The Dream Fulfillment Master in the Courtyard

"Don't panic!"

"Maybe she just went back to her parents' home!"

Jia Zhangshi was trembling inside, but she tried her best to remain calm on the surface!

"Here's what we'll do: go find Yi Zhonghai and ask him to help you get a leave of absence. Go and check on Qin Family Village!"

"Shall we go now?"

Jia Dongxu thought to himself, if Qin Huairu really went back to her parents' home, and he rushed over there early in the morning, where would he put his face?

"Mom, if Qin Huairu goes back to her parents' home, and I go there right now, won't she become even more arrogant?"

Hearing Jia Dongxu say this, Jia Zhangshi also hesitated.

If Qin Huairu becomes arrogant, how will she control her?

No!

We can't bring Qin Huairu back so soon. Maybe she'll come back on her own in a few days.

A married woman returning to her parents' home can't stay there for too long, or she'll be looked down upon.

At this moment, the two had already tacitly agreed that Qin Huairu had returned to her parents' home.

They completely forgot that they weren't actually sure where Qin Huairu had gone.

……

Steel rolling mill, security department.

Shen Zhiyu entered her office, glanced at the thermos in the corner, and decisively picked it up to fetch water.

The factory has a dedicated boiler room that provides hot water, and the supply is quite sufficient, especially in winter.

When she turned on the water, Shen Zhiyu casually picked up the kettles from Chen Guofu's and Fan Zhijun's offices next door as well; it was just a convenient thing to do.

When he returned with the boiled water, Chen Guofu and Fan Zhijun arrived on their bicycles.

"Hey, Xiao Shen, thanks!"

Fan Zhijun was still bald, and it was amazing that he wasn't afraid of the cold at all, even in the dead of winter.

Like Shen Zhiyu, Chen Guofu was wearing a warm fleece hat.

"Section Chief, aren't you cold?"

Shen Zhiyu voiced her doubts.

"Hehe, Xiao Shen, you don't know this, do you? Our section chief has practiced Iron Head Kung Fu!"

"Really?"

Having experienced the impact of online information in later generations, Shen Zhiyu has lost her skepticism about various supernatural powers and feels that some of them are not very reliable.

Fan Zhijun kicked Chen Guofu in the backside and yelled, "Get lost!"

"I practice external martial arts, iron head kung fu is nothing!"

Shen Zhiyu was even more confused.

What exactly is external martial arts training?

Fan Zhijun then launched into a long-winded account, recounting his childhood training, from how he started honing his muscles and bones at a young age to his experiences with medicinal baths and qi circulation, all in one go.

Shen Zhiyu couldn't verify the truth of the matter, but Fan Zhijun's explanation sounded very impressive.

"Let me show you!"

Fan Zhijun found a piece of red clothing in the corner and smashed it with one hand.

With one punch, the solid red brick truly shattered into two pieces.

"Really?"

Shen Zhiyu picked up the red brick that had broken in two, raised her hand and tapped it. It was indeed red brick, very hard.

He was quite strong, but he felt he couldn't shatter a piece of red clothing with a single punch.

"Section Chief, let me see your hands. They're incredible! If you punched someone with those, wouldn't you break their bones?"

Shen Zhiyu looked at Fan Zhijun's hands and found that the other man's hands had large knuckles, and his palms and backs of his hands were different from his own, so he really had practiced.

Fan Zhijun sighed and said, "Alas, times have changed. In the past, I could probably take on a hundred or so men, but now, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, one spear can take you down!"

"My external martial arts style, which involves physical strength and skill, has no way to be passed down!"

Speaking of this, Fan Zhijun looked quite dejected.

Shen Zhiyu chuckled and said, "Section Chief, I don't think this is a bad thing. You must have suffered a lot to train for these skills!"

"That's right, I suffered so much back then. Let me tell you, my dad beat me really badly when he taught me to do this!"

"You're right, it's a good thing that future generations won't have to suffer like we did!"

"That's right, this skill is going to be lost!"

"But, if it's over, it's over. It's not a bad thing!"

Although Fan Zhijun said this, he was clearly in low spirits.

He had endured many hardships to hone his skills as a young man, and now that this true skill was about to be lost, he must be feeling terrible.

But times have changed. No matter how good your kung fu is, you can't stop a bullet.

……

After officially starting work, Fan Zhijun and Chen Guofu got busy.

The patrol team organized by the factory has to do real work; they can't just sit in the office, they have to lead the team out.

As for Shen Zhiyu, considering his health condition, he was specially allowed to stay in the office in case of any special circumstances, so that he could be mobilized.

In this era, public security is neither particularly good nor bad.

For minor disputes, the stewards in each compound will step in to mediate and resolve them, or people will go to the street office, but not many will go to the police station or security department.

The general public's mentality has always been to avoid dealing with government officials as much as possible.

Shen Zhiyu sat in the office all morning, drank two cups of tea, and read three newspapers; time passed very slowly.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the workday and lunch, Shen Zhiyu picked up her lunchbox and headed to the cafeteria.

The food in the cafeteria was just so-so: stewed potato slices, stewed cabbage and tofu, stir-fried radish shreds, and you could only occasionally see a little bit of meat in the stir-fried radish shreds.

It's almost Chinese New Year, but the food is really... well, enough to fill you up!

Shen Zhiyu ordered a steamed bun and a serving of stewed cabbage and tofu.

Shen Zhiyu used to be a meat lover.

But now, it's good enough to have enough to eat.

In the days that followed, for most people, having enough to eat would be a luxury.

Shen Zhiyu suddenly wondered if she should take advantage of the fact that the disaster had not yet spread and try to get some food and meat to put in her space.

But money is a problem.

He needs his money to build a house and to get married.

Indeed, poverty is always the original sin, no matter when!

Of course, even if you have money, you still have to go to the pigeon market to buy grain and meat.

Those places aren't very safe.

and many more!

Shen Zhiyu suddenly had a different idea.

At this time, Pigeon City is also frequently targeted.

Could the director organize the factory's security department to launch a few raids on the nearby Pigeon Market? That way, Shen Zhiyu might be able to take advantage of the chaos and prepare some supplies for the famine years.

"That's what we'll do!"

Shen Zhiyu didn't care if doing this would offend anyone.

For someone as gifted as him to not say "I don't eat beef" is already incredibly kind of him.

Besides, everyone has to look out for themselves!

Moreover, Pigeon City is prone to trouble. With the Lunar New Year approaching, it's not a bad thing to clean it up early. If something really goes wrong, they'll suffer the consequences too.

After lunch, Shen Zhiyu didn't go to the Public Security Section, but went directly to see Director Qian Weigong.

After he finished explaining his thoughts, Qian Weigong laughed.

"That's a great idea, kid!"

"The Lunar New Year is approaching, we need to settle things down!"

"Very good, go and write a plan! We'll have a meeting in the security department later to discuss how to proceed."