A courtyard house; Li Yunlong, a subordinate of the deputy director of Harbin Military Engineering I

As everyone knows, he was trained by Han Muxia and possesses the incredible martial arts skills of the Special Branch. How could he possibly defeat him?

It was because of this connection with the Long March that Zhang Renfeng learned half of his martial arts skills from him.

Therefore, he can be considered half a disciple of the master, and they privately address each other as master.

That evening, Zhang Renfeng was taken to a temporary guesthouse of the Central Military Commission.

He was very happy that night!

As a result, I couldn't fall asleep all night.

Sun Bing, the bodyguard, was also very excited, having stayed up all night reviewing the documents, as it was his first time in Beiping!

I finally fell asleep around four or five in the morning.

The next day, around seven or eight o'clock, the Military Control Commission sent someone over. The person walked to the door and said to Sun Bing, "Comrade, hello, I am Li Huaide, an officer from the Military Control Commission's Materials Takeover Section. I've been ordered to come and receive the Commander."

Sun Bing waved his hand: "Sorry, comrade, the commander just fell asleep not long ago..."

Before Sun Bing could finish speaking, Zhang Renfeng came out and said, "Little Sun, it's alright."

He spoke casually, but he was actually still having doubts.

All the plot details from watching "Full House of Love" in my past life are flooding back now.

No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, isn't that the courtyard house?

The place is inhabited by Yi Zhonghai, Yan Fugui, Liu Haizhong, Jia Gui and their gang. How did his older brother end up getting involved with these people?

But then he thought about it again. His older brother was a senior fitter, and several of these people were workers in a steel rolling mill. So the master-apprentice relationship made sense.

"Comrade, what was your name again?"

Li Huaide, from the Military Control Commission, snapped to attention and saluted: "Reporting to the commander, my name is Li Huaide."

Zhang Renfeng was somewhat surprised when he heard the name.

How did the world of "Bright Sword" end up with "Full House of Love"?

Is this supposed to be a merging of worlds?

However, Zhang Renfeng couldn't make a judgment based on just a name. He thought to himself that a name alone couldn't prove anything, as there were plenty of people with the same name. He remained expressionless and nodded to Li Huaide, "Then please lead the way, comrade."

"Serving our superiors is what we subordinates should do."

Li Huaide led the way in a military jeep, and opened the door to invite Zhang Renfeng to get in.

They arrived directly at Nanluoguxiang. Li Huaide parked the car, turned off the engine, and turned to Zhang Renfeng to introduce it to him:

"Nanluoguxiang has one main alley, and then eight streets and alleys on the east and west sides, totaling seventeen streets and alleys, belonging to the First District of Beiping City. There are eight hutongs on the west side: Fuxiang, Suoyi, Yu'er, Mao'er, Shajing, Heizhima, Shajing, and the eight hutongs of Qian Gulouyuan. The eight hutongs on the east side are Chaodou, Banchang, Beibingmasi, Qian Yuanensi, Ju'er, Dongmianhua, and Qinlao."

He got out of the car and pointed deep into the alley: "Commander Zhang, this is No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. Zhang Rende lives here."

It really is!

Zhang Renfeng stared at the gate of No. 95 courtyard in surprise.

Li Huaide hurriedly got out of the car and opened the back door. The gate only allowed a view of the screen wall in the front yard.

It belongs to the most classic form of siheyuan (courtyard house).

Zhang Renfeng stepped into the courtyard, followed by Sun Bing carrying the sack containing Yanghe Daqu liquor.

Just as he rounded the screen wall, he saw someone with their back to him tending to the flowers and plants, humming the most popular tune in Beijing at the time. The tune went up in a curve, and he couldn't tell what kind of tune it was, but he was humming and enjoying himself.

The man was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket with the cuffs rolled up twice, revealing a coarse cloth shirt underneath. He was bending over, loosening the soil in a row of flowerpots at the base of the wall, humming a little tune.

As someone who had seen the movie "Full House of Love," Zhang Renfeng immediately recognized Yan Fugui, who lived in the west wing of the front courtyard. This guy was an extreme case of human eccentricity, stingy to the core, but he was stingy with everyone except himself. He was a typical example of someone who was strict on the outside but loose on the inside, an extreme egoist.

Yan Fugui was bent over, digging at the soil in the flowerpot. He had sharp ears and heard footsteps behind him. He looked down and saw several long shadows on the ground, covering his hands.

He was startled, his hand trembled, and he almost dropped the small shovel. Turning his head, he exclaimed, "Oh dear, sir!!"

