Courtyard House: In this life, I have a new home!

"There's one more thing. The arsenal wants to hire you as a special expert. It's just a title, so they can easily come to you when they encounter problems."

"no problem."

Li Weidong readily agreed, "If there's anything they can't handle in producing **pomegranates, just let them come to me."

Old Li nodded: "So you've now made contact with the military. Considering your special circumstances, the military has decided to issue you a gun."

"You went to university in Guangzhou, and you were one of the best in the militia. So—"

He called out towards the door, "Xiao Zhao, come in!"

The thirty-year-old man carrying a yellow canvas bag ran in, still chewing something in his mouth.

"Sir, did you call me here for something?"

He forced down the white steamed bun with pig's head meat in his mouth.

"Give me your gun license and your gun."

"Oh, it's here with me."

Xiao Zhao pulled a small notebook and a guy with a holster out of his canvas bag.

There are two boxes of ** inside, and one box of **.

He handed the item over, then turned and slipped out again.

Old Li shoved a heavy object at me, his face serious: "Take it, don't take it out unless absolutely necessary."

Li Weidong took the holster, pulled out the weapon, glanced at it, and laughed: "Damn, it's a real thing, powerful enough."

His fingers flew across the keyboard, and in no time he had disassembled the gun completely, then reassembled it with practiced ease: "I think we could modify the design, or maybe just make a new one myself."

"This thing is modeled after that one. Foreigners are much taller than us, so it's not very comfortable for them to hold."

Old Li's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, yes! You've got the skills! Go ahead and do it, just tell me if you need anything."

He added, "Keep it safe, don't lose it."

"Don't worry, Uncle Li."

Li Weidong put the gun into his satchel, patted his side, and said, "I carry this bag with me every day, it'll cover it up perfectly. When it gets colder and I'm wearing thicker clothes, it'll be even less noticeable."

Old Li smiled, his face full of wrinkles: "You're reliable, otherwise I really wouldn't have dared to give it to you."

At that time, there were many scattered guns among the people. Although the authorities urged them to collect them, militia teams were everywhere, and the street offices still kept guns specifically for the militia.

It's strange, back then guns were easy to get, but there were relatively few gun-related incidents. It seems the key was who had the guns in their hands.

"Come on, have a couple of drinks."

Li Weidong stuffed the gun and his identification into a canvas bag and slung it over his shoulder.

This bag is new and much better than the previous one.

After three cups of wine, Lin Yurou brought out the hot dishes. The first dish was Kung Pao Chicken, with chili peppers, peanuts, and chicken mixed together, the aroma filling the air.

Then came stir-fried pork kidneys, stir-fried liver tips, and stir-fried pork intestines with green peppers, one plate after another.

Sour soup beef, stir-fried mutton with scallions, and braised chicken were also served.

Old Li ate until he was sweating profusely: "This is too extravagant, it's all meat!"

"Uncle, please eat as much as you like; everything is legitimately sourced."

Li Weidong smiled as he poured wine for the old man.

Xu Damao sat at his doorstep, smelling the aroma of wine and meat wafting over from the other side, swallowing his saliva again and again.

"Xu Damao, come in here. Are you just standing at the door feeding mosquitoes?"

Lou Xiao'e called from inside the house.

She lit a cattail stick to repel mosquitoes, and the room was filled with smoke, which made her eyes sting.

"Sigh, today was supposed to be a good opportunity."

Xu Damao sighed. The group of people outside Liu Haizhong's house had long since dispersed.

"What great opportunity? What does it have to do with you?"

Lou Xiao'e said, "Go take a bath quickly, and stop thinking about becoming an official. Look at Second Uncle, he's been thinking about it for years, and he still hasn't..."

"How can he compare to me?"

Xu Damao stared wide-eyed. "I'm educated, and I'm young!"

"You call yourself cultured? You only graduated from elementary school and you dare to call yourself cultured?"

Lou Xiao'e smiled wryly, "You've just watched too many movies."

"Li Weidong is the one who is truly cultured."

"Uh... I'm not going to argue with you anymore. Remember to see him for a checkup tomorrow."

Xu Damao looked a little dejected. "I don't believe it. I can't even become a deputy section chief."

"A few years ago, my dad could have settled things with just a word. But now... well, heh."

Lou Xiao'e pursed her lips.

Nowadays, Lou Xiao'e's father, Lou Hongyi, only holds the title of director at the steel rolling mill.

He didn't even dare to touch the factory's production, let alone get any dividends.

By the time Li Weidong's banquet ended, it was already past eight o'clock. Xiao Xi, having finished her bath and applied prickly heat powder, lay on the bamboo chair, looking like a delicate porcelain doll. Xiao Dang and Huaihua had already gone home.

Li Weidong, carrying a yellow canvas bag, escorted the guests to the gate. He watched them get into their car and leave before turning back.

"Weidong, you're incredibly lucky! You ran into an old man while fishing, and it turns out he's a high-ranking official!"

Yan Bugui approached, followed by Yan Jiecheng. The father and son had smiles plastered on their faces, sticking to each other like glue.

"Yan Bugui, don't get any crooked ideas."

Li Weidong said indifferently, "I won't help you with anything."

"No way, I've come to thank you sincerely."

Yan Bugui quickly explained, "You helped us find jobs after liberation and even allocated us housing."

"They say nice things, but deep down they probably resent me for not giving Yan Jiecheng a chance."

Li Weidong sneered, "You know perfectly well that I'm deliberately trying to annoy you!"

