Scholars in the courtyard

Lin.

The desk lamp illuminates a small area, but it cannot illuminate the inner world.

Father Lin was sitting at his desk, his eyes blank, staring ahead in a daze.

Mother Lin was sitting on the other side, also in a daze, as if she couldn't believe it.

After getting the news today, they thought it was a joke.

Their own son knew clearly that although he was a bit of a bastard, in this military courtyard, no one's child was the lawless one.

If there was anything wrong, it was because his son had not integrated into the circle of the compound.

Even if it is his own small circle, he has not integrated into it.

You know, the circles in the courtyard are like concentric circles. The center is naturally the one with the highest status, then there is a circle near the center, then there is a circle outside, and there is another circle at the outermost edge.

Even within the same circle, there are several smaller circles.

These circles may not matter in the eyes of the fathers. After all, everyone comes from the same trench and doesn't think much about each other.

But the next generation doesn’t think so.

Especially those who grew up in such an environment, this kind of circle has been ingrained in their bones since childhood, which is the same as the relationship between villages in the countryside.

The difference is that in this military courtyard, it is even more obvious.

The reason why they were disappointed with Lin Shen, their son, was because he was out of place.

If they are not integrated into the circle of the compound, they will have no one to rely on when they grow up. Who will use the connections that their generation has worked so hard to save?

Now that it’s fine, what’s the use of these connections without a son?

The two of them sat in silence until now, silent and dead.

"Head of the family, please think of a way. We only have one son."

Mother Lin couldn't help but speak, tears falling as she spoke.

"What else can you think of?"

Father Lin lowered his head and his eyes became red.

"I've thought about everything I should think about."

"I've found everything I can find."

"But this time, we."

Father Lin spoke word by word, with a flash of pain in his eyes.

"Xiao He, tell me, am I wrong?"

"What I have in my mind now is what Lin Lin was like when he was a child. I"

Before he could finish speaking, Father Lin covered his face and started crying.

A white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift, such is the pain.

Mother Lin lay on the table with a sob, sobbing.

Bang bang

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The two calmed down, and then Lin's father stood up and opened the door.

Standing at the door was an old man with a flat head, a resolute face, and a bit of seriousness in his expression.

"Old Liu!"

"Um!"

After a brief greeting, the old man came to the house.

"Brother Liu, you are here~"

Mother Lin said with a tearful voice, while Father Lin was preparing to make tea.

"Don't bother, I have to go back later."

Father Lin's hand movements froze, and Mother Lin's heart skipped a beat.

The other party's attitude was beyond their expectations.

"Old Lin, let me tell you what I heard first."

Old Liu spoke calmly, and Father Lin sat aside and listened carefully.

"The main capture task this time is Chief Chen. You know this, right?"

The two nodded. If Mr. Chen hadn't taken the lead, they would have rushed into the machinery factory.

But it was Mr. Chen who took the lead and they were flustered. Who didn't know what Mr. Chen had done in the past?

Although these years have been focused on domestic economic construction, the enemies were frightened by the former great reputation.

"Of course, he is only the host on the surface. In fact, in private, the two parties have reached a consensus."

"What?"

Father Lin was suddenly shocked.

Even Mother Lin found it incredible. She had established a friendship with the Coordination Office in private and helped complete many things.

This stabbing in the back probably wouldn't happen.

Seeing the two of them looking like this, Old Liu sighed, "There are too many things involved in this matter, and the arrests haven't stopped yet."

"Some people want to use this to eradicate the rotten flesh and restore order. Naturally, some people will take advantage of this to install their cronies and control the situation."

"You guys, understand."

Father Lin and Mother Lin looked at each other, and there was sadness in both of their eyes.

In the game between the two sides, they are the sacrificial pawns.

"Old Liu, tell us what we should do."

Father Lin gritted his teeth and said, "As long as I can save his life, I, I will risk my life's honor."

When Mr. Liu heard this, he sighed and shook his head, "It can't be saved."

