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

You can get a reward for hitting someone?

Look.

How important it is to follow the right people.

Choice is more important than effort.

Yang Weimin usually got along well with many fitters in the courtyard at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, so he naturally knew that Yi Zhonghai was the head of the courtyard.

"Factory-wide announcement: Jia Dongxu has been promoted to Level 2 Fitter..."

"Factory-wide announcement: Jia Dongxu has been promoted to Level 2 Fitter..."

Suddenly, an announcement came over the loudspeaker throughout the steel rolling mill that Jia Dongxu had been promoted to a second-level fitter.

Yi Zhonghai was grinning from ear to ear. With his promotion to workshop director, he would definitely try to secure some benefits for his apprentice, so that Jia Dongxu, that big idiot, would be even more devoted to supporting him in his old age.

When Yang Weimin heard that Jia Dongxu had been promoted to Level 2 Fitter, he looked up at Yi Zhonghai. He understood that this was obviously orchestrated by Yi Zhonghai. Under Yi Zhonghai's tutelage, Jia Dongxu's fitter skills were indeed high, but it wouldn't be enough for him to be promoted to Level 2 Fitter so quickly. It couldn't be without Yi Zhonghai's influence. Yang Weimin was very envious of Jia Dongxu's promotion to Level 2 Fitter and his becoming Yi Zhonghai's apprentice.

“Work hard, and if you perform well, I’ll take you on as an apprentice and help you quickly advance to the level of a first-class fitter,” Yi Zhonghai said.

"Yes!" Upon hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, Yang Weimin's blood boiled and his veins throbbed; he almost knelt down before Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai's smile widened, thinking to himself, "Liu Haizhong, I've already taken over all your connections in the fitter's workshop. What do you have to fight me with?"

Just go back to cleaning your toilets.

Yi Zhonghai is an absolute scheming bitch.

Killing and heartbreaking.

Cut the weeds and remove the roots.

"Woooooooo..."

Liu Haizhong rolled back into the toilet to continue cleaning, got beaten up, and had nowhere to seek justice, so he could only silently shed tears.

……

same time.

Ran Qiuye has arrived at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

He rushed straight to He Yushui's house.

He Yuzhu was in the middle of the courtyard of the Siheyuan, where he had set up a long table with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone laid out in front of it. He suddenly felt like painting. His sister was safe and sound, and Ding Qiunan and Tang Qingfang were playing with her in the house. All the spies in Beijing had been captured. He was in a great mood and wanted to record his feelings at this moment through painting.

"Director He."

"Your sister, Yushui, she..."

Ran Qiuye asked He Yuzhu a question, but He Yuzhu waved his hand to interrupt her halfway through her sentence.

"My sister was kidnapped by spies around noon today, but she's safe now."

"Teacher Ran."

"Thank you so much for your concern for my sister's situation."

"You are such a good teacher."

He Yuzhu thanked Ran Qiuye.

Ran Qiuye stared blankly at He Yuzhu, who was speaking in a relaxed tone.

He Yushui was just kidnapped by...spy agents?

He Yuzhu can still remain calm and composed.

This demonstrates just how strong his mental fortitude is.

Regarding the matter of spies, Ran Qiuye was sensible and did not press for details. It was none of her business, and besides, it was a classified matter. Ran Qiuye breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that Yu Shui is alright. I was so worried about her. When I went to class, I found that He Yu Shui was not in the classroom. I was really worried about her."

He Yuzhu smiled.

He's there.

He will definitely protect his younger sister, He Yushui.

"Director He, are you... going to paint?"

Ran Qiuye noticed the setup on He Yuzhu's table and asked curiously.

"Yes."

He Yuzhu nodded.

Ran Qiuye looked at He Yuzhu.

He was a general.

Can you draw?

Isn't this something only scholars and writers do?

"I happen to be short of someone to grind ink, Teacher Ran, would you be willing to help me?"

He Yuzhu asked.

“Of course I would,” Ran Qiuye said with a smile.

She felt honored to be able to grind ink for He Yuzhu.

Then He Yuzhu began to dip his brush in ink and paint.

Ran Qiuye was in charge of grinding the ink.

He Yuzhu paints with great skill and stamina.

Large and sweeping.

He painted a picture of ten thousand horses galloping.

The paper is very large.

magnificent.

After finishing the painting, He Yuzhu began to inscribe a poem on it: "Lying awake at night, I listen to the wind and rain; in my dreams, I see iron horses and icy rivers."

Ran Qiuye looked at the painting.

Amazing.

"This...this is the most lifelike horse painting I've ever seen."

"Moreover, all ten thousand horses are incredibly lifelike."

"It really seems like ten thousand horses and eagles have come."

Ran Qiuye murmured.

Standing in front of this painting.

Ran Qiuye felt as insignificant as dust.

What a magnificent painting.

Chapter 173 Jia Dongxu Pursues Qin Huairu Again

"Director He, your painting of ten thousand galloping horses is simply a masterpiece unparalleled in history. With its twists and turns, grand strokes, and magnificent momentum, the solemn atmosphere leaps off the paper as if it were real, making one afraid to look directly at it. I never imagined that you were not only an excellent combat commander, but also extremely skilled in traditional ink painting." Ran Qiuye did not hold back her praise for He Yuzhu. In fact, she felt that her vocabulary was somewhat exhausted, and she could not think of many beautiful words to praise He Yuzhu.

"well enough."

He Yuzhu touched his nose.

He remained nonchalant about Ran Qiuye's praise.

He Yuzhu possesses the title of "God-level Master of Calligraphy and Painting".

It's just a small thing like drawing.

Isn't it something you can do effortlessly?

Unprecedented and unparalleled throughout history.

Difficult?

Hold the handle in hand.

It just depends on whether he has the leisure or inclination to do it.

If He Yuzhu cannot create a masterpiece that will be unprecedented and unparalleled, then that would be a failure.

Just a normal performance; there's nothing to be proud of.

"fine!?"

"Is this just 'okay'?"

Ran Qiuye's eyes widened.

If this was just He Yuzhu's average skill level, she couldn't imagine what kind of extraordinary skill He Yuzhu could achieve if he took painting seriously.

Unbelievable.

Hard to imagine.

Elusive.

I can't figure it out.

An older woman living in the middle courtyard saw Ran Qiuye praising He Yuzhu so excitedly, so she came over to see what He Yuzhu had drawn.

"Wow, Yuzhu, you can paint too! Not bad, not bad at all! How much is this painting? I'll offer you 20,000 yuan, will you sell it? Our walls are all painted white, we really need a painting like this." The old lady said, pulling out 20,000 yuan from her pocket, she really wanted to buy the painting.

"Put away your meager earnings."

"I don't need your two pieces."

"What do you know about art?"

"You just casually pull out 20,000 yuan to buy a painting. 20,000 yuan is equivalent to only two yuan in the past. That's enough to buy a few eggs. You're buying my painting?"

"You deserve it too."

"You have no education at all, and all you think about are good things."

He Yuzhu looked at the bills in the old woman's hand, and then at the old woman's matter-of-fact expression. No, she really thought that He Yuzhu could sell it to her for 20,000, right?