Courtyard House: Ten-year-old Master Zhu reorganizes the entire courtyard

Late at night.

The lights were still on in the courtyard of Rongxian Hutong.

He Yuzhu called He Daqing and Chen Lanxiang to the main room, his expression very serious.

"Dad, Mom, I have something important to do." He Yuzhu's voice was very low; he couldn't say the specifics, it was against the rules. "I might not be home much these next few days. We need to keep some things at home, just in case something happens."

He Daqing's face immediately tensed up. He was terrified that something would go wrong; he had finally managed to have a few days of peace.

"Zhu Zi, what's wrong? Is it dangerous?" he couldn't help but ask.

Chen Lanxiang tugged at her husband and turned to her son.

"Zhu'er, don't worry about your father. Just tell me what you need, and I'll get it for you."

She didn't understand anything major, but she trusted her son. There must be a reason behind what he did.

He Yuzhu looked at his mother and felt a warmth in his heart.

"Mom, could you find me some dark-colored cloth and cut it into strips, just a finger's width? That'll be enough to tie around my arm, and sew them up securely," he said. "Also, get me some dry rations, something that can be stored away and easily carried."

These were all prepared for the action team. The dark armbands were a way to distinguish their own people at night. The dry rations were for filling their stomachs after the mission was over. The organization might not have bothered with these odds and ends, but He Yuzhu had thought of them.

"Okay, Mother understands." Chen Lanxiang immediately agreed, found the dark blue homespun cloth stored at home, and started cutting it by the light of the oil lamp.

He Daqing looked at the mother and daughter, sighed, and couldn't sit still any longer. He rushed into the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboard for flour and pickled vegetables.

"I'll make you some oil and salt pancakes and mix some pickles; they'll keep for several days," he said in a muffled voice.

No one in the family asked any more questions, and everyone went about their own business.

The police did indeed arrive the next day.

Two plainclothes officers entered the Xidan Restaurant without making a fuss, and went straight to the kitchen to find He Daqing.

"Master He, right? From the Municipal Bureau. I'd like to ask you about something." A policeman said with a forced smile.

He Daqing's heart skipped a beat; his son's words from last night immediately echoed in his ears. He forced himself to remain calm and wiped his hands on his apron.

"Officers, you wanted to see me... about something?"

"Don't be nervous, let's just chat." The policeman handed over a cigarette. "I heard your son's name is He Yuzhu? He's doing well lately, getting such a big courtyard house in Nanluoguxiang."

He Daqing's heart was in his throat. He knew it must be that old bastard Yi Zhonghai who was behind it all.

"Officer...you must be joking." He Daqing forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, mentally reviewing what his son had taught him. "That courtyard isn't ours. The deaf old lady sold it to a schoolteacher surnamed Fang. Our family just signed a contract to take care of the old lady in her old age and see her off in her final days, and we're just moving to a different place."

He spoke flawlessly, saying that all the paperwork was in order and he wasn't afraid of being investigated.

"Really?" The policeman narrowed his eyes. "Has your family recently had any dealings with... people of unknown origin?"

"Officer, look at me, I'm always by the stove, the fumes are practically seeping through me, how could I possibly have time to see anyone?" He Daqing said honestly. "Besides, my son is only ten years old, a little kid, who could he possibly know?"

The two policemen questioned him for a long time, but couldn't get anything useful out of him. He Daqing was a complete coward and timid cook, knowing nothing at all.

In the end, the two of them could only leave dejectedly.

He Daqing leaned against the wall and realized that the back of his jacket was soaked with cold sweat.

He didn't dare to delay and immediately followed He Yuzhu's instructions, going to a general store on the street corner and leaving a message in code: "We have guests at home." He then took two packets of tea.

This means that the police came, but the two people have already left.

The news quickly reached He Yuzhu's ears.

His gaze grew even colder.

Yi Zhonghai, you're asking for it.

He put the matter aside for the time being; the warehouse was the top priority right now.

That evening, Chen Lanxiang finished sewing all the armbands, the stitches were dense and sturdy. He Daqing baked a large bag of pancakes and filled a jar with pickles.

A courier crept up to the back gate of the courtyard in the dark and knocked gently three times.

He Yuzhu handed over a package.

"Here are the armbands and rations; hand them over to the action team."

The courier was taken aback when he received the package; he hadn't expected the apprentice to be so thoughtful. The package felt heavy in his hands.

"Be careful yourself," the courier whispered, before disappearing into the night.

He Yuzhu closed the door and went back inside.

Chen Lanxiang was sewing the cuffs of a garment for him under the lamp.

"Zhu'er, Mother knows you're going to do something important." She didn't even look up, her voice was very soft.

"I can't be of much help, so I can only make sure you're well-fed and clothed."

"You...you'd better come back unharmed."

Her voice trembled slightly, barely concealed.

He Yuzhu walked behind her and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Mother, don't worry."

He said.

"Your son values ​​his life."

Outside the window, the wind seemed to be picking up.

The time to act is fast approaching.