Siheyuan: My anger system is too good at playing

"Shh."

Yan Bugui closed his fan, still standing by the window, reluctant to leave, "I said, mother, I have a hunch that there is probably something big going to happen in our courtyard."

The three mothers are picking out sprouted potatoes from the sack.

After hearing what her wife said, she shook her head and said, "Impossible, don't worry, aren't Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu all detained? As long as they are not here, our courtyard will stop!"

"I'm not talking about them, I'm talking about Jiang Weidong."

The third mom still didn't understand, "Jiang Weidong? What happened to him?"

"Since I was young in the thorny grass, now I gradually feel the basil. At that time, people didn't know Lingyun wood, and they waited for Lingyun to reach the top."

Mentioning Jiang Weidong, Yan Bugui finally opened his squinted eyes, pushed the window slightly with a fan, and looked towards the direction of the back room.

The third mother has no education, her job is to serve the food and drinks of the big family.

Although, she could also recognize that it was a poem, but she didn't know its meaning.

Yan Bugui was just the opposite of her, he was the most educated person in the courtyard.

Although he only teaches Chinese in the second grade of elementary school, he often speaks out his words and loves to chew on words, which always creates an invisible and impenetrable wall between the husband and wife.

Many people are envious of her third mom who married a teacher, but only she knows what it feels like.

Just like what Yan Bugui said about "shit is high", it made the three mothers feel confused.

Just when she was wondering what this meant, Yan Bugui suddenly tapped the window frame with a fan and said, "Fuck, I have an idea, let's let Jiang Weidong come to our house for dinner!"

If it weren't for the mud on his hands, the third mother really wanted to go up and touch her old Yan's forehead to see if he had a fever, otherwise why would he be talking nonsense?
Let Jiang Weidong come to the house for dinner?
Isn't this an international joke?
"Old Yan, did I hear you right? You want Jiang Weidong to come to our house for dinner?"

"That half-baby, you haven't heard of eating me to death?"

"Needless to say if it's far away, it depends on our family's Jiecheng and Jiefang, and take out another Jiekuang. These three wolf cubs are enough. You plan to get another one. I think you are crazy, aren't you?"

"What's the matter, is it possible that you want to save all your rations for him?"

ignorant.

ignorance.

This reflects the importance of culture!

Yan Bugui knocked twice on the window frame with his fan, and was about to knock on the blackboard.

"You made a big mistake just now. You didn't listen carefully to the question and carefully analyzed what I said."

"Let me ask you, joining a group, do you understand what it means to join a group?"

With the help of Mr. Yan to highlight the key points, the third mother somewhat understood what he meant.

"Oh, you mean not to eat for nothing, tell him to pay money to our house?"

Yan Bugui saw that his wife was talking too straight, and the neighbors who came into the yard a few yards later would beat them who passed by the door.

So, he closed the window, walked to the dining table and sat down, and said softly to the third mother, "This is what I planned. I plan to let him pay eight yuan to our family every month as a Food expenses. Not only this money, but also those food stamps, oil stamps, fish stamps, cloth stamps, etc., all must be handed over to us."

The three mothers put the sprouted potatoes in a pot, frowned slightly, and thought about it, "Eight yuan... It stands to reason that if a person only eats, he can't use so much, so let's take it." For example, five yuan a month for a person is enough."

"Hey, why don't you say you're stupid." Yan Bugui gestured at her with a fan and said.

"Then what do you mean, just ask him to pay five yuan, good guy, after this month, he will eat all the five yuan. How dare you cook for him for nothing?"

"It's so cold, he can eat hot food when he enters the house, and asking him to pay three yuan as labor costs, isn't that too much?"

"Otherwise, this is not a relative, so why serve him in vain? Do you think this is the reason?"

This account is so calculated, right!
The third mother looked at Yan Bugui with adoring eyes, and said, "If you say that, it means that I also have a salary, but it is a little less, only three yuan."

"No, no," Yan Bugui squinted his small eyes, shaking his head and said, "What you said is all on the bright side, you have to look at what's not on the bright side."

"For example, if Jiang Weidong stewed this catfish today, it would be suitable if it were put on our table."

The third mother has been influenced by him for so many years, and sometimes she can guess a little bit of his intentions occasionally.

"Oh, if you say that, it is true that there are six people in our family, and Jiang Weidong is the only one."

"If we get together at the same table, it's equivalent to our family eating six bites, and he only eats one bite. It's really suitable for our family, suitable for the elderly!"

"If you add up the credits on the bright side and the debts that are not on the bright side, then I can earn far more than three dollars, right?"

Yan Bugui's small eyes were shining with golden light, he crossed his legs and shook his head leisurely, enjoying himself.

The two talked so lively, those who didn't know thought that Jiang Weidong had already agreed to join the gang.

While the two of them were studying this matter behind their backs, Yi Zhonghai from the middle courtyard was also frowning, pacing back and forth in the room like an old donkey pulling a mill.

Just now, I just went out to pick some coal balls to burn, and I heard several neighbors say that Jiang Weidong stewed catfish and eggplant today.

The image of the dish when it came out of the pan flashed in his mind, and then sprinkled with two pieces of coriander to make it fresh, that would be a fragrance!
But such a delicate meat dish, looking at the whole courtyard, besides Yi Zhonghai's, is there anyone else to prepare it?

Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai also looked in the direction of the back room through the closed door.

This kid is just a first-class fitter, and his salary is only 15 yuan and [-] yuan a month.

It's almost the end of the month now, and some people can't catch them anymore, so he still has spare money to buy catfish?
The eggplant and coriander are nothing more than two cents, but the catfish is expensive!
He remembered that this summer, according to a worker in their workshop whose daughter-in-law had just given birth, in order to produce milk, he had to bite the bullet and buy catfish that cost [-] cents a catty.

That's the price in summer, let alone this season!
The smallest piece of catfish weighs about two catties, so you can’t eat this meal without more than two yuan!
Where did he get the money?

Could it be that he took out the passbook Jiang Yuanshan left him and spent it?