Courtyard Houses: The Great Masters of a Nation Hidden Within

The Lou family was having a lively time, and Lou Xiao'e's face was beaming.

No, she hadn't really suffered any mistreatment before, but now, in front of her mother, she was holding her head high like a smug little thing.

Gao Jianguo had no idea how proud his wife was back in her parents' home. As soon as he got home, he took out his most precious possession—the transistor computer.

He's currently busy debugging three things together: the asm compiler, the vi text editor, and a set of mathematical tools for compilation, which he calls math.

The idea in my mind was to follow the same path as TurboC in my previous life, and stuff the vi text editor with debugging commands such as compile, run, breakpoint, single step, and register tracing.

With this setup, you can directly call functions without exiting vi when compiling or programming, saving a huge amount of time and effort.

If it really turns out the way he envisions, this thing would be a bare-bones IDE without a graphical interface, an integrated development environment, and the efficiency of those computer professionals would skyrocket.

What's the state of this 103 machine right now? Apart from a few scattered switches on the main control panel, it mainly relies on paper tape to feed in and spit out.

IDE? Nobody has ever seen it; it's all thanks to the hard work of researchers with their own eyes and hands.

Overall, the progress is going smoothly. Every part of Gao Jianguo has been enhanced, and his memory, brain, and deduction ability are all far superior to those of ordinary people. This makes him perfectly suited to dealing with the current almost naked programming method.

This machine is no good; it can't automatically check for syntax errors, can't complete code, can't understand the structure of statements, and can't even mark different keywords with different colors.

Gao Jianguo worked diligently until after nine o'clock, when the backyard erupted in chaos again.

The courtyard has been in chaos lately, with one mess after another. It's so noisy and chaotic that he can't concentrate on his work anymore. So he simply saved the documents, packed up his things, and went out to see what was going on.

When they arrived at the backyard, the commotion was coming from the direction of Xu Damao's house, and the neighbors had already gathered around.

Gao Jianguo stood on the outer edge of the crowd, and the voices of a man and a woman came into his ears.

The man, Xu Damao, kept repeating the same phrase: "Get back inside! I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!"

As for why he took action, he didn't utter a single word.

The woman, Pang Xiulan, was quite something. She refused to go back inside, shouting, "Xu Damao hit someone! Neighbors, come and see! Gentlemen, you have to stand up for me!"

She probably knew perfectly well that if she went back inside and closed the door, she would get beaten even harder, so she insisted on yelling at everyone outside, only feeling safe when there were many people around.

There are only a few people in this courtyard who have influence and who are listened to, but they haven't all been gathered together.

Yi Zhonghai was probably on the night shift and didn't show up, but an older woman was standing to the side. However, the only thing an older woman could do was add a pair of eyes and ears; she couldn't do anything else.

Liu Haizhong's house is right across from Xu Damao's, but his calf was broken by Gao Jianguo and hasn't fully healed yet. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone.

Right now, he was using his crutch, dragging his lame leg, and squeezing into the crowd, shouting as he pushed his way through, "Excuse me, excuse me, Uncle Er is here."

Everyone made way for him, after all, he was known as the Second Uncle, and besides, he was lame, so a slight bump could cause serious trouble.

Yan Bugui is now in the know, but when it comes to this kind of physical activity, it's clearly not something that can be stopped by his empty platitudes; his health isn't up to the task either.

The deaf old lady's door was tightly shut; she probably didn't want to get involved in Xu Damao's mess. As for whether the eldest brother was hiding behind the window watching the commotion, nobody knew.

Sha Zhu, still holding He Yushui's hand, stood on the laundry platform. He glanced at Gao Jianguo and immediately waved excitedly at him, "Jianguo, come here, come here!"

Gao Jianguo walked over and stood on the laundry platform with the brother and sister.

Liu Haizhong finally squeezed to the front and reached out to pull Xu Damao.

Sure enough, Liu Haizhong actually managed to grab Xu Damao.

It wasn't that Xu Damao was particularly submissive to him, but rather that Xu Damao didn't dare to move around recklessly because of his posture with crutches. If he accidentally knocked him over, things would get serious.

Liu Haizhong was secretly pleased with himself. He thought to himself, "You have to rely on me, Lao Liu. Lao Yan is no match for me."

While smugly smiling, Liu Haizhong opened his mouth and said, "Da Mao, whatever your problem is, talk it out. You can't resort to violence. You two are newly married, so it's common for you to have disagreements. Sit down and talk it out. There's no knot in the world that can't be untied."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. The more he said it, the more frustrated Xu Damao felt. But he couldn't actually say it out loud. If he did, he would never be able to hold his head up in this courtyard again.

The thought of those words he had overheard made his chest bleed. If only this woman surnamed Pang were just a simple little widow.

Xu Damao remained silent, but Pang Xiulan wouldn't have it. She grabbed Liu Haizhong's hand and started wailing, "Second Uncle, I've been so careful since I married into this family, afraid they'd look down on me. I've never done anything wrong, but today Xu Damao stormed into the house and beat me without asking any questions! He almost killed me! You have to stand up for me!"

Liu Haizhong was completely clueless about this matter. When asked about the reason why Xu Damao beat his wife, he wouldn't say. Pang Xiulan had only been married into the family for a short time, and he hadn't heard Xu's parents say anything bad about her.

Xu Damao ignored what was on his mind, but when asked why he was right, he wouldn't answer and only talked to Pang Xiulan about physics.

Just as she was at her wit's end, Pang Xiulan's eyes darted around and she spotted Gao Jianguo again. From afar, she cried out in protest, "Leader Gao, you must stand up for me! I'm just a woman, I can't bear this suffering!"

Gao Jianguo was called out by Pang Xiulan. He did indeed hold the title of deputy section chief of the security department. At this critical moment, he couldn't pretend to be deaf and mute, so he had no choice but to step inside.

In fact, Gao Jianguo had already guessed most of the truth from the couple's appearance, but he couldn't reveal it to outsiders. In any case, it was just that Xu Damao knew about Pang Xiulan's half-closed secret.

His original intention was indeed to teach Xu Damao a lesson, but humiliating him from this angle wouldn't cause any real damage to Xu Damao, so it wasn't very effective.

As Liu Haizhong walked over to Xu Damao and his wife, he casually let go of Xu Damao's hand. Xu Damao looked at Gao Jianguo and didn't dare to raise his hand again. He was terrified of this man from the bottom of his heart.

Pang Xiulan turned around and tried to grab Gao Jianguo's hand to continue crying and making a scene. Although she was crying and making a scene, there was a hint of flirtatiousness in her eyes and brows. Gao Jianguo reached out and blocked her, leaving her aside.

Gao Jianguo glanced at the two people in front of him and said, "I'm in charge of training in the security department. Your matter is a family matter, an internal conflict between the two of you. The security department can't really interfere."

Seeing that Gao Jianguo categorized the matter into another category without even asking for the reason, Xu Damao felt a sense of gratitude and relief. He was afraid that Gao Jianguo would find out something in a few questions, and then he would be completely unable to live in the yard.

Xu Damao knew perfectly well that although Gao Jianguo was a technician, he was very perceptive and could probably figure out what was going on after a few more words.