Chapter 102 Provocation
Liu Haizhong hooked his hands like a lucky cat, gradually losing confidence, and unconsciously lowered his voice, "Let's go and sweep the snow together."

Yi Zhonghai's disdain flashed across his face, and then he said to him seriously, "Lao Liu, let's go together."

Wang Deming couldn't help rolling his eyes again as he watched the residents in the yard wandering past him.

Looking at this hypocritical look reminded me of a host in my previous life who always frowned, thought he was compassionate and represented the conscience of the industry!
Fuck!
I, an excellent, newly promoted member of the New Democratic Youth League, did not stand up to make speeches and mobilization, which made you two old hands look like losers.

Damn, you two are so eager to make progress, why don’t you two get closer to the organization?
"Hmph!" Jia Dongxu passed by Wang Deming, stiffened his neck and snorted coldly.

Oh my god. I am saving your life in disguise, did you know that?
With your small body, if you really marry Qin Huairu, wouldn't it be a matter of reincarnation sooner rather than later?

MD, did I give you face?

"I'm so stupid."

"Uncle Deming!"

Wang Deming had just uttered two words when he heard someone shouting. Turning around, he saw He Yushui from the middle courtyard - still with two pigtails and wearing the same satin-fronted cotton jacket from last night - running through the hall and standing on the steps, waving at him with a smile.

"It's too cold outside today. Why don't you wear a hat? Go inside and find your Aunt Baozhen."

Wang Deming's mood improved when he saw Yu Shui's smile. He pointed to his own door and said, "Let's have breakfast together at home later. I'll buy it back."

"Well," He Yushui continued to trot and opened the door, "Aunt Baozhen."

"Oh, the rain is coming. It's a good time for us to wash our faces together. The water is warm." Yan Baozhen's voice came from the room.

"Auntie, let me empty the toilet for you later."

“Oh, no need.”

He Yushui had just stepped through the door carrying the toilet when Yan Baozhen rushed over from behind, grabbed the handle of the toilet, and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "Yushui, you are a good child, but you are still young, and the toilet is too heavy."

"Aunt, it's okay. I can light the stove, boil water, and cook at home."

"Then help auntie sweep the floor."

He waved at Wang Deming and shouted, "Deming, come and empty the toilet."

"Here it comes." Wang Deming was so helpless. He never thought that a time traveler like me would have to empty the toilet one day.
But when I think about the queen Wang Jingwen back then who would get up in the morning to empty the toilet and queue up to use the restroom, I feel balanced again.

But it’s better to have a private house with a yard, and the toilet is in the yard.
When Yi Zhonghai heard He Yushui calling Wang Deming, he stopped and looked back.

Seeing how affectionate He Yushui and Yan Baozhen were, his brows furrowed and his face darkened, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jia Dongxu, who was standing beside him, was very sensitive to his master's change, and he shouted at Wang Deming who was carrying the toilet: "Hey! You're the newcomer in the front yard, do you know the rules?"

"Everyone is out sweeping the snow, and you're the only one here slacking off, right?"

"If you can't speak human language, shut your dog mouth!" Wang Deming narrowed his eyes, looked at Jia Dongxu coldly, and cursed: "Your mouth is for you to eat, not for you to spout shit!"

Suddenly, he noticed that Yi Zhonghai's lips were about to move, so he spoke first: "Comrade Yi Zhonghai, is this how you educate your apprentice?"

"The slogan of 'love children' that you just shouted was thrown aside in the blink of an eye?"

“Although you are not a member of the Communist Party or the League, we do not ask you to play a pioneering and exemplary role.”

"But as ordinary people, we should always have the most basic courtesy and respect, right?"

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu were speechless. Jia Dongxu argued, "You, how dare you curse me?"

"Everyone else is going to sweep the snow, why don't you go? Also, can you call Yi Zhonghai Comrade? You have to call him Uncle!"

"I call you uncle!"

"you."

"Deming."

"Please call me Comrade Deming!" Yi Zhonghai had just said two words when Wang Deming interrupted him. Wang Deming glared at him and said righteously, "As a member of the New Democratic Youth League, it is my responsibility to go deep into the masses, unite the masses, and educate the masses."

