When it was almost dark, the Yang family's small courtyard had been renovated with the efforts of many people.

Not only have those that should be repaired have been repaired and what should be cleaned have been cleaned, but even the smoke has risen from the newly built stove, and the air is filled with the smell of human voices and food, which makes this small courtyard full of life again.

Yang An is burning the fire, Yang Ping is cooking, the small figure is turning like a wheel in front of the stove, and from time to time directing Yang Kuan to increase the firepower, etc., in front of this stove, Yang Ping seems to have a little bit of commanding general demeanor.

"Pinkie is really capable!"

"Yes, if any boy marries her in the future, she will be blessed......"

One or two Song family members have become very familiar with each other after a day of working together, and now that the work has been done, they are warming up in front of the fire in the courtyard, looking at Yang Ping's small figure and busy, and said sincerely.

Even if the children of poor families are in charge of the family early, there are still not many capable little girls like Yang Ping.

Yang Ping obviously heard these admirations, and there was pride on her little face, Song Jiawen looked at Yang Ping with her eyes pricked up on the side, and she was actually a little jealous, because she felt that her limelight had been stolen.

Liu Yingqing and those soldiers were not here, because before, Yang Yi deliberately asked a few Liu Yingqing and those soldiers and some family members to follow him back to the Western District to carry some furniture that the Song family did not want.

Yang Quanlin was in the Song family building, waiting with his eyes in sight.

Except for drinking two bowls of gruel in the morning, it was almost dark by this time, and he didn't stick to his teeth.

It's not that he's not hungry, in fact, he's already hungry with his chest on his back, but he really can't cook this meal, even a simple washing of dishes, he broke several bowls, and he didn't dare to try cooking, Yang Yi and the others didn't come back to eat at noon, where did he get the food to eat?

Yang Quanlin, who was hungry, sadly found that cooking seemed to be no easier than being determined to save the country and save the country.

Hearing that someone was coming back, Yang Quanlin hurriedly hid upstairs.

Watching a group of soldiers come back with Yang Yi and others to carry things, and seeing Liu Yingqing and Yang Yi like brothers, Yang Quanlin couldn't believe his eyes - Yang Yi obviously only came to the city yesterday, how could he be able to wear the same pants with a group of soldiers so quickly?

Yang Yi went upstairs, took a set of old clothes of Song Fucai and others for Yang Quanlin to change into, and instructed: "If you don't want to be caught, keep your mouth shut!" ”

The main force of the revolutionary party suffered heavy losses, and Yang Quanlin lost contact with the headquarters again, but he still developed dozens of members in the city, and of course they are all in one pot now.

To do this with almost nothing, Yang Quanlin relied not on force and gunpoint, but on his words - those ideals and fantasies about the future.

It can be said that words are the most deterrent weapon of Yang Quanlin or all the revolutionary parties, and now Yang Yi wants him to keep his mouth shut, which is equivalent to abolishing his only weapon.

Yang Quanlin didn't object, because he knew that if he objected, this guy might be smashed with a punch again.

Of course, it was more because he knew that Yang Yi wanted him to shut up because he wanted to help him, and now his portraits have spread all over the city, and there are military and police agents searching for him everywhere on the streets, and once he leaves the Song family's courtyard, he is in danger of being caught.

Although it is safe to hide in the Song family's small courtyard for the time being, it is not a long-term solution after all, and it will undoubtedly be much safer to stay by the side of a master like Yang Yi and Yang Kuan's brothers.

A group of people carried all kinds of furniture and salutes to the small courtyard of the Yang family, Yang Quanlin wore the clothes of the Song family, deliberately smeared some dirty ash on his face, carried a table and followed the team with his head down, Liu Yingqing and other soldiers did not notice that there was an extra family member they didn't know in the team.

"Lao Liu, why is he so hard working today, helping people repair houses and helping people move?"

Some patrol police, gendarmes and even spies who are familiar with Liu Yingqing joked, and every now and then, Liu Yingqing would put his arm around Yang Yi's shoulders and said: "Help my brother move, my brother has just come from the countryside, and my brother will take care of it later!" ”

Yang Yi nodded and smiled and asked for care for those patrol police agents or gendarmes, humble and honest, just like every hillbilly who has just entered the city, except for Yang Quanlin and Yang Kuan, it is estimated that no one knows how many scheming and calculations are hidden under this humble and honest face.

As for those who don't know each other, they won't come together at all when they see a group of soldiers and oilers with them, and no one can think that a revolutionary party that they almost turned over the entire provincial city and didn't find would actually be mixed in with a group of soldiers and oilers?

The things that were brought in were all piled up into various houses, and everyone ate and drank in the big pot on the fire in the courtyard, and the meat and cabbage in the cauldron were churning with the water vapor, and in the intoxicating aroma of wine, Liu Yingqing and other soldiers and Song Fucai and other family members began to fight for wine, and no one noticed that Yang Quanlin had disappeared again.

