Chapter 103 Daydreaming

The He family doesn't have many old friends in Old Beijing.

He Yuzhu didn't know what was going on. When his mother was around, there were many people hanging out with his family.

But since his mother passed away, he has no relatives or friends left.

For example, the relationship with Wang Furong is because they are all cooks.

Maybe he could find a few, but He Yuzhu didn't want to look for them. Why bother? If they really cared about their relatives and friends, they wouldn't have such a big problem in the He family, and there wouldn't be anyone to support them.

In this matter, no matter if it was due to He Daqing or anything else, He Yuzhu didn't want to care about it.

Since no one had him in their hearts at that time, it’s not He Yuzhu’s fault that he doesn’t have anyone else in his heart now.

When people live in this world, they should be reasonable when necessary.

After dinner, He Yuzhu took Yu Shui out to set off a few small firecrackers, just to add to the fun.

Yu Shui spent a long time dismantling the 100-shot cannon, but when it came to setting off the cannon, she got scared again.

So they had to ask He Yuzhu and Ding Shumiao to come along. The two little girls, both wearing red cotton-padded jackets and plaid pull-overs, one was holding a lit incense stick, and the other was handing a small firecracker to He Yuzhu.

The little girl directed He Yuzhu where to blow up. Once the fire was lit, the two little girls hid behind He Yuzhu's butt like rabbits whose nests were blown up.

This thing, "I would rather die than let my fellow Taoist die", I guess that's what it means.

He Yuzhu did a very good job as a tool today. He did not scare the two little girls on purpose. It would have been bad if he had scared the two little girls to tears on New Year's Eve.

Because the He brothers and sisters had sufficient weapons, a group of children gathered around them in a short while.

Some were from the alley, while others were acquaintances in the courtyard. They were all staring eagerly at the biscuit box in Ding Shumiao's hand. Inside the box was half a box of disassembled whips.

That's the thing. When you want to play, you don't have the money to play with it.

Any child who could take apart more than ten small whips and put them in his pocket was considered rich.

They also picked up all kinds of strange things and fry them, such as frozen puddles, cow dung, and toilets.

There are always a few unlucky kids who fail to calculate the range well or are accidentally injured by friendly forces, and end up being killed by those Ori.

Then, of course, he walked home howling like a wolf. This is what a naughty child is like.

He Yuzhu looked at the children surrounding him and could only helplessly give each of them two.

He himself didn't expect to deal with these children.

But it’s always better to have someone to take care of the two girls at school.

She only enjoyed the rain for a while, and when it was time for dinner, she couldn't eat.

At this time, I was worried about the dishes at home.

The rain tugged at the corner of He Yuzhu's clothes, signaling him to bend down.

He Yuzhu did as he was told, but Yushui whispered in He Yuzhu's ear: "Brother, our door is not locked, will someone steal our meat?"

Normally, when the brother and sister go out, they always lock the door.

But today is New Year's Eve after all, and it would not be appropriate to lock the door.

He Yuzhu didn't believe that anyone would come to steal things today. Even the most shameless person has to celebrate the New Year. Not everyone is a widow thief.

However, He Yuzhu deliberately teased: "Yes, if the braised pork, meatballs, and pig head in our cupboard are stolen, I will have nothing to eat tomorrow."

Yu Shui became anxious when she heard this, but said to He Yuzhu: "Brother, let's go home? We don't want to play anymore. It's not fun." In order to increase the credibility of her words, Yu Shui also looked at the children not far away with contempt.

He Yuzhu wished it were so. To be honest, he found it difficult to fit into this kind of game.

It’s more like a nanny than a playmate.

Now that Yu Shui said he wanted to go home, he was naturally eager to do so.

He Yuzhu asked Ding Shumiao beside him: "Miaomiao, do you want to play more? Do you want to go home with us and play Galaha? I'll take you home later."

Ding Shumiao has already come out of the grief of her parents' death. The Guo couple and their children are not around, whether she really loves this girl or she is looking for someone to rely on.

After all, he is not bad to this girl. Apart from anything else, she has some baby fat on her face, which is normal for her age.

But it is impossible to say that this girl has fully recovered. The more innocent one is, the more one will remember the great changes in life.

The little girl is still a little introverted. Apart from the Guo couple, she is only close to Yu Shui, who is the same age as her, and He Yuzhu, who is good to her.

Now she was pulling on the other side of He Yuzhu's clothes, embodying the term "tail-chaser".

Seeing He Yuzhu asking her, she subconsciously looked at the rain and nodded.

He Yuzhu held a pot of hot tea, listened to the laughter of the two girls in the room, and sighed with satisfaction.

In today's life, there are two things missing from our home.

The first thing is a watch or an alarm clock. Not mentioning watches, it’s not that He Yuzhu can’t afford an alarm clock, but he just can’t remember to buy one.

Then there is the chatterbox, or the radio.

I dare not buy this. Nowadays, if there is a chatterbox at home, it will be put on the street’s priority list.

Not only do you need to go to the street office to register why you need this thing, but the street office will also come by for surprise inspections every now and then to see what channel your radio is on.

Because sometimes, calling undercover personnel means using specific code words on a specific channel.

So even though He Yuzhu's life was so boring, he didn't dare to think about owning that thing.

Just like in a small village near the southern suburbs of the old city, there is a group of people gathered around a chatterbox and listening.

One of the old men should be the leader, for no other reason than that he had the best clothes on.

He was wearing a brocade cotton-padded jacket. If not for his haggard face, he would have looked a bit like a wealthy landlord before the liberation.

If Xu Fugui were here, he would be able to recognize that this man's surname is Huang, and he was a big gangster on the streets before liberation.

But the old man’s identity is obviously different now, and the people around him all have skinny and hideous faces, like evil spirits reappearing in the world.

After listening to the radio, one of the sallow-faced men asked the old man, "Father, what does that woman say in this thing?"

The old man glared and scolded: "We are different now, we are no longer the hooligans on the street.

We now have a formal letter of attorney."

The sallow-faced man nodded repeatedly, and the old man said, "It says here that the foreign masters are preparing now.

When the time comes, when the foreigners come with their planes, cannons and tanks, what can those peasants do to stop them?
As long as we are well prepared, we will be the biggest contributors.

By then, there will be gold, beauties, glory and wealth, and the brothers will have everything they want."

(End of this chapter)