwise, they would be scolded.

Of course, this was just a rule, and there were those who didn't follow it.

For example, Li Xuewu back in the day—who would dare force him to greet them when he came and went? Those with pretty daughters or wives in their homes were already avoiding him.

He wouldn't greet you, and if you talked about him behind his back, you'd talk about how Li Shun didn't know how to teach his children.

If he didn't hear it, fine; if he did, don't even think about your home's windows.

How accurate his slingshot was, don't even mention it; he'd break your windows and you wouldn't even find out who did it.

But as long as you had a heart of repentance and praised him and Li Shun in front of everyone, the matter would pass, and you wouldn't have to keep replacing your windows.

Li Xuecai was different; he had been a good child since he was little, and because he was willing to study traditional Chinese medicine, Li Shun regarded him as the successor to the family tradition.

Even though Xuewen and Xuewu were his biological sons, Li Shun had a different teaching attitude toward Li Xuecai.

The First Master didn't count; he managed the affairs of the courtyard and mostly handled things fairly, which was highly valued by everyone.

The Third Master's character was average; not only was he petty, but he was also muddled, especially in household affairs, which was highly criticized by people in the courtyard.

Although Li Xuecai hadn't been home for a long time, the courtyard was only so big, and there were only so many things, so he knew everything just by listening.

But he still had to greet them; he had to respect his own quality.

Yan Fugui, however, was a mouthy person; he took the initiative to greet Li Xuecai for the sake of the next sentence.

Seeing him respond, he asked with a smile: "Why? I heard your partner has made progress? Going to the branch bureau?"

The tone of this question was extremely awkward; it was hard to say if it was jealousy or envy, and there was even a hint of mockery and disdain.

He asked: "They say it was your second brother who helped arrange it; you really have to have a good relative."

"Is that so?"

Li Xuecai didn't care about the First Master's frowning expression, looked at Yan Fugui suspiciously, and asked: "Is there such a thing? How come I don't know?"

"Hi! How could you not know?"

Yan Fugui curled his lips and said: "This matter has already spread; they've long been saying the street office is going to change directors."

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Li Xuecai shrugged his shoulders, looked at him, and asked seriously: "If this matter was handled by my second brother, didn't he report it to you?"

"Scare~ Does he need to report to me~"

Yan Fugui sneered, turned his head, and waved his hand: "Who am I~"

This tone wasn't as humble as he appeared; it was full of disdain and disgust.

Li Xuecai just said "Oh," as if he didn't hear the meaning behind his words, but instead affirmed the surface meaning of his words.

"..."

Yan Fugui was choked by his words and almost rolled his eyes.

He wanted to argue a few more sentences, but Li Xuecai had already gone toward the alley.

The First Master frowned and stared at Yan Fugui, pursed his lips, and walked into the courtyard.

Everyone basically heard about the street office changing directors; as for who was changing, those with some thoughts and ability could also hear it.

However, knowing how it was changed, and knowing who helped, that was hard to say; perhaps there was some story behind it.

Yan Fugui didn't know where he heard the gossip, but he was babbling in front of the Li family; he really didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or unintentionally.

If it were unintentional, he wasn't the type to speak without thinking; a petty person wouldn't speak casually.

But if you say he was intentional, given his status and ability, how could he be throwing an egg against a rock and looking for trouble?

Actually, Yan Fugui just felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he had been uncomfortable since yesterday.

Watching Li Shun and Li Xuecai return with bags, watching Li Xuewu send boxes to his home, watching neighbors curry favor with the Li family, sending things under the guise of seeing the child.

He was really angry, feeling that people's hearts were not what they used to be and the atmosphere had gone bad.

How could people be like this? Just because the Li family was becoming more and more powerful, the neighbors had to curry favor?

Shouldn't they be treated equally and fairly!

When his eldest daughter-in-law gave birth, why didn't so many people come to visit and send things? This was too infuriating!

The Li family had enough good things; one after another, when would it ever end?!

Look, Li Shun just got a grandson, and this daughter-in-law who hasn't even entered the door has made progress; it's too envious!

His son didn't even have a job yet!

Today is the New Year; watching other families put up spring couplets and hang "Fu" characters, but his home's atmosphere was oppressive, and he really wasn't happy.

So seeing Li Xuecai come out, he couldn't help but want to mock him a few times.

He could see that the First Master didn't want to hear him speak, but some things had to be said.

Anyway, life had already become like this; the Li family was big and powerful, what could they do to him!

He thought beautifully!

Li Xuecai was too lazy to bother with him!

The few sentences he said at the door were just borrowing the wind to blow back.

