Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Joins the Army, Presses an AK-47 with One Hand

The phone in He Yuzhu's office suddenly rang.

"Hey."

He Yuzhu answered the phone.

"Director He."

"I am Yang Dazhi, the director of the steel rolling mill."

"Would you like to go fishing together at noon?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

He Yuzhu was feeling a bit bored when he accepted the invitation from Yang Dazhi, the director of the steel rolling mill, without hesitation: "Okay, let's go fishing together. Where is the spot?"

Yang Dazhi was overjoyed that He Yuzhu agreed so readily and quickly replied, "It would be best if we set off for Xilong Lake now. It just rained yesterday, which is a good time for fishing. The sun may come out at any time this afternoon, and then it may be harder to catch fish."

Yang Dazhi was clearly a fairly professional amateur fishing enthusiast; he even knew when it was easier to catch fish. "Okay, I'll head straight there," He Yuzhu said.

"I'll drive to pick you up," Yang Dazhi said quickly.

Since the invitation was extended to He Yuzhu, how could he let He Yuzhu go by himself?

It must include pick-up and drop-off.

Yang Dazhi knows how to get along with people.

He Yuzhu had made so many contributions to the steel rolling mill, so he had to give him this much respect. "Okay," He Yuzhu said without refusing.

Currently, many researchers at the Infantry Research Institute are working with researchers from various related departments to continuously test the supercomputer and exchange various technologies.

He Yuzhu is really free now.

Fishing in your spare time is a perfect way to cultivate your mind and spirit.

He Yuzhu's attitude towards life is one of carefree living.

Serving one's country and living a carefree life are not mutually exclusive.

Yang Dazhi was very efficient; he drove over in five minutes.

Enjoying the unique scenery of Beijing in the 1950s along the way, we soon arrived at Xilong Lake.

Long queues formed on both sides of the shore of Xilong Lake.

They're all fishing.

There were also many children, each holding a bamboo pole with a thin string attached to it, hooking a small insect, and casting it into the water to fish.

Don't say it.

A novice can beat a master with a flurry of punches; there really are kids who can catch fish like that.

And this happens all the time.

In those days, people were generally poor. If someone caught a fish, it was like having a meal, and a very delicious one at that.

Therefore, there are many people fishing at noon.

Some people come fishing right after work, while others sneak out early to fish. At this time, there are forty or fifty children and sixty or seventy adults fishing at Xilong Lake, creating a lively atmosphere. Such a noisy environment is a greater challenge for fishing, as the noise can frighten the fish. "Director He, let's go over there. I've already had someone reserve a spot," Yang Dazhi pointed in a direction towards He Yuzhu. It was a spot below a mountain wall, sheltered from the wind and sunlight—a perfect fishing location.

"Alright, I'll follow Director Yang's arrangements." The fact that Yang Dazhi would have someone reserve a spot in advance shows that this kid has been fishing here quite often, and probably even has his own preferred fishing spot. "Master Zhu." As He Yuzhu and Yang Dazhi walked and talked, a voice called out to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu turned around and said, "Yan Bugui, aren't you at work? What are you doing fishing?"

what

He Yuzhu was sure he would say a few words to Yan Bugui when he saw him.

One should not show kindness to beasts.

Yan Bugui immediately broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself that he should have known better than to greet He Yuzhu and ask such a tricky question, and he couldn't lie.

Yan Bugui chose to tell the truth: "I only had one class in the morning, and I had nothing to do after that, so I came out fishing." After saying that, Yan Bugui immediately pinched his mouth shut with his hands to prevent himself from saying the rest of the sentence.

What he really meant was that everyone's finished their classes, and I'm just sitting in the office doing nothing. I should come out and have some fun, go fishing during work hours, it'll be so much fun!

Yang Dazhi looked quite surprised when Yan Bugui stopped speaking halfway through his sentence, pinching his lips.

He Yuzhu, however, was unsurprised. Seeing Yan Bugui pinching his lips, he could roughly guess why he was doing so, and smiled without saying a word.

This old boy.

If you don't cultivate your character, you'll eventually die because of his words.