"Xiao Lin made a huge mistake this time. Do you know how much money they made through this line and how much supplies they spent?"

"A while ago, in order to deliver supplies to the disaster area, all the rice grains were pulled out from the cracks in the warehouse. You can imagine the meaning of this."

"This incident has caused shock among the people above, and voices of severe punishment are rising one after another, especially among the centrists who make up the majority. No one dares to confront them."

Lao Liu said so much in one breath, and the meaning was already obvious.

People cannot be saved.

Mother Lin covered her face, feeling extremely regretful.

"well!"

"Old Lin, you must also be prepared."

Lao Liu stood up and prepared to leave, leaving a few words before leaving.

Father Lin sat blankly on his chair and did not get up to see him off.

That last sentence is obvious.

The child does not teach, the father too.

If a child in the family commits this crime, the father will also have to bear the consequences.

What's more, if something like this happened, his position is no longer suitable.

He had expected this.

After Lao Liu left, Lin's father stood up tremblingly, then walked to his wife and reached out to touch his lover who had been with him for many years. "Don't cry, dear!"

Lin's mother raised her head and threw herself into Lin's father's arms.

"Boss, what should we do? Let's do it."

Lin's mother cried and became helpless.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Tomorrow, I will arrange something for you. You go to the south first and go back to your hometown."

Lin's father's voice was very calm, but Lin's mother heard another meaning.

Look up and look at her man.

"You, the head of the family"

"I'm fine."

"Over the years, I didn't discipline my child well and let him go down this path. I'm sorry for him and you."

"Now, I have to fulfill my responsibilities as a father."

Father Lin showed a smile of being the head of the family, but in the eyes of Mother Lin, Father Lin's hair, which was originally just gray, turned white with naked eyes

"I won't go!"

Mother Lin shook her head gently and reached out to touch Father Lin's white hair, "When have we ever separated in these years?"

"Also, without my son and you, where can I go?"

"It's better to stay with you, where you go, I go!"

Father Lin suddenly laughed, "Okay, then we will fight again for our son."

"Yeah!"

Early the next morning, Yang Xiaotao heard the sound of Ran Qiuye getting up to cook.

I couldn't sleep either, so I got up to help clean up in the yard.

The morning brought a light cool breeze, blowing the cucumber vines not far away, swaying with it, and Xiaowei lying on it looked like autumn.

Xiao Wei has been following him these two days, but because of the arrest, Yang Xiaotao rarely communicates with her.

Most of the time, she absorbs energy alone.

Of course, Xiao Wei followed him throughout the arrest, but she just didn't have the chance to take action.

After returning last night, I used the night's efforts to act on the vegetables and fruits in the yard.

I don't know about other things, but there are a lot more ripe tomatoes in the yard this morning.

Calculating the time, normal tomatoes must take at least 100 days to mature, but they are ripe in less than two and a half months.

I can only say that this day is too good, and this courtyard is too suitable for growing tomatoes.

After cleaning the yard, Yang Xiaotao picked up the wooden gun that had been idle for a long time.

These arrests made him realize the importance of revolutionary capital.

Strengthen your body, and you need to be strong to forge iron.

Step forward, lower your center of gravity, raise your gun, and thrust, all in one go.

Although the skill of thrusting cannot be improved, the muscle memory it brings has not faded.

Yang Xiaotao practiced thrusting in the yard and gradually found the feeling. He thrusted again and again, making whizzing sounds in the air.

Ran Qiuye was cooking in the house. When she saw Yang Xiaotao waving his gun with his sleeves rolled up, she sat aside and watched quietly, just like watching her idol.

"Dad!"

Just as the two were practicing and watching, a figure ran out of the next room.

Yang Xiaotao heard the voice and put away his gun and stood up, "Miaomiao, why don't you sleep a little longer."

"I woke up and got up."

Miaomiao looked at the gun in Yang Xiaotao's hand, "Dad, my great grandfather also taught me how to shoot, I want to practice too."