If he really went to the door to argue about these things, it wouldn't be giving him face, it would be lowering his own value.

Now look at how people in the courtyard see the Yan family; the things that happened in their family make people feel disgusted when they hear them.

In this courtyard, even Jia Da Da Ma couldn't stand it; you can imagine how bad it was.

You wouldn't say it far, and you couldn't say it, but the neighbors nearby, there was no one she couldn't spread it to.

Just the mess in the Yan family, she spread it all out, letting everyone see how this "teacher" Yan actually managed his home.

Li Xuecai was a university student, and his family were people of status, so he wouldn't care about this, and Li Shun wouldn't let him either.

For the past few months, Li Xuecai didn't have to go to school, just followed his father to the mountains to exercise and study, and his temper had been smoothed out quite a bit.

He used to be easily impulsive, but every day he followed his father to study medicine in the mountains, treating the villagers and receiving thanks.

People have to experience and learn to see their own value and the value of others.

Li Shun really didn't let him idle; besides studying medicine and laboring on weekdays, he didn't let him rest on weekends, and the two of them carried medicine boxes through the mountains to visit neighboring villages.

"Barefoot doctors" were popular in this era; as long as you had some education, they'd give you a book, and you could be a doctor after reading it.

There weren't that many professional medical personnel coming down to support, so the commune and the village had to find their own ways.

The Red Star Commune had a medical station supported by the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, which became a learning station for barefoot doctors from ten miles and eight villages.

Li Shun was the teacher, taking his son to turn around the villages on Sundays to see patients whose conditions were uncertain.

Li Xuecai had always lived in the city; no matter how bitter life was, he had never seen the bitterness of the countryside.

This time, he really saw enough; the whole family squeezed onto one kang, and the situation of only having one set of clothes to wear when going out directly shattered his worldview.

Seeking medical advice has been a difficult problem since ancient times; the two of them could be considered to have put it into practice, fulfilling the duty of a benevolent doctor.

Most of the Chinese herbal medicines were picked in the mountains, and the medical room processed and prepared them itself; when they reached their hands, they sold little and gave away much.

For those families hovering between starvation and death from illness, how could they bear to ask for that money?

The money for seeing a doctor couldn't be asked for, and the money for the medicine to cure the illness had to be covered; Li Shun could be considered to have given his son a vivid lesson with the medical ethics he learned from his father.

Li Xuecai's art was actually quite good; he could see most general illnesses.

But Li Shun wouldn't let the patient worry, and he wouldn't let his son practice medicine without graduating.

Instead, he let him see first, then he saw it himself, and then they compared prescriptions, explaining to his son what was good and what was not.

This appearance made the patients feel at ease and gave them peace of mind when taking the medicine.

Especially when Li Shun affirmed his son's diagnosis and the prescription he wrote, the patients gradually recognized Li Xuecai, and Li Xuecai gradually built up his own self-confidence.

Cultivating a professional Western doctor might take five to seven years, or even ten.

But cultivating a professional TCM doctor takes at least twenty years, or even longer.

Pulse reading, acupuncture, and massage are just appearances; the deeper level is eating cases, eating experience, and eating eyesight.

TCM doesn't need machines for examinations; just by looking, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse, one can judge the patient's condition.

Especially in the treatment process, one must also judge the dosage of medicine used and delete or change the prescription according to specific circumstances.

Western medicine is a team-based battle; TCM is a personal arena of fighting alone.

If both are eighty-year-old TCM doctors and Western doctors, whom do you trust more?

Do you let the old TCM doctor diagnose you, or let the old Western doctor perform surgery on you?

The old Western doctor's hands are shaking; you go onto the operating table at 200 jin, and when you come down, you're only 100 jin; he might shake and cut half of you off.

The tempering of the environment and the study of technology made Li Xuecai's temper and character increasingly kind and confident.

Although he still looked a bit clumsy and naive in life, in reality, his growth could be seen by Li Xuewu.

If he weren't so pure, how could Ji Yuxiu's family have recognized him?

Even Ji Yuxiu herself was relatively pure and naive; it was only after training at the branch bureau that she gained a bit of heroic spirit.

Both were lively and kind people; sometimes "matching doors and households" (social status) really couldn't compare to this kind of mutual affection.

Especially now, Li Xuecai's rapid growth made Ji Yuxiu and her family feel gratified.

Although today is New Year's Eve, it counts as the people they want to find being at home.

Li Xuecai avoided the noise in the school and going to the mountains was actually a state of truancy.

It's just that everyone ran away, so no one held him accountable.

But starting this year, the school intended to restore teaching for these students and had already been contacting and running around.

He also heard this news and was afraid that his classmates would think he had disappeared, and the school didn't come to find him, so he could only keep asking.

