Life in siheyuan era

There are many ways to answer someone's question, but the best way is to be humble yourself and let others praise you.

Zhang Limin had given him a few lessons on how to answer other people's questions.

Don't rush to show yourself off when you first meet someone. If you say something ridiculous, people won't take it seriously. Amidst the laughter, Zhou Zhiyuan turned to look out the window.

Figures came into view, heading towards the large iron cabinet.

This iron cabinet was called a 'steamer,' a tool for steaming rice and heating food, which Zhang Yong had just introduced to him.

Near noon, the urban management department's meeting ended. Zhang Yong saw Li Huaiyi come out and immediately rushed to the urban management department, shouting for Zhou Zhiyuan to invite him out for lunch. Zhou Zhiyuan refused without hesitation. Zhang Yong had to treat, and even treat in the evening.

Zhang Yong reluctantly agreed and gave him some pointers. The row of rooms on the west side, the north side was the general office, the south side was the economic section, and the side room next to it was the water room. The large iron cabinet outside was the steamer. Zhou Zhiyuan could bring rice to work.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiyuan was looking at the steamer. Through the window glass, he saw more than a dozen men and women standing in front of the steamer.

Hu Biao stood in the front, just retracting his gaze from looking over here. He took out two lunch boxes from the steamer, opened the lid of the top one, looked at it, and shouted, "Celery stir-fried with meat, a good dish."

Then he closed the lid and handed it to the burly man next to him. Then he opened the lid of the bottom lunch box and shouted again, "A full box of rice, no wonder Zhang Yong is as fat as a pig."

Hu Biao made a strange cry and glanced over here, with a smug look in his eyes, as if saying, "Look, am I impressive?"

But he was disappointed. He didn't see Han Xue's figure through that window.

"She might be walking out," Hu Biao thought, retracting his gaze and squinting at the door next to him, seeing Zhang Yong standing at the door of the general office with a flushed face.

He wanted to continue to show off, so he shouted again, "Temporary person-in-charge, is this box of food for honoring your father? I'll take it."

Everyone burst into laughter, but they didn't notice Zhou Zhiyuan walking over quickly.

When Hu Biao shouted the first time, Zhou Zhiyuan got up and walked out. Han Xue and Wan Chunfang hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked out of the room. Wang Dagang looked at their backs and silently got up to follow behind.

But they couldn't keep up with Zhou Zhiyuan's pace. He walked extremely fast. As Hu Biao's voice fell, he stepped into the crowd, came to Hu Biao, extended his left hand, took away the box of rice along with the rag, and then turned around. The lunch box in the burly man's hand also disappeared.

Zhou Zhiyuan took back the two lunch boxes, passed through the crowd, came to Zhang Yong, handed him the lunch boxes, and said faintly, "Go back to the room and eat."

When Zhang Yong took the two lunch boxes, Hu Biao finally reacted. A ball of anger exploded with a bang, and he roared, "Zhou, you're looking for death."

This roar made the surrounding crowd scatter immediately, and a wide, straight path appeared in front of the two.

Zhou Zhiyuan turned to look at him and said coldly, "Forcibly seizing is the act of a bully."

This was his habit. Before taking action, he would first put an evil label on the other party, standing on the side of justice, and raising the banner of chivalrous Zhou Zhiyuan high.

And Zhou Zhiyuan was a newly arrived transferred cadre, and his right hand was crippled. Hitting Zhou Zhiyuan might enrage Qiu Jianye, who was also a veteran, and the consequences would be hard to say.

Hu Biao was a bit muddled, but not stupid. He knew what was important here. At this time, if someone came forward to mediate, it would be over.

When he saw Han Xue squeezing out of the crowd, his eyes lit up. Han Xue coming forward to mediate was what he wanted most.

But Han Xue didn't say anything, with an expression of watching the excitement, which immediately made Hu Biao misunderstand.