After saying that, Li Weidong walked away with a cold laugh.

"That bastard!"

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Bugui cursed inwardly at the same time.

At this moment, Yi Zhonghai returned carrying the deaf old woman on his back.

"Hey, Lao Yi, going out for a stroll so late?"

Yan Bugui was somewhat surprised.

"Old people are like children; the old lady threw a tantrum and insisted on going out for a walk."

Yi Zhonghai said with a smile.

He had just met with someone while carrying the deaf old woman on his back. As for what they talked about, Yi Zhonghai stood at a distance and didn't dare to go over and listen.

Yan Bugui stared at Yi Zhonghai's back as he carried the old lady, sneering inwardly, "What's with the saintly act! He's just after his own retirement!"

"Going out for a stroll? Forget it! Who knows what shady things you've been up to!"

The next morning, Li Weidong explained the house repair to Lin Yurou.

"Brother Dong, I've got it."

Lin Yurou responded softly.

As she spoke, she handed him a towel. Li Weidong had just finished breakfast and was about to wipe his mouth with the towel.

Lin Yurou gets up around 5 a.m. every day to prepare breakfast and wait for Li Weidong to get up. Then she helps him wash up.

Looking at the face in front of him, which was even more beautiful than a fairy, and the gentle expression on that jade-like face, Li Weidong felt proud and satisfied.

If this kind of beauty were in later generations, he wouldn't even be qualified to date her. Even if he gritted his teeth and made it big enough to be with her, he'd have to treat her like an ancestor.

Lin Yurou's gentle and considerate demeanor made Li Weidong feel like he had truly struck gold.

She was dressed simply that morning, in a slightly fitted short-sleeved shirt, the white fabric already showing signs of aging from washing. She wore faded blue trousers. Lin Yurou was about 1.7 meters tall, with a striking figure; Li Weidong glanced at her twice, and his gaze immediately became intense.

She sensed the possessive gaze, her face flushed red, and she turned and ran into the house. But the joy she felt inside made her feel ashamed.

"Brother Dong, you don't need to go grocery shopping today. We still have plenty of braised food at home."

Lin Yurou didn't forget to turn back and give a word of advice.

Li Weidong responded and pushed his bicycle out. It was 7:30 in the morning. He Yushui had just gotten up and was brushing her teeth, while Xiao Xi was still sound asleep in bed.

"System check-in".

Li Weidong silently recited it in his heart.

"Check-in successful! Host has received the following items."

"The blueprints for the US Type 92!"

Upon hearing this, Li Weidong was overjoyed. This thing was something people only started thinking about in the 1970s, and it was a product of China, a country known for its noodles. Now that he had developed it ahead of time, he had definitely outmaneuvered them. It was far superior to the equipment they had now.

"Huh, is that all?"

Li Weidong was a little stunned.

The system remained silent.

"Alright, having this is tough enough."

Li Weidong encouraged himself and pushed his cart to the Intermediate People's Court. He happened to run into Sha Zhu, who had just finished brushing his teeth by the pool.

When Sha Zhu saw Li Weidong, he became extremely hostile, snorted coldly, spat on the ground, and muttered, "What a piece of trash! We live in the same courtyard, and he doesn't even know how to take care of his neighbors."

"And they're always stabbing us in the back."

Li Weidong heard it clearly, paused, and stopped.

"Silly Zhu, what are you muttering about? Just because we live in the same courtyard doesn't mean we have to serve you! Who do you think you are!"

Li Weidong raised his voice, "Why should I accommodate you?"

"Does your boss not know what kind of attitude you have towards your work?"

"How dare you mention the neighbors? Don't you animals have any remorse for the despicable things you've done before?"

Sha Zhu's face turned pale from the scolding, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he didn't dare to rush forward.

"Zhu Zi, what are you doing? Hurry up and get ready for work!"

Yi Zhonghai rushed over and stood in front of Sha Zhu.

He was genuinely afraid that Sha Zhu would cause trouble, and he was counting on this silly boy to take care of him in his old age and see him off in his final days.

"Ha, a litter of beasts!"

Li Weidong sneered, "My father just left, and they're all like hungry wolves, eager to pounce and take a bite."

"Yan Bugui wants my workstation, and the Jia family is eyeing my money and house. Liu Haizhong wants both the workstation and the house. You, idiot Zhu, still dare to dream of marrying Xiaorou?"

"Yi Zhonghai, you old bastard, you still have designs on Xiao Xi, wanting to adopt her to take care of you in your old age? Bah! You're all a bunch of beasts!"

Yi Zhonghai almost fainted, never expecting Li Weidong to start cursing him so early in the morning.

"Wei Dong, you've misunderstood. We were trying to help..."

Yi Zhonghai has fallen into his old habit again, trying to ramble on and on to get by.

"Misunderstanding my ass!" Li Weidong sneered. "They're taking our family's pension while Xiaorou and Xiaoxi are eating wild vegetables to survive. If I hadn't rushed back early, those two girls would probably have starved to death!"

"Yi Zhonghai, don't think this is over. I've been incredibly busy lately, I haven't had time to argue with you. Now that I'm on my feet, let's take our time!"

After saying this, Li Weidong turned and left. It wasn't that he didn't want to teach those beasts a lesson right away, but the key was that he had just started working at the factory and needed to establish himself first. If he caused a ruckus in the neighborhood on his first day of work, and word got back to the factory, who knew what people would think of him.

Things are different now. Li Weidong's name has already been established.