Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

The door to the abandoned warehouse was wide open, and a draft of dust swirled out.

"One, two, rise! One, two, rise!"

Seven or eight young soldiers in green uniforms, chanting slogans, carried the moldy and rotten wooden cabinets out of the room.

Gu Changfeng took off his military jacket, leaving only his sweat-soaked vest, and strode out with a tattered roof beam weighing over a hundred pounds on his shoulder, without even breaking a sweat.

Meng Yaya sat on the large stone stool by the door, acting as a supervisor, with a small hat folded from old newspapers on her head and a five-cent red bean popsicle dangling from her mouth. Black Wind lay at her feet, sticking out its tongue and occasionally swatting at the buzzing flies.

"That's the outer layer of the load-bearing column, don't scrape it all off!"

"The window frame over there is still there; it's made of old elm wood, and with a coat of paint, it can still be used!"

The little girl waved her small wooden stick, giving instructions with great enthusiasm.

The young soldiers of the guard company laughed as they worked. The regimental commander's daughter was amazing; she was only three years old, but her eyes were as sharp as an old sergeant's. She could spot which brick was loose or which beam was infested with insects in a single glance.

Lin Wanrou held a damp towel in her hand and was pouring mung bean soup for the soldiers who were working. As she watched the warehouse, which had originally resembled a haunted house, gradually brighten up under everyone's hands, her spirits soared even higher.

This place is large, divided into two sections, front and back. The front serves as the entrance, and the back has a small courtyard where people can live.

"Sister-in-law, there's a postman at the door. He says he's looking for you!"

A young soldier wiped his sweat and shouted from the gate.

Lin Wanrou was taken aback, put down the kettle and wiped her hands: "Looking for me? Who wrote me a letter?"

In her entire life, apart from the letters she wrote to Gu Changfeng that she never sent, she never used the postal route with anyone. The Meng family would rather she were dead, so there was no way they would write to her.

Gu Changfeng tossed the rotten wood aside, dusted off his hands, and strode over: "I'll go take a look."

The postman pushed a dark green bicycle with a heavy canvas bag hanging from the handlebars. Upon seeing Gu Changfeng emerge, the man clearly recognized the four pockets on the military uniform, and immediately straightened his back.

"Commander Gu! There's a letter here from Xiahe Village, sent by registered mail!"

Gu Changfeng took the envelope. The kraft paper envelope was a bit wrinkled, the edges were frayed, and there were two eight-cent stamps on it.

The handwriting on the envelope was so wild and unrestrained, like chicken claws scratching the ground, penetrating the paper and exuding a stubbornness.

Gu Changfeng didn't open the package, but turned around and handed it to Lin Wanrou, who had followed him out: "From Xiahe Village."

Lin Wanrou took the letter, and the moment she saw the handwriting, her hand trembled and her eyes instantly reddened.

"It's...it's Old Master Sun!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Yaya quickly chewed up the rest of the popsicle and swallowed it in a few bites. She jumped down from the stone bench and ran over with her short legs: "Grandpa Sun? Quickly open it and see if you've been missing me so much that you can't sleep!"

Lin Wanrou carefully tore open the seal and pulled out the letter inside. The two thin pages were filled with dense writing.

Gu Changfeng picked up his daughter and leaned closer to look at her.

"Wanrou: Greetings. I'm not dead yet. Those bastards think they can outlive me? No way..."

The very first sentence reveals Sun Shouzhen's stubborn and inflexible temperament.

The letter went on and on. He said that the farm where he worked had recently changed its policies and was less strict, so he didn't have to carry manure every day. Instead, he could treat people's headaches and fevers in exchange for some tobacco. He also scolded Meng Yaya for being a heartless little ingrate who hadn't sent the old man any good food after being gone for so long, even though he had handed over his most treasured medical books.

Upon reading this, Lin Wanrou burst into laughter through her tears, and Gu Changfeng also curled the corners of his mouth.

"This old man is all bark and no bite," Gu Changfeng commented.

Meng Yaya hummed twice, thinking that she would have to send him two bottles of spiritual spring water from her space later, just to make the old man drool.

However, upon reading the second page, Lin Wanrou's expression became serious.

"...With the new policies from above, the labels of 'stinking intellectuals' that we're being used to have are probably going to be removed. I have a few old friends in Beijing who have done some lobbying, and my problems have been basically cleared up. In a few days, I'll be able to leave this godforsaken place."

"I don't have any relatives left, so I just wanted to go to the capital to see you and your daughter. I also wanted to see if that brat had bullied you. If he dared to, even though this old man's legs aren't what they used to be, I can still give him a few acupuncture needles and leave him half-paralyzed..."

Gu Changfeng felt a chill run down his back and subconsciously touched his lower back. This old man's needles were really sharp.