He thought Han Xue wanted him to take action, and immediately understood, striding towards Zhou Zhiyuan.

Hu Biao also paid attention to tactics, showing it through his heavy steps. Striking emphasized momentum, preemptively deterring the enemy's courage.

This was Hu Biao's strength. He put on a round face, glared his eyes, and showed a fierce expression. Coupled with his burly figure, he overwhelmed Zhou Zhiyuan in terms of momentum.

And Zhou Zhiyuan was inherently insufficient in this regard. Even if he put on a face and widened his long eyes, no one was afraid of him.

It was this weakness that made him very passive. Something that others could solve with one fight, he had to fight three times.

In the past, he wanted to solve this passive situation, painstakingly practicing the fierce light in his eyes, but these pure eyes were very stubborn, refusing to accept transformation. It wasn't until after he was transferred home that Qin Huairu reminded him that he had a pair of cold eyes.

But there was a premise for using these eyes: he needed to put on a cold face.

But he didn't want to make a cold face at Hu Biao. Judging from Hu Biao's words and deeds, he had bullied Zhang Yong a lot before this. This revenge must be taken.

He had sufficient reason to take action and was about to move forward when he suddenly remembered something.

This opportunity was quite rare. He could continue to experiment, taking a light breath and circulating it in his body, closing his mouth and nose, emptying all his main consciousness, and completely relaxing all the muscles in his body.

At this moment, looking at Hu Biao, he noticed that his movements had slowed down. Hu Biao, who had been striding over, seemed to be waddling as he approached. He slowly extended a large hand to grab his left shoulder.

Hu Biao had his considerations. This wasn't a place to just throw a punch. He should grab him, fling him away, and tear apart his face and dignity.

But his grab missed. Zhou Zhiyuan stepped back, and his large hand grasped only air.

Without a second thought, he stepped forward again to grab his right shoulder. Seeing him step back again to avoid this grab, Hu Biao was truly enraged and lunged forward fiercely.

Zhou Zhiyuan also lunged forward. Two experiments had validated that his consciousness-emptied state granted him slow-motion capabilities.

But he couldn't retreat any further. Another half-step, and Zhang Yong would be exposed, and Hu Biao might attack Zhang Yong.

This was something Zhou Zhiyuan didn't want. He recalled his main consciousness and decided to attack. He rushed forward, immediately emptying his main consciousness, slid his foot forward, and bumped into Hu Biao's chest. His left hand reached out and grabbed his right shoulder, his right foot slid in to block his right leg, his right arm angled to prop against his right waist, and he twisted his body, throwing him out.

With a thud, Hu Biao fell heavily to the ground, and Zhou Zhiyuan immediately slid back three steps.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene before them. Hu Biao, who was always aggressive and belligerent, was actually lying on the ground?

At this moment, Zhou Zhiyuan recalled his main consciousness and said coldly, "That's all there is to it."

This was a form of provocation. Throwing the opponent down once wouldn't solve the problem. He didn't want to let go, and Hu Biao didn't want it to end. The two should continue their efforts and stage a full-on brawl where the brave prevail when they meet on a narrow path.

But even a full-on brawl had its rules. Hu Biao was currently performing a carp jump, and he wouldn't stop him. Fighting should also have style. The fact that he hadn't been arrested and taken to the police station all those years was definitely related to his chivalrous demeanor.

But this demeanor also had a significant drawback. Fighting in public was very passive. Hu Biao's punch was fast and powerful, and he had to show some style and take a step back.

Zhou Zhiyuan once again emptied his main consciousness to stabilize the experimental data. What was the difference between a grab and a punch?

After Hu Biao threw his second punch, the data stabilized. Hu Biao's two punches were indeed fast, with the ability to throw five punches per second, but in his vision, it could be divided by two.

This data reduced Hu Biao's combat power by half. Having reached this conclusion, Zhou Zhiyuan once again entered an unconscious state, charging towards the third punch, tilting his head to dodge it, his left hand reaching out to grab Hu Biao's shoulder. His main consciousness suddenly realized that it was still this move.