He stared at Master Yi Zhonghai and his apprentice with burning eyes, "What title would be better than comrade?"

"Comrade Yi Zhonghai, huh?"

The master and the apprentice were immediately stunned by what Wang Deming said, it was so high-class.
"Comrades, please make way. Empty the toilet. I will immediately join in cleaning the road." Wang Deming carried the toilet, as if he was going to the battlefield, with a tragic look on his face. "In the process of labor, I will lead by example and give full play to the leading and pioneering role of our Youth League!"

The residents who had not yet left the Chuihua Gate all made way in silence and suspicion. The other women who came out to empty the toilet also stood there in a daze, holding the toilet.
Humph, you are talking to me about sentiments and theories, can you beat me? Did I read and study the Selected Works of Mao in vain?
Wang Deming walked through the crowd without looking around, and strode to the public toilet to empty the toilet bowl, and used the snow on the road to clean the toilet bowl.
Although the people in the courtyard didn't dare to point fingers, the buzz of low discussions rose one after another. "What group did you just say?"

"Youth League."

"what for?"

"I don't know, but it sounds amazing."

"It's not"

“Could it be related to the Party?”

"possible."

"A master can't argue with others."

"Well, look at what the people in the front yard eat and wear. You can tell they are well-educated. How can you compare?"

"Isn't Miss Yushui now enjoying her life?"

"Yeah, it's true. This little girl is smart."

"You are so stupid. You must be the uncle in the front yard. Didn't you see that couple are circling around him?"

"That's right. Look at the Third Master, he looks so radiant today. Maybe he got some benefit."

"Yeah, really."

"."

Yi Zhonghai looked at his beloved disciple Jia Dongxu dully and sighed inwardly. Why did he feel like he was out of control?

"Let's go."

The second uncle in the backyard, Liu Haizhong, who had been craning his neck to listen, squinted and blinked, and asked his eldest son Liu Guangqi: "Guangqi, is this youth group powerful?"

"Well, you have to be very outstanding to join the league. It's a preparatory step for party members, and it's easy to become a cadre."

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "Cadre! Guangqi, you have to work hard!"

".OK."

Wang Deming returned to the courtyard, kicked the faucet to remove the ice formed by the dripping water all night, turned the faucet completely, and flushed the toilet again.
After sending him home and smiling at Yan Baozhen and several children, he walked out of the hospital with a shovel and joined the busy team clearing the snow.

Seen from the air, the residential areas of the capital covered with snow seemed to be populated by densely packed worker ants, which quickly cleared the snow on the roads into the gutters on both sides.

Soon, scattered figures appeared in various offices, factories and shops, clearing the snow in front of their doors.

On the streets of Nanluoguxiang, an old lady with a square face and wrinkles all over her face, wearing a piece of blue cloth on her head and sweat on her forehead, was walking back and forth with a broom in her hand to cheer people up.

If he saw any place that hadn't been swept yet, he would join in with a few people behind him.

"Noodle tea!" "Such hot noodle tea!" A middle-aged man with a white cloth tied on his head, who was carrying a shoulder pole, shouted while breathing out cold air.

At one end of the pole was a noodle pot with a small stove underneath and a double-opening wooden lid on top. On the lid was a wooden plate with a sesame paste tube and a small iron can of pepper, sesame salt and ginger powder on the plate. The lid had small holes pierced on it. At the other end was a tin bucket for washing dishes.

Three cents a bowl.

Wang Deming reached out and called to the man selling hot noodle tea, "Master, please prepare five bowls for me!"

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

"No, I'll go home and get the dishes so you don't have to wash them."

"Thank you."

The chef quickly poured the tea from the small pot into a bowl, poured sesame paste on it with a colander, and sprinkled with pepper, sesame salt and ginger powder, and a bowl of hot noodle tea was ready.

After the cleaning was completed, the people who returned to the yard hurried home with envy in their eyes, swallowing their saliva secretly.

Wang Deming had just brought the last bowl of hot noodle tea to the table when he heard He Yushui ask her sister Yan Baozhen: "Aunt Baozhen, when will you help my brother find a date?"

(End of this chapter)