Take care of yourself.

He Yuzhu glanced at the wooden bucket in front of Yan Bugui and saw that there were no fish: "Yan Bugui, work comes first. Don't be playful and let it affect your work."

He Yuzhu reminded him.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Yan Bugui nodded repeatedly.

This made He Yuzhu seem like Yan Bugui's elder.

Yan Bugui watched He Yuzhu and Yang Dazhi leave, muttering under his breath, "What a show-off."

Chapter 167 Removal of Yan Bugui from His Position as People's Teacher

He Yuzhu had exceptional hearing, so he could naturally hear Yan Bugui cursing at him.

"Yan Bugui, who are you calling a show-off?" He Yuzhu, who had already taken a few steps, suddenly turned back and questioned Yan Bugui with utmost seriousness.

He Yuzhu is intolerant of any wrongdoing.

Now that he has heard Yan Bugui say that about him.

How could one possibly turn a blind eye?

Under the influence of the "Tell the Truth Pill," Yan Bugui subconsciously said to He Yuzhu, "I'm telling you, are you showing off? He Yuzhu, the director of the Infantry Combat Research Institute, lives at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. I'm talking about you, by name. No, what are you pretending for? So what if you're a lowly soldier? Look at how capable you are. I've disliked you for a long time. I use my work time to go fishing, I like it. Do I need you to teach me how to do things? And my son climbed over Ding Qiunan's wall. So what? That's giving Ding Qiunan face. You're the one who stripped me of my position as the third uncle in charge of the courtyard. I'll hate you for the rest of my life for this."

“If it were three years ago, and I had gone to fight in the Korean War, my rank might have been higher than yours.”

"A young man with no beard is unreliable."

"what."

“ei!”

Yan Bugui looked at He Yuzhu with a sullen expression.

Seven grievances and eight resentments.

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he was immediately drenched in cold sweat.

He immediately covered his mouth.

If we keep talking, we're doomed.

Yan Bugui had not expected that He Yuzhu would come back to talk to him again, so he couldn't help but speak his mind.

"Cough cough."

Yan Bugui coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.

She glanced weakly at He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu wasn't angry after hearing Yan Bugui's complaints; he knew it was the effect of the "Truth-Telling Pill."

Yan Bugui is a heartless and cruel beast.

They could guess what Yan Bugui was thinking.

It's definitely not a good thing.

Beasts' thoughts are bound to be more beastly than others'.

Needless to say.

However, Yang Dazhi, the director of the steel rolling mill next door, got anxious: "Who do you think you are, daring to insult a combat hero and a soldier like this? Do you know what you're doing? You're insulting a soldier. Just for this, you should quit being a teacher. You've gone too far. You're incredibly audacious!"

Yang Dazhi's gaze was firm. Although he was not the principal of Dongqu Primary School, he could speak with the principal. He could not stand by and watch Yan Bugui's despicable behavior.

What Yang Dazhi said.

I will definitely keep my word.

As the director of a steel rolling mill with 10,000 employees.

He always keeps his word.

He Yuzhu did not try to persuade Yang Dazhi.

Yan Bugui should be punished.

Such a despicable person.

It is truly inappropriate to allow him to continue as a teacher, as he is misleading students.

Yan Bugui's entire family are useless.

What is his teaching level?

zero.

Yan Bugui was completely soaked.

This……

So you lost your job?

He wanted to apologize to He Yuzhu, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it. The "Truth or Dare Pill" completely revealed his inner thoughts. He didn't want to apologize, so he couldn't say the words. He even wanted to continue cursing He Yuzhu.

Yan Bugui could only pinch his mouth shut with his hands.

Then he bowed repeatedly to He Yuzhu and Yang Dazhi.

The overall art style is very strange.

"What the hell?" Yang Dazhi pointed at Yan Bugui and angrily rebuked him. Then he took He Yuzhu to go fishing and ignored him, so as not to let Yan Bugui disturb his mood too much.

"Woooooooo..."

"I lost my job."

"You bastard He Yuzhu, I'm doomed whenever I run into you."