"Brother, do you have any plans to come to the city? How about not mixing in the army? ”

Liu Yingqing, who was half-drunk, put her arms around Yang Yi's shoulders and snorted wine: "I have my brother and I cover, and you are Miss Song's friend, Guo Shao will definitely take care of you, don't dare to say anything else, it is certain to eat and drink spicy!" ”

Yang Yi didn't say that Guo Xiaokun would not take care of himself because of Song Jiawen, and he definitely wanted to kill himself, but just pointed at Yang Kuan, Yang An, and Yang Ping and said: "If I join the army, then who will support my younger brothers and sisters?" ”

"That's ......"

Thinking that it is no problem for these people to feed the whole family and not go hungry to join the army, but Yang Yi has to support his three younger brothers and sisters, and it is strange that he can't starve to death by relying on that little money, so he no longer persuades.

Full of wine and food, the guests and hosts were happy, Liu Yingqing and the other soldiers went drunk, and slapped their chests one by one before leaving, so that Yang Yi could find them if he had something to do, not to mention anything else, one hundred and eighty brothers, that was on call.

"Brother Liu, you guys go slowly!"

Yang Yi stood at the entrance of the courtyard and waved goodbye, and did not turn back until the group walked out of the distance.

Yang Kuan packed up some leftovers and brought them into the house for Yang Quanlin to eat, Yang An and Yang Ping were cleaning up the mess, Song Fucai and the others were already away when they saw it, Song Jiawen sat alone by the fire, looking at Yang Yi from time to time with a pair of big eyes.

"I'll send you back!"

Yang Yi said, looking at some traces of mud and dust on Song Jiawen's gown, he asked her a little apologetically if she was tired.

"My hands are blistered!"

Song Jiawen raised a pair of delicate hands to show Yang Yi, a small blister reflected the firelight, it shouldn't hurt to look at it, but it seemed to be showing off and expressing credit.

Yang Yi smiled innocently, seeing that there was no one around, he blew lightly and said that it didn't hurt.

Song Jiawen punched and scolded, laughing and scolding you for being my child?

In the village or in many places, when the ignorant child falls and scratches, the adults blow and coax like this, and often the children burst into tears and laughs.

Yang Quanlin, who was eating leftovers in the house, looked at Yang Yi's boring amusement of Song Jiawen, looked at Yang Kuan with a pout, and said: "I have seen a little bit of your eldest brother's other skills, but this method of making the girl you like happy is really unsightly-you will actually lose to him!" ”

Yang Kuan glared at Yang Quanlin angrily, and said in his heart that I didn't lose alone, Guo Xiaokun, and so many seniors who like Jiawen, didn't they all lose?

"That's right!"

Yang Quanlin reluctantly agreed with Yang Kuan's statement, and held back a sentence for a while: "Miss Jiawen looks beautiful and smart, but it's a pity that she is blind!" ”

Yang Yi has already sent Song Jiawen out.

It was already dark but not too dark in the city, and there were always lights in the surrounding houses reflecting the snow, but there were few people in the streets, except for the occasional patrolling patrols and gendarmes.

Yang Yi walked straight, with a little bit of non-squinting.

Song Jiawen stared at him with vertical eyes, as if staring at wood, but wood never reacted, so neither did Yang Yi.

What a piece of wood!

Song Jiawen said sadly, pinching Yang Yi's hand with some annoyance and said, "Didn't you see that my hands are so cold?" Cheap for you! ”

Yang Yi agreed, holding the cold little hand and moving forward, looking very shy and frightened.

"I really don't know if they're girls or you're girls!"

Song Jiawen pouted angrily, Yang Yi lowered his eyebrows and listened pleasantly, feeling the blisters in the little hands that were gradually warming, and he couldn't bear to imagine what those blisters would look like one day when they all turned into calluses.

But Song Jiawen didn't think about this, she held back a happy smile on her pretty face, the people around her were wood to others, but they were her treasures, and now, she held her treasures in the palm of her hand.

Although the provincial capital has a large area of slums and the western area where the rich live, it is actually not big, and the Yang family's small courtyard is only a few miles away from the Song family's residence.

No matter how slow you go, you still arrive quickly.

Seeing her house from afar, Song Jiawen was a little melancholy, although she was still holding his hand, she had already begun to miss it.

"When I have money, I'll go and propose to Uncle Nian!" Yang Yi suddenly spoke.

Song Jiawen suddenly blushed, knowing that he was thinking about it, and he was also thinking about it, but he didn't say it.

"And when will you get the money?" Song Jiawen asked.

Yang Yi didn't know, he only knew that he would work hard, because since childhood, their family has worked hard to live, and they have never slacked off, but they still have no money.

"I run the grain and oil store in the provincial capital, and I have saved some private money in the past two years, do I want to lend you some money?" Song Jiawen said softly, with capital, it will always be easier to make money.

Yang Yi looked at Song Jiawen, this is what he likes about Song Jiawen.

"I want to be on my own this time, I need to prove that I can make you live a good life!"

Yang Yi said that when there was a great drought and the land was confiscated, and he and his younger brothers and sisters were about to starve to death, it was Song Jiawen who took out his private money and secretly gave it to him, and their family survived.

He took it that time, because he wanted to live, this time, he needed to rely on himself, and he needed to make sure that he could make Song Jiawen live a good life.