"That's wonderful!" Lin Wanrou clutched the letter to her chest, her voice trembling with excitement. "Changfeng, Elder Sun is coming! His problems have been clarified!"

These days, being able to get rid of a hat is like being reborn.

Gu Changfeng also beamed with joy: "This is good news. Old Sun has done us a great favor. If it weren't for him, all your skills would be..."

"Dad, that's not the point!"

Meng Yaya stretched out her chubby little hand and poked the end of the letter, her eyes gleaming with shrewdness, like a little fox that had spotted a fat chicken.

"Look here, Grandpa Sun said he has nowhere else to go, so he's going to stay here with us for a while."

Gu Changfeng nodded: "Then we definitely have to support them, even if it means taking care of them in their old age and seeing them off in their final days."

"Tsk, Dad, you're so superficial." Meng Yaya squirmed in his arms, pointing to the warehouse they were cleaning. "We're opening a medicinal cuisine restaurant, what do we need? We need a master chef to keep things in check!"

"My mom is a great cook, but she's too young and hasn't made a name for herself yet. Who is Grandpa Sun? He's a national-level master! He's the imperial physician who has treated top leaders! Putting him in the shop is like having a living advertisement, a golden brand!"

Gu Changfeng and Lin Wanrou exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

So, in this little girl's eyes, Old Master Sun is just a money tree?

"Daughter, that's your grandmaster..." Lin Wanrou said, both amused and exasperated.

"What's wrong with Master? Master also needs to eat, smoke, and drink." Meng Yaya said matter-of-factly.

"It's better to let him use his remaining energy than to let him sit idle, right? We'll pay him a salary and buy him the best cigarettes and alcohol. That's called being filial!"

Gu Changfeng pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "That's absolutely right! Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. If Old Master Sun can oversee things, it'll be hard for our shop not to be a hit!"

Lin Wanrou was also persuaded. She knew her own limitations, and with her master guiding her, she finally felt truly confident.

"But..." Lin Wanrou looked at the letter in her hand again, her brows suddenly furrowing. "Changfeng, look at the date on the back."

Gu Changfeng looked down and his expression changed.

The letter was written 10 days ago.

Sending a letter from a farm in Heilongjiang province takes 10 days, with frequent stops along the way and additional transfers.

"The letter said he went to complete the formalities the day after he sent it, bought a ticket, and set off." Lin Wanrou stamped her foot anxiously. "Judging by the days, the train is a bit slow, but it should be..."

"arrive."

Gu Changfeng uttered two words and raised his hand to look at the Shanghai brand watch on his wrist.

"If there are no delays, it'll only be a matter of a day or two. Maybe the train will even arrive early tomorrow morning."

"Huh? So fast!" Lin Wanrou panicked immediately, looking at the warehouse that was still being cleaned. "It's not finished here yet, the house isn't ready, and we haven't prepared bedding or anything..."

"Don't panic." Gu Changfeng exuded the commanding aura of someone who could lead an army.

He put Meng Yaya down on the ground, turned around and shouted to the soldiers inside, "Brothers! Keep it up! The mission has changed. We must clear this place before sunset today! Even if we have to lick it clean, we have to make sure there's a place to stand!"

"yes!"

Although the soldiers inside didn't know what was happening, the commander had given the order, and they all shouted and sped up their movements.

Gu Changfeng then turned to Lin Wanrou and said, "Wife, take Yaya to the supply and marketing cooperative now and buy a new bedding roll, a washbasin, and a toothbrush. Also, since Old Sun likes to have a drink, go and get two jin of good wine and a roast chicken."

"And what about you?"

"I'll go borrow a car." Gu Changfeng squinted, looking in the direction of the station in the distance.

"I'm going to the train station to wait for them first thing tomorrow morning. Since they're a special guest in our family, we have to bring them back in style. We can't let the old lady come to our door with her bedding on her own!"

Meng Yaya nodded in satisfaction as she watched her parents instantly enter a state of "level one combat readiness".

now it's right.

Old Sun is a treasure; even though he came from that farm, his skills are priceless.

and……

Meng Yaya stroked her chin, recalling the rumors from her past life about the rehabilitation of veteran cadres during that special era. Grandpa Sun's old friend in Beijing was probably no ordinary person. She had to cling to this powerful figure.

"Black Wind, let's go!"

Meng Yaya tugged at the dog leash, "Let's go to the supply and marketing cooperative and pick out a decent back scratcher for Old Man Sun!"

Black Wind barked and, as if having a great time, dragged its little master outside.

As the sun set, the dust in the abandoned warehouse shimmered like gold dust under the golden sunlight. The Gu family was like a wound-up machine, completely frantic with work in preparation for the arrival of their "retired emperor."