In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

This was a sanatorium. Wang Xingguo carried his eleventh uncle on his back and followed behind the people who had driven to pick them up. Only he, his eleventh uncle, and Wang Changshun went inside, while the others waited by the car.

The security personnel here were all carrying submachine guns, and Wang Xingguo's eyelids twitched as he looked on, because he also saw machine guns and cannons set up and aimed at the entrance...

There were security personnel patrolling almost everywhere I went; the security measures were extremely strict.

Surprisingly, the leader wasn't particularly old; he looked to be under sixty.

He sat in his wheelchair, holding the hand of his eleventh uncle, and called him Uncle Wende.

It was only then that Wang Xingguo learned that his eleventh uncle's real name was Wende.

Uncle Shiyi only introduced Wang Xingguo to Wang Changshun by name, without even introducing the leader's name to them, before waving them out of the house, leaving only the two of them inside. Therefore, Wang Xingguo had no idea what they were talking about.

After talking for about twenty minutes, Uncle Eleven came out leaning on his cane, and Wang Xingguo quickly bent down to carry him on his back.

He knew this wasn't the place to talk, so he obediently carried his eleventh uncle on his back and followed the people who were there to pick them up downstairs. They got into the car, and forty minutes later, they were taken back to the entrance of Taotian Alley.

After getting out of the car, the person who picked them up saluted, got back in the car, and drove away.

Wang Wende said to Wang Xingguo, "Good boy, let Uncle Bei come to your house for a while. I have something to tell you."

Wang Xingguo nodded, then quickly bent down, picked up Wang Wenhuai, and carried him into the alley.

"I used the lives of your two great-grandfathers to get a lot of benefits for you. After your uncle dies, if you make something of yourself, you have to help take care of my branch of the family. Do you understand?"

Wang Xingguo quickly said, "Eleventh Uncle, please don't talk nonsense. You'll live to be a hundred. Besides, even if you didn't mention it, if I really do live a good life, I can't just abandon them!"

Uncle Eleven laughed and said, "There's no hope. I know my health; I won't live for many more years. Just promise me, and I'll put all my eggs in one basket. You have to live up to my expectations."

Wang Xingguo was a little confused, so he asked, "Eleventh Uncle, my two grandfathers sacrificed their lives, they should be martyrs, right? Did they arrange jobs for my uncles and aunts?"

"Arrangements have been made, but they're all good-for-nothings, so let's not talk about them."

Wang Xingguo returned home. It was only a little past ten in the morning, and his younger sister and brother were already home.

Wang Xingguo explained, and told them to call for help.

Uncle Eleven liked Wang Xingmin quite a bit, saying that Wang Xingmin's eyes and nose resembled his father's, proving they were indeed from the same lineage.

After sitting down in the living room, Wang Wende took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wang Xingguo, saying, "There are a few addresses and a few phrases on this. You must memorize them all. If anything happens in the black market, go to these addresses, say those phrases, and they will help you solve the problem. Your black market cannot deal in pornography, gambling, drugs, or refined grains, oil, guns, or ammunition. You can sell coarse grains, poultry, livestock, and industrial products, but remember, never touch anything that is prohibited."

Wang Xingguo took the note, scratched his head, and asked in confusion, "Eleventh Uncle, isn't corn a grain too? Fine grains can't be sold, so what about corn and millet?"

Wang Wende glared at him and said, "Silly boy, fine grains are fine grains, but coarse grains are fine too. Rural people can bring some coarse grains into the city to exchange for money and we'll turn a blind eye. Only rice and wheat flour are off-limits, everything else is fine."

Wang Changshun then spoke up, "Eleventh Uncle, has the matter in the courtyard been resolved?"

Wang Wende nodded and said, "It's resolved. He will arrange for someone to deliver the house and land deeds to Xingguo in a couple of days. We've asked them for too many favors this time, and we won't be able to repay that kindness in the future. You should take care of yourselves."

Wang Xingguo was dumbfounded and said, "Eleventh Uncle, if he doesn't protect us, what will happen to this place?"

"Silly boy, as long as the place doesn't sell contraband, he'll always protect it. Even if he passes away, you'll have to collect the favor written on that note."

Wang Changshun frowned and said, "Eleventh Uncle, I feel like something's not right, but I can't quite put my finger on it..."

Wang Xingguo blinked, puzzled, and asked, "Twenty-first Master, think carefully, what exactly is wrong?"

Wang Changshun stroked his chin, pondered for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "I know! Damn it, we overlooked something—we haven't solved the problem of how to get the goods into the city!"

Wang Wende was stunned when he heard this. He hadn't mentioned it, so the matter had been completely overlooked.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xingguo understood the problem, but since he had the space to transfer supplies, he wasn't too worried about it.

So he said, "This is easy to solve. Have you forgotten that I also had the pigs brought back to the city last time? From now on, leave the transportation of supplies to me, and I guarantee there won't be any problems."

Wang Changlin, who had been silent until now, hurriedly asked, "Xingguo, are you sure you can solve this problem? You know, these days you need a permit to bring anything into the city, otherwise the checkpoints at the intersections will just stop the goods."

Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "Don't worry about this, Thirty-Second Master, I can handle it. Whether it's bringing pigs into the city or bringing grain to our village, everything went smoothly last time, didn't it?"

That's true. Last time, he successfully handled the transportation of fifteen pigs and over ten thousand kilograms of grain. He is indeed trustworthy.

Wang Xingguo asked his younger sister and brother to cook, and even asked them to steam some white flour buns for his eleventh uncle.

Wang Xingguo asked, "How's the pig deal going?"

Wang Changshun replied, "It went smoothly. The clan used public funds to buy ten pigs this time, and they should be transported back to the village in the next couple of days. The He family is a bit impatient and also spent money to raise ten pigs. Will it be difficult to exchange so many pigs for grain?"

Wang Xingguo offered cigarettes to everyone, lit one, and said, "It's not a big problem, but I have to remind you that prices have gone up again. The clan must make sure everyone is careful to eat their food sparingly, otherwise it will be hard to make it to the summer harvest."

Wang Changshun nodded and said, "As long as there's no problem with you exchanging pigs for grain, we can continue to raise pigs. At worst, we can give the textile factory those ten pigs and use them to exchange for grain as well."

Wang Wende asked, "Child, how did you get all that grain? If someone discovers it, it could cause a major disaster."

Wang Xingguo didn't hide anything. He lowered his voice and explained, "The group of people who used to sell pigs to me can't buy any more because you left your stuff with me. To resolve this, I gave them the fifteen pigs I had last time. Next, I plan to exchange them with the brewery because they have surplus grain that isn't on their books. Even if they exchange it for pigs, the higher-ups won't be able to find out anything, so it's safer."