Chapter 250 People change
"Hey, Comrade Deming, how come you have time to come back today?"

Yan Bugui was wearing a sleeveless double-breasted hemp jacket and hemp trousers. He sat in the courtyard, fanning himself with a large palm-leaf fan, playing chess with Yi Zhonghai, while a group of people gathered around and watched.

He actually had his back to the hanging flower gate, but because of his sharp ears, he heard Wang Deming chatting with the workers who moved in after entering the yard, and he kept turning his head to pay attention to what was going on.

As soon as he saw Wang Deming passing through the Chuihua Gate, he immediately stood up, greeted him warmly, and gave his seat to Liu Haizhong, saying, "Come on, Lao Liu, stop standing there pointing fingers, and come play with Lao Yi."

Without paying attention to Liu Haizhong's reaction, he took two steps forward to Wang Deming and looked at Wang Deming carefully.

It was midsummer, and Wang Deming was actually wearing ramie cloth, but the quality was much better. It was authentic Liuyang round silk fine summer cloth, which was ironed flat but very cool. On his feet were ordinary inner lining thousand-layer cloth shoes.

Most people wouldn’t be able to recognize this outfit, but Yan Bugui’s family used to run a grain store, so he has a sharp eye and can tell it at a glance.

He smiled even more, his eyes narrowed into slits, and the warmth in his words was unmistakable, "Ever since you took Baozhen and the children away to take care of them nearby, you two sisters haven't been back for a while."

"What? Baozhen is coming back with the children?"

"Master Yan, Master Yi, Master Liu," Wang Deming said with a smile after greeting everyone in the courtyard one by one, and then replied, "You guessed right. My sister will move back with her children after National Day, and my brother-in-law and his family will also move in. So I plan to simply tidy up the house and clean up the kang."

"Oh, that's great." Yan Bugui slapped his thigh, his glasses almost fell off, his face full of excitement, "I have always been thinking about the Renchun kids, they are sensible and lovable."

Wang Deming looked at Yan Bugui with his eyes shining, and he thought to himself, "Are you worried about your children?"
But it is not advisable to hit a smiling person, especially since he just heard that he and Yi Zhonghai were protecting their house. Wang Deming's expression remained unchanged. He bowed to him and Yi Zhonghai and thanked them, "Master Yan, Master Yi, and all the young and old men in the courtyard, I want to thank you first."

"Just now, a comrade from our factory told me at the door that thanks to you, my house was not occupied by others. I will set up a few tables when my sister and brother-in-law move back."

Just now, Yi Zhonghai also stood up with Yan Bugui, holding a large teacup in his hand. At this moment, he suddenly spoke up and refused politely: "Comrade Deming, you are too polite. It is unworthy of your kindness. Our factory is grateful to you for curing all the old injuries of our workers."

“We are the ones who should be thankful.”

Why is Yi Zhonghai so good at speaking now? Where did his seriousness and righteousness go?

Wang Deming's first reaction was that there was something fishy going on.

But when his two east wing rooms were about to be occupied, he did help. What was the reason? Let's take a look.
He continued with a smile: "Haha, it can be considered as a meal together with all the neighbors."

Yan Bugui was afraid that Yi Zhonghai would postpone it again, so he quickly said, "Yes, we will have a dinner party. Each family can provide a dish or a table and chairs, and we can have fun together."

"Okay, then it's settled. You guys continue to enjoy the cool air and play chess, I'll go back to my room to tidy up."

"Okay, okay." Yan Bugui nodded vigorously.

Yi Zhonghai was about to say something, but was immediately stopped by him, "Come on, Lao Yi, let's continue playing chess."

Wang Deming used the key to turn the door that had not been opened for a long time, and immediately a smell of stuffiness hit him in the face. This was caused by the lack of air circulation for a long time. He fanned his nose with his hands and waited for a while before stepping into the house. Everything in the room was still the same, the mahogany floor and ceiling, the Huanghuali eight-immortal table and the board walls; he walked into the inner bedroom and turned on the light. The yellow light reflected the reddish color of the kang cover.