The Red Star Commune was in the mountains, but it wasn't far; he came down little, but Zhao Xia came down a lot.

Zhao Xia was the son of Zhao Yufeng, the vice president of the TCM Hospital, and the two were classmates.

Li Xuecai didn't dare to contact other former classmates, but Zhao Xia didn't break contact.

So as long as he found Zhao Xia to ask about the situation, he would know when it was suitable to return to school to report.

As for whether the school would hold him accountable for leaving without saying goodbye, with the TCM Hospital and the research institute on the mountain, when the time came to issue a certificate, everything would be easy to say.

Compared to those little brats playing guerrilla warfare everywhere, Li Xuecai could be considered a model of good students; who would make things difficult for him?

The TCM Hospital was by the side of the street; turn onto the main road and walk a while, and you'd be there.

The TCM Hospital's family courtyard was behind the hospital, which was even closer.

Because there was no holiday today, the supply and marketing cooperative didn't have a holiday either; Liu Yin told him he could go ask, but remember to buy a bottle of soy sauce on the way back.

It was a coincidence; Ji Yuxiu said last night that the streets were chaotic now, so he should be careful.

He was afraid of what would happen, and as soon as he left the alley, he ran into such a situation.

Li Xuecai didn't know who was fighting, but at this moment, it was too late to hide, so he could only stand by the wall.

"Zhang Jianguo, I f*ck your grandpa!"

One of the parties participating in the fight was Zhang Jianguo, the new generation leader of Xinjiekou who had taken over Zhou Changli's shift some time ago.

Zhang Jianguo was also a master at planning and uniting people; with that incident in front of the club, he was becoming more and more mixed up in Xinjiekou now.

Someone asked, why did Xinjiekou run to Jiaodaokou to fight?

On the 8th, all the "wan-zhu" (tough guys) in the city came out to see the excitement and wandered out to play.

Look, they were usually shivering and squatting at home without movement, but when they gathered together, they didn't look at each other favorably.

You say a sentence about your territory, he says a sentence about his, and they were about to fight.

Jiaodaokou had never been occupied because the old "wan-zhu" said it was evil and had dragged down many ruthless characters.

But no matter how evil the place was, as long as it was chaotic, it would be affected.

Liu Mazi from Beixinqiao wanted to "pull status," and the two sides started a fight at Jiaodaokou in front of Li Xuecai.

This f*cking was completely an unprovoked disaster; one was from Beixinqiao, one was from Xinjiekou, and both were next to Jiaodaokou.

Li Xuecai was also purely unlucky; seeing the clashing, he couldn't help but hide the soy sauce bottle in his hand behind his back, very afraid of being misunderstood.

In a fight, the leader cannot do it himself; it is a banner.

Li Xuecai had seen his second brother fight, but he hadn't seen the current "wan-zhu" fight.

He only saw that Zhang Jianguo raised his neck and shouted: "I am Zhang Jianguo from Xinjiekou."

He reported his name, and the people behind him rushed forward, all carrying tools in their hands.

Just looking at the scene, it was chaotic; the military belts were flying, knocking down one after another.

Li Xuecai's eyes were blurred; he only felt that his eyes were full of people, blocking this street, really becoming a scene of the New Year.

He was blocked in the middle by both sides, holding a soy sauce bottle in his hand, really looking like he was fighting.

Fortunately, neither side noticed him.

Mainly because the clothes he wore didn't look like a "wan-zhu," and no one cared about his soy sauce bottle.

Zhang Jianguo's group was really fierce, and their hands were ruthless, beating Beixinqiao's Liu Mazi and others until they were crying for their fathers and mothers and fleeing.

As if they had won a great victory, he hadn't had time to celebrate, and Li Xuecai hadn't had time to rejoice.

Zhang Jianguo was about to take more than a dozen brothers to show off and walk out, when he ran into another situation.

In a row, a large group of little brats came surrounding them.

They all came riding manganese steel bicycles, 180 yuan each, and had to have a ticket to buy; in this era, it was like a BMW in later generations.

These people had much more momentum than Zhang Jianguo and others, and they looked like they were not to be trifled with.

Li Xuecai was startled again; he had just thought that after the fight, it would be over, and he was waiting for these people to leave so he could leave.

Never expected, one wave hadn't subsided, another wave came to invade, the vast sea of people, the storm...

He returned to the familiar corner and stood at attention, not daring to move.

That year I was 20, standing in the corner pretending to be a dummy.

"Yo! What a coincidence!"

Li Yuanchao looked at Zhang Jianguo sideways, looked around with a mocking tone, and said to him: "I've been looking for you for many days, and today I finally ran into you."

