Sitting on the backseat of Xu Damao's bicycle, Cao Zhe looked at the 1960s city of Sijiu. He felt that everything was new. Xu Damao was still chattering with Cao Zhe." Brother Cao, did you get any work this time? Do you want Brother Damao to introduce you to a job? Brother Damao was a projectionist at the Red Star Rolling Mill. His monthly salary was forty-five yuan. His family's conditions were second to none in the quad. Do you know why Brother Damao came to pick you up? Because in the quad, only Brother Da Mao and Third Master have bicycles. However, your Brother Damao's bicycle ticket was given by Deputy Factory Manager Li. Third Uncle doesn't have a bicycle ticket. Their bicycles are second-hand…"
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When they arrived at the courtyard house, Cao Zhe confirmed one thing with Xu Damao's boasting. That was, he had arrived in the year 65 and had actually entered the story world of the Qin Man Siheyuan. It was unclear whether the people in the courtyard were the main characters, but everyone's characteristics were basically the same as in the plot.
After getting out of the car, a middle-aged woman wearing an armband came up to them." Aiyo, this is Cao Zhe? Not bad, not bad. Young man, you're energetic. The only downside is that you're a little thin. However, this little face was really handsome. I'm Director Huang from the street office. This is the courtyard assigned to you. You live in the backyard, next to Xu Damao's house. This was Yi Zhonghai, the eldest uncle in the courtyard. He's famous for being a good person in this area. If there's anything, you can look for him or come to the street office to find me.”
"Alright, thank you, Director Huang." Cao Zhe stood straight and saluted Director Huang. In fact, Cao Zhe didn't know how people of this era should express their gratitude.
"Aiyaya, as expected of a comrade who grew up in the army. He was full of energy. She looked really likable. You can call me Aunt Huang from now on. Let's not talk about anything else, but your Auntie Huang has already made a reservation. "When you turn 20 in two years, Auntie Huang will introduce you to a wife…" Director Huang was so happy that he almost lost his bearings.
"Alright, Director Huang. You have so many things to do every day. Cao Zhe is a good child. I'll bring him into the courtyard to familiarize himself." Yi Zhonghai said.
"Alright, alright. I'll leave it to you." Director Huang waved and left.
"Little Cao, I'll call you that. Let me introduce you first. Our courtyard has three entrances. It was divided into the front courtyard and the back courtyard. I live in the middle court. I'm the first master of the courtyard, a grade eight fitter in the rolling mill. In the backyard lived the second uncle, Liu Haizhong, a Grade 7 blacksmith of the Steel Rolling Mill. Yan Fugui lived in the front yard. He was a teacher at Red Star Primary School. If a small matter happened in the courtyard, they would look for the elders in their respective courtyards. If it was a big matter, they would hold a full-court meeting to resolve it.”
"Alright, thank you, First Uncle." Cao Zhe had just arrived, so he was very gentle and polite. He had not thought of how to face the beasts in this courtyard.
After saying this, the few of them had already walked to the backyard." This is your house. It's about 70 square meters, which is considered very big. On the left was Xu Damao's house, and on the right was the deaf old lady's house. Pack up and put down your luggage. Come to my house for dinner tonight.”After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he patted Cao Zhe's shoulder with a look that said," I think very highly of you." Then, he turned around and left.
The doors in the courtyard house were not locked. Cao Zhe pushed the door open and entered. Although the room was very big, it was quite dusty. There was not much furniture inside, only a bed, a table, and a chair. The stove was in the room, but it was also covered in dust.
Cao Zhe had no idea what was inside the sack that he had brought along with him. It was still spring, and there were only two sets of clothes in the sack. There was a military quilt and a letter of introduction, which were sandwiched in a book without a cover.
Cao Zhe opened the recommendation letter. It was from the military. Cao Zhe's experiences were also briefly written on it. Cao Zhe joined the army with his only father when he was six years old. He was considered a soldier's family. He started training at the age of twelve and became a small warrior. A few months ago, Cao Zhe's father had died on the battlefield, and Cao Zhe had turned eighteen. In order to take care of the families of the martyrs. I can't let the meritorious minister die. The military had specially approved Cao Zhe to transfer to a local military post and take over his father's military post. He entered the Red Star Rolling Mill as the security chief and received a salary of 265 yuan per month.
When Cao Zhe saw this, he could not help but raise his eyebrows. Good heavens, this is the Section Chief? No matter how young the Section Chief was, he was still a leader. No matter how big a level eight locksmith was, he was still a worker. The status of this section chief was not low at this time.
He would introduce them to her and bring her along when he reported to the rolling mill. Just as Cao Zhe was about to put the book back, he saw a small drawing and a few lines of text. Cao Zhe was shocked when he took a closer look. This thing was not simple. It was a military grappling technique developed by the Northeast Military Region and promoted throughout the country. It was called the Eighteen Black Dragon Hands. It could be said that this was the first set of martial arts officially recognized after the founding of the country. It was just that this set of Eighteen Black Dragon Hands was difficult to train, and its attacks were extremely ruthless. They were either missing an arm or a leg, or they went straight for their vitals. After a short dozen years, the security in the country became better and better, and this cultivation technique was sealed. It was changed to a gentler fighting technique. However, in the short span of ten years, the Eighteen Hands of the Black Dragon had become a legend among the older generation of soldiers.
Unlike the later fighting techniques, the Eighteen Black Dragon Hands could injure people with a single strike. When the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands was popular, it was common for an active soldier to take down ten or twenty gangsters with knives on the street. After the Black Dragon's Eighteen Hands was sealed, such a grand occasion never happened again.
It didn't take long for Cao Zhe to pack his things. When she went out, she saw that her neighbors had also returned one after another after work. The fat second uncle had not bought a bicycle at home yet. At this moment, he walked in unsteadily with his hands behind his back.
Cao Zhe quickly greeted him,"You're the Second Uncle of the courtyard, right?" I'm the new Cao Zhe, you can call me Little Cao.”
"Yes!" Second Uncle strode forward with his hands behind his back. He only hummed in acknowledgment and put on airs. He didn't take Cao Zhe seriously at all. Xu Damao leaned against the door, munching on melon seeds as he watched the scene in front of him. He could only gloat.
Cao Zhe didn't argue with Second Uncle and went to the middle court. At this moment, he happened to see a scene. A tall and burly man was holding a net bag in his hand. There were two aluminum alloy lunch boxes in the net bag. A short and voluptuous young woman beside him reached out and took the lunch box naturally. What did the burly man say? The young woman pouted and slapped the man's arm. The young woman's hands were soft and weak, like she was acting spoiled. After being hit, the man was also lost in lust and forgot who he was.
Who else could this scene be other than the Siheyuan War God, the great wronged fool, and the white lotus vampire, Qin Huairu?
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