He shouted out, his voice twisting and turning, a smile plastered on his face, his eyes darting around as he looked Zhang Renfeng up and down, before saying, "You are...?"

Zhang Renfeng was used to this form of address and didn't want to pursue it further. Li Huaide, however, quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Master Yan, is Master Zhang Fengde home?"

When Yan Fugui heard that they were looking for Master Zhang, his smile became even warmer. He pointed towards the central courtyard and said, "Yes, yes, Master Zhang lives in the east wing of the central courtyard."

He then turned to Zhang Renfeng and said, "Sir, he's over there. Master Zhang lives in the east wing of the central courtyard."

Yan Fugui followed curiously, sidling up to Zhang Renfeng. As they walked, he wiped the mud off his hands with his sleeve, chattering, "Oh, are you looking for Master Zhang Fengde?"

"Zhang Fengde??"

Zhang Renfeng asked, puzzled, without stopping, and turned to look at Yan Fugui.

Yan Fugui said with a smile, following behind Zhang Renfeng, "Yes, his name is Zhang Fengde. Once when we were drinking, he said that the 'Feng' in his name was for his younger brother."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Renfeng paused in his tracks.

The words "living for my younger brother" pierced his heart like needles.

He remembered the look his older brother gave him when he was nineteen when he was conscripted, and the words he shouted, "Little brother, take care of yourself," he remembered for twenty years.

He thought his elder brother had died in the trenches during the Central Plains War. For the past twenty years, every Qingming Festival, he would burn a piece of paper facing south in the trench, muttering "Brother, may you rest in peace." But his elder brother was alive and well in Beiping, and had even changed his name to live in place of his younger brother.

The two brothers both thought the other was dead and even built a grave for each other in their hearts. Little did they know that in the end, they were both still breathing.

His mind was in turmoil, but he kept a straight face, simply nodding without saying a word.

Yan Fugui, oblivious to Zhang Renfeng's change in expression, followed closely, continuing to chatter on: "By the way, sir, you don't know, Master Zhang has a terrible temper. He's a master craftsman. For example, Yi Zhonghai in the east wing of the middle courtyard, Jia Gui in the west wing, and Liu Haizhong in the east wing of the back courtyard are all his apprentices, oh dear..."

"When these three were just apprentices, they each got their fair share of kicks from his big feet."

"Take Yi Zhonghai for example, he got beaten up the most!"

Hearing that his elder brother had become the master of these people, Zhang Renfeng was secretly pleased. Of course!

Back in Guangxi Province, my older brother was known for his explosive temper. Despite his scholarly appearance, when he got into a fight, it was a brutal beating. The three of them were just unlucky.

He pictured his older brother in his youth: tall, fair-skinned, with a dimple on his left cheek when he smiled, always polite to his neighbors, and everyone who saw him said that Zhang Laoda was a refined man.

But if anyone angers him, things are different. Zhang Renfeng remembers one time when two tax collectors came to the village and whipped an old man who couldn't pay. His older brother grabbed a carrying pole and rushed out. The two men were beaten and ran away with their heads in their hands. His older brother chased them for half a street, his voice louder than thunder.

Those three unlucky guys got stuck with such a master; getting stomped on the ground would be the least of their worries.

Yan Fugui accompanied her to the central courtyard, muttering to himself, "It seems that Sister-in-law Zhang and the children are not home right now. Why don't you go sit in their east wing and I'll go and call them back for you?"

Just then, a boy from the middle courtyard ran out, sniffling.

The child was running so fast that he almost bumped into Zhang Renfeng's leg. He stopped abruptly, looked up, and saw snot hanging from his lips like two transparent rice noodles, which he quickly sucked back in.

Yan Fugui grabbed him by the back of the neck: "Shazhu, you're quick. Go to the steel mill and call Grandpa Zhang back. Tell him we have a guest at home."

傻柱将鼻涕咽下去后，又舔了舔嘴唇，方才说：「阎老师，我没空，许大茂在胡同口，挨了北兵马司几个小王八蛋的揍，我特幺的要去帮他一把。」

After he finished speaking, he looked up and saw a tall man in military uniform. The man's officer's overcoat was crisp and straight, with insignia on the collar and a belt around his waist. A pistol holster was attached to the left side of the belt, and the shiny brass buckle made his eyes dazzle.

Sha Zhu shuddered, sniffed, and unconsciously straightened his back.

"Oh, it's you, sir. Alright, I'll leave Xu Damao to his own devices. Let him get beaten to death. I'll go call Uncle Zhang back."