Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Qin Huairu's hands were also trembling.

She turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

Despite being pregnant, she remained absolutely confident in her appearance. At the steel mill and in the courtyard house, whenever she showed even the slightest hint of distress, every man swarmed around her like flies, showering her with concern.

But today, her pride and joy were reduced to nothing in front of He Yuzhu!

The way He Yuzhu looked at her was as if she were a pile of disgusting garbage!

That cold, disgusted, and murderous gaze completely shattered the last shred of hope in Qin Huairu's heart.

"He really did kill people..." Qin Huairu murmured to herself, a chill running down her spine.

She knew that the silly Zhu who would foolishly hand her his lunchbox whenever she waved was gone forever.

Instead, she was replaced by a ruthless soldier whom she could neither provoke nor control.

The Jia family is completely finished.

The backyard, Xu Damao's house.

Xu Damao was completely wrapped in the blanket, not daring to even show his head.

He and He Yuzhu had never gotten along since they were children. When they fought, he never won and was always beaten to a pulp by He Yuzhu.

In the past, he could rely on his quick wit to spread a few bad things about He Yuzhu in the yard.

But today, when he saw He Yuzhu stick the military knife into the bluestone tabletop, Xu Damao was so scared that he wet his pants.

"That's terrifying...that's terrifying..."

Xu Damao shivered in his blankets, his teeth grinding together.

"He'll kill people! He really will kill people! From now on, I'll avoid him whenever I see him! I absolutely can't mess with him again!"

The entire courtyard was plunged into an unprecedented silence and awe due to He Yuzhu's powerful return.

Meanwhile, inside the He family's house...

But it was a completely different scene, bustling with activity and full of joy.

The front door was tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

The eight-immortal table in the center of the room was filled with an extremely lavish spread of dishes.

Braised sea cucumber with scallions, stir-fried pork kidneys, braised carp, and a whole chicken stewed until golden and tender.

This is ten times more lavish than Chinese New Year!

Wearing an apron and beaming, He Daqing carried the last plate of candied sweet potatoes to the table.

"Pillar! Come on! See if your father's cooking has gotten worse!"

He Daqing took off his apron, pulled out a chair and sat down. He took out a bottle of Xifeng liquor that he had treasured for many years from the cabinet, bit off the cap with a "snap," and poured it into two large porcelain bowls.

He Yuzhu took off his heavy military overcoat, leaving him in only a military green shirt. Looking at the table full of familiar hometown dishes, smelling the aromas he'd known since childhood, his eyes welled up with tears.

In the icy wilderness of North Korea, as he gnawed on potatoes frozen solid like rocks and drank snow water with icy shards, he dreamed of this very thing.

"Dad, you've worked so hard."

He Yuzhu picked up his wine bowl, stood up, and respectfully offered a bowl to He Daqing.

"Gulp, gulp!"

After downing a large bowl of strong liquor, He Yuzhu didn't even flinch, his expression remaining unchanged.

Looking at his son's hearty drinking, and then at his upright posture and calm demeanor, He Daqing felt incredibly pleased!

"Good lad! Your alcohol tolerance has improved!"

He Daqing finished his drink and put a large piece of sea cucumber into He Yuzhu's bowl.

"Eat up! Eat more! You've suffered outside!"

He Yushui sat to the side, her eyes fixed on her older brother. She felt that her brother had changed, becoming as reliable as a mountain, making her feel incredibly safe.

"Brother, does the scar on your face hurt?" He Yushui pointed to the scar on He Yuzhu's left cheek with concern.

He Yuzhu touched his cheek and smiled indifferently.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's all healed now. It was scraped by the shell shrapnel from those American devils. If Commander Lin hadn't pulled me back then, your brother would be dead."

He Yuzhu picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it heartily, his eyes filled with memories and awe.

"Father, Rainwater. You haven't been to the front lines, you don't know how bad the fighting is."

He Yuzhu put down his chopsticks, his tone becoming extremely serious.

"The American shells rained down like rain. The hilltops were leveled. But none of our Volunteer Army brothers were afraid to die!"

"Commander Lin led us infiltrating behind enemy lines. We lay prone in the snow for a day and a night in temperatures below minus thirty degrees Celsius, and managed to wipe out an entire American heavy artillery battalion!"

He Yuzhu's eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

"And then there was that last time, when we captured that five-star general MacArthur! Our special forces division slid down a cliff, and I personally used this knife to cut down two American military police officers! Commander Lin single-handedly dragged that old bastard out of the car!"

Listening to his son recount these thrilling battlefield experiences, He Daqing was so excited that he trembled all over, and his hand holding the wine bowl was shaking.

"Good! Good! Well done!"

He Daqing slapped his thigh suddenly, tears streaming down his face.

"Zhu Zi! The best thing I ever did in my life was not stopping you from joining the army!"

He Daqing looked at He Yuzhu, his tone filled with immense pride.

"You've chosen the right person to follow! Commander Lin is a true savior! If you follow him, your path in life will be wide open!"

He Daqing leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Zhuzi, you're a platoon leader now. What are the arrangements for you since you came back? Are you going to stay in the military compound?"

He Yuzhu picked up his wine bowl, took a sip, and shook his head.

"Father, the war is over. Commander Lin has spoken with me."

He Yuzhu's expression became very serious.

"Commander Lin said that although I dared to fight on the battlefield, my education level was too low. If I stayed in the army to continue to rise, the ceiling would be too obvious. Moreover, in peacetime, the army also needs to be streamlined and reorganized."

"So, Commander Lin showed me the right path."

Upon hearing this, He Daqing immediately tensed up: "What 'bright path'? Commander Lin isn't going to abandon you, is he?"

"How could that be!" He Yuzhu smiled. "Commander Lin said that my roots are in Beijing. He plans to arrange for me to transfer to a civilian job."

"Change careers? Where to?"

He Yuzhu lowered his voice, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Commander Lin has already spoken to his superiors. He's getting me transferred directly to the Municipal Public Security Bureau! Based on my military achievements in the Special Forces Division, and my experience capturing MacArthur, Commander Lin said I'll start as a deputy director of a police station! And with an administrative rank!"

boom!

He Daqing's mind went blank for a moment, and he jumped up from his chair.

"The Public Security Bureau?! The deputy director?!"

He Daqing was so excited that he could hardly speak, and his old face turned bright red.