Siheyuan: Relieve stress and relieve worries

Chapter 548: Seclusion and Solitude
After entering the main house and passing the living room, Wang Wenyuan came to the east room. On the kang on the south side, the little girl was sleeping soundly with a rosy face. She was covered with a thick quilt and a cotton tiger-head hat on her head. Wang Wenyuan felt relieved and turned around. There was a sheepskin coat, sheepskin trousers and a pair of brand new riding boots next to them. It seemed that they were left for him by his uncle. Wang Wenyuan looked around the room and saw two gold bars and the two cans of milk powder and bottles on the square table in the middle.

Wang Wenyuan sat alone at the square table in a daze. Now that his grandmother and the others were gone, what should he do? How long can these two gold bars last? The city is under lockdown and nothing can come in or go out. It must have cost his uncle a lot of money to get through the barrier.

As he was thinking, he looked at the cabinets around him. Oh, I wonder if his great-grandmother had left anything. Wang Wenyuan stood up and began to rummage through the drawers and cabinets. After a round of searching, the cabinets were empty. He suddenly thought of food, so he hurried to the kitchen and searched again. Not to mention black rice and noodles, there was not even any wild vegetables. There was only half a can of salt left in the kitchen.

Wang Wenyuan looked at the kitchen with hatred, wondering how he was going to survive. His little sister was fine as she could still survive for a while with milk powder, but he had to go out to find food. Wang Wenyuan did not give up and started running around from room to room, rummaging through drawers and cabinets. Finally, he returned to the east room and lay down next to his sister. This time he was really desperate and didn't keep anything but those things.

Wang Wenyuan looked up at the ceiling with empty eyes, and suddenly he sat up, quickly turned off the kerosene lamp, put out the charcoal fire, covered himself with a quilt, curled up on the kang, and slowly closed his eyes. He knew that there were not many charcoal and kerosene left in the yard, and he had to save them as much as possible, otherwise they would not last for a day or two. His grandmother and her family were so cruel that they didn't leave anything.

Wang Wenyuan came to a room in a daze. This room was very big, four or five times bigger than the warehouses he had blown up. One side of the room was full of things. Hmm, it looked familiar. There were five piles of things side by side. The innermost ones were various canned meats, and some others seemed to be canned as well, neatly stacked on two shelves.

The second pile was filled with various grains. Of course, most of them were coarse grains, but there were also some fine grains, not much, just ten bags of rice and ten bags of flour.

The third pile was various boxes. Wang Wenyuan was familiar with this. This was the munitions he had seen in the warehouse in the Gongxian Hutong compound. Even after he moved the explosives, the remaining half box was still placed in a corner.

The fourth pile of things was more mixed, with everything including pots, pans, tables, chairs, benches, antique calligraphy and paintings, and some boxes, which seemed to contain antiques.

The last pile was the stuff from the last room he went to, gold bars, dollars, and various currencies, all arranged on several groups of shelves just like the warehouse he had been to.

Wang Wenyuan looked at them for a while and thought to himself, if only all of these were mine, I was only thinking about revenge. Do you think if I just steal a little every day when I have nothing to do, I won’t have to worry about it? As for dreaming about these things, alas, he regretted it and turned around. He still saw some large yellow croakers scattered in a corner. He didn’t know why.

Alas, how nice it would be if this wasn’t a dream. I wouldn’t have to look at it anymore. Out of sight, out of mind. He closed his eyes again. After a while, he opened his eyes and saw that he was still in this room. How could I get out? Just as Wang Wenyuan had this thought, he suddenly found himself lying on the kang wrapped in a quilt. Wang Wenyuan was startled and sat up. Wang Wenyuan sat on the kang with a frown, thinking, could this not be a dream? Could I still get in?

As soon as the thought came to him, Wang Wenyuan found himself in the warehouse again. He was startled and pinched the back of his hand. It really hurt. It was not a dream. Where was this? Wang Wenyuan suddenly had a thought in his mind. He returned to the kang without changing his posture. After going back and forth several times, Wang Wenyuan finally confirmed that the warehouse was real and he could go in as long as he thought about it. After constant attempts, Wang Wenyuan finally figured it out. This place was a bit like the Fangcun Mountain that his master had told him about. It was another space, but Fangcun Mountain was an outdoor paradise built by the gods for their own cultivation. This was a warehouse where you could put things and collect things. You could take them out with just a thought, just like carrying a warehouse with you. What made Wang Wenyuan extremely excited was that the things inside were now his own. So what were we waiting for? He took out a piece of meat and a can of lard, and some rice, and ran to the kitchen excitedly to get busy.

Wang Wenyuan started practicing martial arts with his master when he was three years old, so he knew how to cook normally. When it was almost dawn, a bowl of rice porridge and a plate of fried pork were placed on the square table in the east room. There was also a pot of water on the stove in the kitchen, which was prepared for making milk powder for the girl. The fire was burned in an unused cupboard, which Wang Wenyuan simply chopped with an axe.

He drank the porridge and ate the vegetables happily while lighting the charcoal fire. This time he felt confident. When he had time, he would take the little girl for a walk around Zhubao Hutong. Then he would have everything he needed.

After finishing the meal, he threw the dishes and chopsticks there without cleaning up, and lay down on the bed again. He was tormented by his great-grandmother and others for half the night, and then he was tormented in the warehouse for the second half of the night. Fortunately, his sister did not torment him, so he lay down beside her, closed his eyes and dozed off.

After a while, Wang Wenyuan was awakened by his sister's crying. Wang Wenyuan quickly opened the quilt and saw that his sister had urinated. He quickly changed the diaper for his sister, which was prepared by his great-grandmother. His own family didn't bring the one with them. After changing the diaper, his sister still didn't stop crying. He knew that she was hungry, so he quickly hugged his sister in his arms, coaxed her, tied her to his chest with a sling, wrapped her in a sheepskin jacket, took the milk powder and bottle to the kitchen, and after he was done, he returned to the east room, tested the temperature of the milk with the back of his hand, then put his sister on the bed and fed her with the bottle.

Little Wenli stopped crying. She stared with her eyes wide open, eating milk while looking at her brother and smiling from time to time. Wang Wenyuan also smiled gently at his sister.

Wang Wenyuan felt more confident now that he had the daily necessities. He thought about whether he should go for a walk in Chaihuo Hutong, but then he thought better of it and decided to stay at home with his sister. After he coaxed his sister to sleep at night, he would go out for a walk. After he had bought everything he needed, he would stay in the yard.

At ten o'clock in the night, Wang Wenyuan did not go through the main gate, but jumped out of the backyard wall. He first went to Zhushi Street and then went to Dazhalan. When he arrived at Beichizi Street, he found that there were several large trucks parked in front of the Security Bureau. They were all trucks, and it seemed that they were transporting some goods. Wang Wenyuan hated these people from the old mansion. He walked around and directly collected all the goods on the trucks, no matter what they were. He just wanted to make trouble for them.

After this trip, Wang Wenyuan bought all the things he needed, and then ran to Gongxian Hutong and stared at the courtyard for a long time. It was still busy inside, and it seemed that a lot of people had been arrested, but he did not see Ma Heizi. Wang Wenyuan returned to Wang Daren Hutong dejectedly. His great-grandmother's courtyard was in that alley.

He did not go out for the entire winter. No matter whether there were gunshots or cannon fire outside, it seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just stayed at home with his sister. For this purpose, he even locked the door from the outside with a padlock and jumped in over the courtyard wall, as if there was no one in the house.

(End of this chapter)