Siheyuan: A pioneer of morality

Perhaps out of concern for the future, the "cheap father-in-law" of Village Chief Liu obviously didn't have a good appetite for this meal. He "only" ate four steamed buns and half a pheasant, and he didn't eat.

"Let's go, you guys eat."

Village Chief Liu wiped his mouth and walked out with a "worried" look.

Zhou Jianjun watched the "cheap father-in-law" leave, and couldn't help but teasing Yulan: "Why didn't I realize that your father's appetite was so "small" before?"

Hearing Zhou Jianjun's teasing, Yulan looked at him carefully, and seeing that he didn't mean to blame him at all, she said with relief: "My father has always had a big appetite. Farmers rely on their strength to make a living."

"Yes, it's not easy for farmers. These days, it's not easy for anyone."

After eating, Zhou Jianjun thought about what he found in the cave.

After saying hello to Yulan, he slipped out of the village alone.

"The crooked handle, this nickname is really appropriate!"

"It's really a crooked handle!"

Zhou Jianjun held the crooked handle, making a "da da da" sound from his mouth, and pretended to shoot at the opposite side.

"It's not fun, it would be great if I could get a volley of bullets!"

Looking at the surrounding environment, he rejected this idea again.

"Mortar, this thing is really short and powerful!"

"It's just that the accuracy is not easy to get!"

He tried to aim at a few places, resisting the urge to fire the shells and playing for a while.

"It's not fun to play like this!"

"I have to find a few opportunities to fire a few shells and try the effect!"

Zhou Jianjun had the urge to fire a few shells at the mountain, but he was afraid of causing a forest fire. Forest fires in this era are no joke. Once they start, they are difficult to put out.

"Alas~"

After playing in the mountain for a while, he was finally a little tired.

"Go back. You must give it a try when you have a chance."

The next day, Zhou Jianjun drove a truck to Xiaowangzhuang early in the morning.

The treatment was similar to that in Liujiazhuang. As soon as the car entered the village, it was surrounded by a group of militiamen.

"Brother Jianjun is here. You haven't come for so long. We miss you so much."

"Yes, yes, Comrade Jianjun is our lucky star. Seeing you is more exciting than seeing anyone else."

Zhou Jianjun did not get out of the car. He sat in the car and teased several militiamen: "Do you kiss me or the food?"

Several people looked at each other, and then said embarrassedly: "Both, both."

Seeing that several grown men were as shy as little girls because of his words, Zhou Jianjun stopped teasing them, "I'll drive the car to the village committee first, and you go and notify Wang Yougui."

"Okay." A militiaman responded loudly, and then hurried to Wang Yougui's house.

"Keep your voice down, don't let everyone know." Zhou Jianjun hurriedly shouted at his back.

Seeing Zhou Jianjun being so careful, an old man who had been watching him silently said, "Don't worry, kid. Some things are known to everyone. You helped the village through the difficulties. If anyone dares to make trouble for you, I guarantee that he will not be able to leave Xiaowangzhuang."

"Uncle, who are you..."

"I am Wang Yougui's fourth grandfather."

"Hey." Zhou Jianjun hurriedly jumped out of the car and took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man, "Hello, fourth grandfather."

The old man reached out to take the cigarette, raised it to his eyes and looked at it, and said with emotion: "Young man, you are a man with a penis. That's the ability. In the past, only the 'leaders' could smoke this kind of cigarette. "

A literate militiaman looked at the cigarette box in Zhou Jianjun's hand curiously, and then said to the old man: "Fourth Master, you are really right. The cigarette in Jianjun's hand, even now, only the leaders can smoke it."

"Oh?" The old man was immediately interested when he heard it, waved to the militiaman, and asked: "What kind of cigarette is this?"

"Huazi!"

"Huazi? What a good name!" The old man muttered, glancing at Zhou Jianjun's hand.

The hint was so obvious that Zhou Jianjun couldn't help but know what he meant.

"I still have some in the car, I'll get you two new packs."

Zhou Jianjun said, and then jumped into the car in two steps, pretending to take down two more packs of "Huazi".

"Fourth Grandpa, you keep it and smoke it slowly."

The old man stared at Zhou Jianjun's face for a while, then said with relief: "Yougui has a good eye and found a good family for his sister."

"Uh..." Zhou Jianjun scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Seeing him like this, the old man said carelessly: "I won't talk about the rules of ancient times, you know it too. Some things are better known to everyone. Don't be afraid of someone causing trouble for you. In this village, no one can do anything to you!"

The old man said it with a solemn oath, as if he was very confident about Zhou Jianjun's words.This kind of "eating more and taking more" behavior did not feel uncomfortable at all.

Zhou Jianjun thought about it carefully and felt that the old man's appearance should not be fake. After all, the old man is a person who has survived the feudal society and has seen all kinds of postures.

"You are right." Zhou Jianjun responded with a wry smile.