He had a steel wire lock hanging in front of his bicycle; at this moment, while shaking the steel wire lock, he stared at the military belts in the hands of Zhang Jianguo's side and said these things were outdated.

Although Li Yuanchao said it was a coincidence, he had actually set a net for a long time, just to block these "wan-zhu."

Especially taking advantage of the fact that old soldiers like Zhao Weidong were not in a state and didn't have the heart to get involved in these things, they wanted to establish prestige and stand firm.

At the same time, Li Yuanchao also wanted to avenge the beating he took in front of the club last time; this time he wanted to make a name for himself.

Look, now there are two groups of people, one group of old soldiers, one group of "wan-zhu," but their clothes and attire are actually the same.

The popular clothing in this era was just that one set, everyone wore "board green" (military green) to prove their identity.

Why didn't they look for Li Xuecai? Because Li Xuecai didn't wear this; he wore ordinary cotton jackets, and at a glance, he wasn't one of them.

Someone asked, since they all wore the same, how did they distinguish between friend and foe?

It's like this, it's very difficult to distinguish on the road; after all, no one has "I am so-and-so" written on their face.

So when you meet, you have to "pan pan dao" (test the waters).

Li Yuanchao said he was blocking these people, but it wasn't aimed at Zhang Jianguo alone; it was all the "wan-zhu."

Blocking here today was just Zhang Jianguo's bad luck; the movement he made with Liu Mazi just now was too big, attracting Li Yuanchao and these people.

In order to become famous, Li Yuanchao couldn't fight an anonymous fight; at this moment, knocking on the steel wire lock, he had to ask about Zhang Jianguo's "path."

"Which department are you from?"

It was just seeing Zhang Jianguo and others' attire, as well as the belts in their hands; he didn't want to "let the water rush the Dragon King Temple" (fight his own people), so he asked in the slang close to his side.

But Zhang Jianguo didn't care about this; he had already walked forward a few steps, and hearing him ask such a stupid question, he swung his belt and hit him, not reasoning at all.

"What department, stop pretending!"

Zhang Jianguo looked fierce, and he acted ruthlessly, quite like he didn't want his life.

Li Yuanchao was also unlucky enough; he hadn't recovered from the last beating, and this time he was ambushed again.

Because Zhang Jianguo and others were unreasonable, more than a dozen people hitting the other side was really like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.

As long as you are ruthless and don't want your life, the fierce ones have to fear you by three points.

Especially when Zhang Jianguo and others took out the "forks" (knives) from their bosoms, these were really things that could kill people.

The old soldiers were all sharp people; how could they suffer this loss, and they fled one after another.

Readers who have fought know that the more people there are, the harder it is to fight, especially when someone runs away first, it will drive everyone to run.

Li Yuanchao encountered such bad luck; the ones behind ran away, and they were beaten, so they could only follow and run.

A strange scene appeared on the street: more than a dozen people chasing a group of people, which was very lively.

Zhang Jianguo didn't know where he picked up a stick, and while swinging at those people, he shouted to the people around him: "Grab the bikes!"

Because they wanted to grab the bikes, the scene changed from fighting to chasing, and it suddenly became chaotic.

Even Li Xuecai was dumbfounded; he didn't know when, but there was a brand-new manganese steel bicycle in his hand.

Who pushed it to him just now?

That... Big Brother, I don't want this!

I'm just here to buy soy sauce!

After beating Li Yuanchao and others away, Zhang Jianguo and others looked at the bicycles parked on the street and showed a victorious smile.

They celebrated, cheered, hugged, and even took off their hats and jumped.

Zhang Jianguo was also happy; he was also happy; this fight would definitely make him famous.

First leveled Liu Mazi, then kicked the little brats.

But celebrating and cheering, slowly they felt something was wrong.

This group of people gradually turned their eyes to Li Xuecai, who was standing there holding a bicycle without any movement.

Not right!

When did an extra person join the team?

Li Heping and Yan Shengli looked at each other and asked at the same time: "Your friend?"

After asking this sentence, both were stunned, and then shook their heads together: "Don't know!"

And then both looked at Li Xuecai.

"Who are you?!"

Got it!

A husky mixed into the paparazzi team!

"Who do you mix with?"

This is also "pan dao" (testing the waters); you have to match the "cha kou" (the right connection).

Reporting your name is useless; you have to say you are active in a certain place, then report the name of the local big "wan-zhu," and only if you report it correctly can you leave. ===== CHAPTER 1012 =====

Registering doesn't work; you have to say you're operating in a certain area first, then report the name of the local big-shot, and only if you report it correctly can you pass.