The curtains on the kang cover were hung on hooks on both sides, and two kang cabinets were stacked neatly on the kang against the north wall.

Alas, life is a toss and turn. I have to take down the kang cover first before I can continue to dismantle the kang. OK, next time I will find a daytime, bring my stuff here, and also get a cart.

After greeting the people in the courtyard warmly, Wang Deming wiped the non-existent sweat stains on his forehead as soon as he left No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. This kind of hypocrisy was really tiring. He also paved the way for his brother-in-law's family to move in.

The reason why Wang Deming decided to set up a few tables and invite the people in the courtyard to dinner was, on the one hand, to thank them for their previous maintenance of his house; on the other hand, his brother-in-law and his whole family had just been released from a labor camp.

In previous lives, it was difficult to reintegrate into society after being released from prison, let alone in this more conservative era?
As the saying goes, one should be grateful to the person who has helped him, and one should be grateful to the person who has helped him. The Siheyuan in Nanluoguxiang seems to be quite suitable for my brother-in-law and his family to live in.
A week later, Wang Deming took a morning to the courtyard house in Nanluoguxiang, pushing a cart and carrying a set of masonry tools. He dismantled the kang and dug out all the gold, jewelry and watches buried under the kang.

After re-setting the kang, Wang Deming pushed the cart to move the gold, jewelry and watches to the cellar under the small financial factory.

After stepping heavily a few times, Wang Deming smiled self-deprecatingly. This courtyard in Xiaojingchang is now extremely valuable.

The jewels were kept as they didn't take up much space. The hundreds of large yellow croakers, more than a thousand small yellow croakers and dozens of watches were taken to Hong Kong and exchanged for U.S. dollars.

I am not a miser. Besides, even if I am not reborn, I have already taken advantage of Mr. Huo's business. In the future, I will at least be a billionaire, right? What's more, I have a golden finger.
Soon it was the National Day of 54, with colorful flags flying and drums beating! The majestic and powerful army passed in front of Tiananmen Square in rows, and the square was boiling.

There is another thing worth writing about this National Day: China's first national constitution was officially born and passed through Tiananmen Square with the reviewing team.

On the third day after National Day, Wang Deming accompanied his sister Yan Baozhen to Tianjin’s Qinghe Farm to pick up people. His brother-in-law Chang Youguang and his mother and son finally survived three years of labor reform.

It is not known whether it is labor that truly changes a person or whether it is labor reform that truly changes a person.

If it was someone who knew Chang Youguang before, they would definitely not dare to recognize him when they met. Is this still the elegant Mr. Chang?
He was a man in his 40s or almost 50 years old, wearing a khaki-colored coarse cloth Zhongshan suit, coarse cloth shoes, a crew cut, a slightly yellow complexion, sunken cheeks, and a hunched body.

Chang Yourong is similar. The high breasts she had before have completely shrunk, and her stork bones are protruding, making her face look more square.
Old lady Ma Xiulian has become a real old woman, with wrinkles all over her face and a head full of white hair. Although it is combed neatly, it is obviously very sparse.
Compared with them, Yan Baozhen, who is still plump and full, looks even younger.

"Let's go home." There was no exciting, tear-jerking, or melodramatic plot, just such a simple sentence.

Chang Youguang and his mother and two sons seemed to have not yet recovered from their labor reform. They remained silent and followed Wang Deming and Yan Baozhen back to the capital.

The first stop was the Tsinghua Garden Bathhouse in Wangfujing. Wang Deming took Chang Youguang, while his sister took Chang Yourong and mother-in-law Ma Xiu Lian, and they split into two groups.

It was not until the two of them entered the Guantang on the second floor and spoke frankly to each other that Chang Youguang endured the scalding hot water and buried his whole body in the bathtub. After a long time, he exposed his red face again and exhaled a long breath, "Huh"

Wiping the water off his face with a towel, he finally seemed to come back to his senses and exclaimed, "Finally it's out."

(End of this chapter)