Yang Xiaotao was surprised when he heard it, and then looked back at Ran Qiuye.

Ran Qiuye nodded, "My great grandfather taught her."

Okay.

Yang Xiaotao probably thought that his great grandfather couldn't wait, and Duanwu was too young, so he practiced with Miaomiao first.

However, the military literacy of the female team members in the village is not low.

The ability to shoot a gun is not worse than that of men.

"Here, this one is for you."

Yang Xiaotao found a shorter stick from the firewood pile and handed it to Miaomiao, "Get in the right position."

Miaomiao took the stick and stood up.

"Don't put your legs too far apart."

"Keep your hands closer."

"Stab!"

Ha!

"The voice is slow. You have to shout it out when you rush forward. Don't shout it out too early, or you will lose your energy. Don't shout it out too late, or you will lose your momentum."

In the yard, Yang Xiaotao personally instructed and sometimes acted as a teacher.

Miaomiao listened and studied hard. She felt that her father taught better than her great grandfather. He could always tell her what was wrong and what to do.

"Yes, that's it. Stab it out."

Ha~

Ha~

"Not bad, keep going!"

Then the father and daughter started practicing in the middle of the yard.

The two voices appeared from time to time, making the whole yard come alive.

Gradually, many people in the yard looked over.

Everyone in the yard knew that Yang Xiaotao practiced with a gun, and they knew that he was very good at it.

In the early years, Sha Zhu was not convinced, but was beaten by Yang Xiaotao.

But now, the girls around him also practiced, what is this?

Cultivating a new generation?

Especially Miaomiao, who was not very strong in her body, followed the rhythm and attacked again and again, which made many children look envious.

In this era, if you ask boys what they will do when they grow up, most of them will say they will join the army.

The father and daughter practiced as if no one was around, and sweat kept dripping from their bodies.

Yang Xiaotao was fine, but Miaomiao's persistence and tenacity were admired by many people in the yard.

Apart from other things, this spirit will surely make a difference in the future.

In the next room, Sha Zhu heard the noise outside and walked out of the house to watch.

He will go to the housekeeper's manor the next day or the day after tomorrow, so he had a lot of trouble with Qin Huairu last night.

It's just this body. Maybe it's because it's been locked up for too long, or maybe the entrance is too wide. Anyway, it's not because his key is too thin. He worked hard for most of the night, but in the end, there was still no result.

However, he vaguely heard the sound coming from the main room at night, which made him feel very depressed.

He is only two years older than Yang Xiaotao. Is there such a big difference?

He doesn't even have a child, but this guy has let the surname Ran give birth to three. Looking at this situation, he probably has to give birth to three more.

Does he have to go to Qin Jingru?

When the thought came to his mind, Sha Zhu felt that the action that didn't appear in the morning gradually showed signs.

But thinking that he was going to the countryside, and now Xu Damao was still squatting in the sentence, it would be strange if he was pregnant.

But if she wasn't pregnant, it would be fine.

"From now on, coordinate your steps well"

Yang Xiaotao's voice came into his ears again not far away, interrupting Sha Zhu's thoughts.

Then he looked at the little girl practicing.

Seeing this scene, Sha Zhu couldn't help but despise it in his heart.

He had a deep understanding of the stabbing skill, and it was said that it was also passed down by the people above the Yang family!

I thought Yang Xiaotao, like his cooking skills, passed down the skill of eating to men but not to women, but I didn't expect that this picked-up girl could learn it, what a fool.

Looking back at Xiaodang Huaihua, even though the two of them called him dad, and compared to Miaomiao, at least this child was half blood with his wife, but he still wouldn't teach cooking skills.

There was nothing else, if this skill was passed on to his daughter, it would be the same as passing it on to others, so he could only pass it on to his son.

As for whether he had a son or not, Sha Zhu didn't think it was a problem.

At least this happened to Qin Jingru.

It's just not convenient now.

But if he could change a woman...