An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

After unloading the stuff, this guy drove out again.

At this moment, people all came out of their homes and started discussing things enthusiastically.

The streets, which had been quiet for more than a month, were now bustling with activity.

The older generation is quite pleased, having personally experienced another dynastic change.

Jiang Baobin first went to Dongsi Archway to check the situation.

The door to the house was wide open, indicating that Sun Shidong's two henchmen had obviously returned.

They must be furious when they realize they've been tricked.

Many things in the house were smashed.

Damn it, someone else cheated you, why are you ruining my things?

What? Quite a few things were left behind by Sun Shidong.

Hmph, since it's in my house, it's mine!

Whether the two returned to their barracks or deserted is unknown.

However, the latter has a larger influence, since he is associated with Sun Shidong, a major corrupt official.

Even if they just slip through their fingers a little, they can still amass a considerable fortune.

Otherwise, why would they be so insistent on following Sun Shidong? There must be benefits to it.

Live it!

In any case, we've finally gotten our home back.

Then, Jiang Baobin went to the courtyard house again.

However, while Nanluoguxiang is laid out like a chessboard, the other alleys are bustling with people.

The "Mao'er Hutong" where my family lives is deserted and you can hardly see a soul.

Only after walking further did we find the reason.

Good heavens, those guys who got taken down last night are still lying around outside the gate, all sprawled out.

Jiang Baobin slapped his forehead – the Kuomintang has fallen.

The government, the city management, the police—aren't they all living in fear? Who would want to create trouble for themselves?

The new owner hasn't taken over yet, so it's currently in a no-man's-land period.

As for Gu Huaiwen, as a major traitor and spy, it doesn't matter whether he or she died.

He definitely won't show his face; he'd rather everyone think he's dead.

Thinking about it that way, it makes sense. At that time, Gu Zhengwen was always wandering around outside.

Someone is deliberately sending him to his death.

Think carefully!

That Liu Ling'er is something else! She really knows how to pick her days!

The Kuomintang doesn't care, the CCP has no jurisdiction, and Gu Huaiwen's authenticity is hard to verify, so naturally they won't care either.

Well, these nine people died for nothing, and no one even bothered to ask about it.

That means that even if you're involved, you'll be completely unharmed.

That's wonderful news!

Looking at the scene at the gate, it was truly terrifying; no wonder there wasn't a single person on the street.

Jiang Baobin clicked his tongue: Fine, since no one else is in charge, I'll do it.

That's a way of covering up the crime and avoiding trouble for the people in charge.

Jiang Baobin shoved the already hard, dead body into the car.

Actually, it's just to hide and save space, otherwise how could it fit something sticking out like that?

The space is excellent, because it is calculated by capacity.

The specific gravity of water is 1, while the specific gravity of the human body is 0.98.

So, a person weighing 75 kilograms.

75 ÷ 1000 = 0.075 cubic meters.

Jiang Baobin's space could easily fit ten people...

The Gao family.

Since last night, the whole family has been living in fear and anxiety.

Inviting guests has somehow attracted assassins!

This is truly an unexpected disaster! How could I not be afraid?

Given the nature of the Kuomintang, getting involved in this kind of thing could result in a huge financial loss.

But after waiting anxiously all morning, no one came to our door.

Old Gao went out to check once, and was so scared that he almost couldn't crawl back.

In their family, Mrs. Gao is the one who can make decisions.

As noon approached, she finally couldn't take it anymore, slammed her hand on the table, and stood up, saying:

"Whether I stick my neck out or not, I'll get stabbed anyway, what's there to be afraid of! I'm going to report it to the authorities!"

Old Gao and Gao Yueyuan, both looking worried, stared at her blankly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Mrs. Gao put on her coat and walked outside.

However, not long after.

Mrs. Gao rushed back like a gust of wind, her mouth practically stretched to the back of her head in a wide grin.

Before he could even speak, he burst into laughter.

After laughing for a while, he said, "Guess what's going on outside?"

Everyone looked at her with puzzled expressions, wondering what was wrong with her.

Can good things happen to a dead person?

Having whetted everyone's appetite, Mrs. Gao then announced in a loud voice:

"The CCP is entering the city! The KMT is finished! We don't need to worry anymore!"

Then came another burst of laughter: "I knew it! I'm so lucky, I have such a long life!"

"How could we possibly capsize in a ditch? Sure enough, haha!"

Gao Yueyuan stammered, "Then, what about those dead people?"

Mrs. Gao blinked: "Yes, where did it go? I didn't see it when I went out!"

Gao Yueyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Amitabha, it's good that it's gone, it's good that it's gone."

Then she said, "Godmother, how about we move? This house is really creepy."

Gao Yueyuan sighed softly, "Silly girl, how can we afford to go through all that trouble?"

"It's a miracle they even escaped. Just think how miserable those who stayed behind must have been!"

"We finally managed to settle down, but all our savings are gone."

"We had just recovered a little when this guy surnamed Gu caused us even more trouble."

Then, gritting his teeth, he said, "No wonder he deserved to die! Good riddance! That was so satisfying!"

Gao Yueyuan also sighed, looking dejected.

Mrs. Gao, quick-witted, immediately began giving instructions:

"Old Gao, hurry up and start steaming the buns, and deliver a few to each of the neighbors."

Old Gao suddenly realized: "Shut them up."

Mrs. Gao smiled smugly: "That's right, they'll be beholden to my food, so they won't talk nonsense."

Old Gao shook his head, clearly not believing that a few steamed buns would make any difference.

But what needs to be done still needs to be done, since the trouble originated from our own family.

People in their line of work are naturally prone to being looked down upon.

Just saying, it might not be useful.

But if you pretend to be deaf and dumb, you'll definitely be criticized even more.

The world has changed now, so it's even more important not to offend anyone.

This whole family are cowards.

When something happens, they either crawl under the bed or hide in the closet.

The only one who escaped, Mrs. Gao, was solely focused on protecting Gao Junbao, disregarding everything else.

So until now, no one knows that Jiang Baobin was also involved.

Mrs. Gao then instructed the maid:

"Crescent Moon, go and gather more ashes. If you see any blood, cover it up."

Gao Yueya looked troubled: "Oh dear! Mom, I'm scared."

Mrs. Gao retorted, "What are you afraid of! Don't we kill chickens at home? Don't we bleed when we kill chickens?"

"Oh." Gao Yueya had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

Old Gao added, "Steaming the buns will probably have to wait until tomorrow; we can't start preparing the dough today."

Mrs. Gao immediately said, "Can this wait? Let's not steam buns, let's make pancakes!"

"Then our oil supply is probably running out too."

"Oh dear! Why are you so soft-hearted? We can't worry about that now, let's get through this first."

"Oh well."

Mrs. Gao made her rounds and found that Gao Yueya was moving at a snail's pace, still shoveling ashes from the stove.

Enraged, he snatched the fire shovel and dustpan, yelling, "Useless trash! Get out of here!"

Gao Yueya felt as if she had been granted a pardon and ran off with a grin...