But there was nothing he could do. He had completely abandoned his main consciousness, and the body decided what move to make.

"This move is this move, then." The main consciousness still decided to ignore it. Thud... Hu Biao once again fell heavily to the ground.

This time, he fell even harder than before. Hu Biao lay on the ground, unable to get up for a while.

The crowd, however, showed expressions of surprise, looking at Hu Biao and then at Zhou Zhiyuan. They couldn't understand how Zhou Zhiyuan, who appeared weak, had managed to knock down Hu Biao twice.

The crowd didn't understand, but Zhou Zhiyuan did. When he returned to the detachment from the高原部队hospital, he used this move to knock down Li Wu. The body's memory was too deep.

He was actually thinking about the concept of body memory at this moment, instead of paying attention to Hu Biao's actions. There was no need to consider what Hu Biao was going to do running into the water room. There was a shovel and a stove hook there. As a burly man, Hu Biao wouldn't rush out wielding a stove hook.

"A shovel is very suitable."

Just as he thought this, he saw Hu Biao rush out of the water room holding a shovel, shouting, "I'm going to fight you to the death!"

The crowd scattered in all directions, and Zhou Zhiyuan's main consciousness immediately switched to propaganda, shouting, "Don't hurt anyone!"

This shout was to establish legitimate self-defense, so he could then implement legitimate self-defense, bravely rushing forward instead of ferociously rushing forward.

He was acting in legitimate self-defense, while Hu Biao, who stood his ground and raised the shovel, was preparing to commit assault. Zhou Zhiyuan bumped into his chest for the third time, his left fist striking his stomach.

A sharp pain struck, and Hu Biao instantly lost all his strength, letting out a miserable cry. The raised shovel clattered to the ground, his legs weakened, and he fell to the ground again, clutching his stomach and rolling around on the ground, constantly emitting mournful howls.

Zhou Zhiyuan, however, stood beside Han Xue and muttered, "Luckily, no one was hurt."

He was the chivalrous and unparalleled Zhou Zhiyuan. Faced with a thug wielding a shovel, he must stop the crime and protect the life and property of the people.

But Han Xue's astonished expression made him feel unsure. "Did she not hear me?"

Just as he was about to say another sentence, he heard a loud voice, "If you had put a little more force, Hu Biao's intestines would have been severed."

Zhou Zhiyuan turned his head and saw Qiu Jianye squeeze out from the crowd, followed by Zou Hong. The two had returned from outside and happened to see the scene just now.

This scene was too coincidental, so coincidental that Zhou Zhiyuan seriously suspected something. The two of them had been hiding behind the crowd watching the excitement, and now they were coming out to clean up the mess.

Qiu Jianye's voice was loud enough. One shout made the crowd scatter. This fight was lively, with over thirty spectators surrounding the two fighters.

The crowd made way for Qiu Jianye to walk over and stand firm. He looked at Hu Biao, who was rolling around and constantly howling miserably, and snorted coldly.

Zou Hong looked at Hu Biao, then at Zhou Zhiyuan, and asked seriously, "Why are you fighting?"

Qiu Jianye snorted again, raised his eyes, glared at Zhou Zhiyuan, and roared, "This is not a battlefield. If you had put a little more force, a life would have been lost. Killing enemies on the battlefield is heroic, but killing people in the local area is a crime. Do you understand this principle?"

Qiu Jianye was furious, and everyone fell silent, even Zou Hong stopped speaking.

But Zhou Zhiyuan still had to explain, "Director Qiu, I was acting in legitimate self-defense."

"Bullshit..." Qiu Jianye roared, "Dog fart legitimate self-defense. When it comes to fighting, three Hu Biaos are no match for you. You are looking for a reason to beat people. Is this what the leaders in the army taught you?"