Becoming a big boss in the courtyard starts with pork

When Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang returned to the front yard, the third aunt happened to call them to eat.

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang looked at each other and put the money away silently, for fear of being seen by their own father.

If he found a reason to take it away, they would really want to cry.

"Big brother and second brother, why are you two smiling so happily?"

"Did you hide something delicious? Give me some!"

Just when the two of them thought it was perfect, they didn't expect that this guy Yan Jiekuang would see this scene.

"There's nothing delicious to eat, just eat your food."

The two people naturally ignored him.

"I've seen it. You two just put things in your pockets."

Yan Jiekuang still didn't give up.

Originally Yan Bugui didn't care about the words of his three sons, but when he saw Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang's expressions, something felt wrong.

This actually made Yan Bugui curious.

"Boss and Second Brother, what are you two hiding?"

"No, nothing."

"Nothing? You took out the things in your pocket. Didn't you go to the deaf old lady in the backyard to steal something?"

The more they argue, the more Yan Bugui must find out.

He is the third uncle in the courtyard and a teacher.

If his two sons really stole something, if word got out, where would he put his old face?

Seeing Yan Bugui's tough attitude, the brothers knew there was nothing they could do.

The two took out a dollar from each pocket.

"We didn't steal anything. This was given to us by the new brother Xing who moved in the backyard."

"Zhang Xing? Why did he give you two money for such a good job?"

Yan Bugui's face was full of doubts.

When the two brothers talked about what they had just done to help Zhang Xing move things, Yan Bugui narrowed his eyes.

"Just two dollars for doing a favor?"

"This Zhang Xing..."

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang watched their father remain silent and quietly collected the money again.

Their actions were all seen by Yan Bugui.

"Hmph, just keep what they give you. It looks like I'm thinking about your money."

After hearing Yan Bugui's words, several people couldn't help but curl their lips.

But Yan Bugui really didn't bother to argue with them, but kept thinking about the newly moved Zhang Xing in his heart.

It's just two yuan for a casual purchase. It's really a big deal.

If you have a good relationship with him, it will not be easy to get some money from him.

At this time, Zhang Xing didn't know that he was already being taken care of by the third uncle.

Of course, he is not afraid of being remembered.

As long as it can be used by him, it doesn't matter if it's a benefit.

As for those vampires who wanted to take advantage of them, it would be considered a kindness of his not to crush them to death.

Zhang Xing was using the new pot he just bought to simply scramble an egg for himself.

Today, each household is only entitled to one pound of eggs per month.

Zhang Xing used four eggs for this plate of scrambled eggs, which is almost equivalent to half a month's egg quota for ordinary people.

Then, Zhang Xing took out the remaining half of the bacon from his pocket and fried it with green peppers.

The bacon and green peppers are stir-fried in a large iron pot with lard, and the aroma immediately arises.

"Hmm~ It smells so good!"

"Mom, our family is eating bacon today!"

When Liu Guangqi came back from chatting in the front yard, he could smell the aroma of fried meat from afar.

“Bah—I want to eat meat every day just to earn a few dollars.”

Sitting at the table and eating melon seeds, Liu Guangqi rolled his eyes with a melon seed shell in his bangs. He then tilted his mouth and cracked another melon seed.

"Then...oh..."

Liu Guangqi didn't pay attention to his father Liu Haizhong's ridicule.

For so many years, my father has beaten and scolded me and my brother.

Except for the eldest brother, no one of the two sons could catch his eye.

But his eldest son, whom he values ​​the most, ran away with a woman a long time ago, and he hasn't even received a letter yet.

Liu Guangqi was sitting at the dining table. Apart from a plate of light vegetables and shredded pickles, it was just a plate of peanuts.

Even these ten grains of peanuts can only be eaten by his father Liu Haizhong.

"When I become the workshop director, I will have plenty of meat and fish every day, and a bottle of Xifeng every day."

He was smacking the peanuts in his mouth and taking a sip of the bulk wine he bought at the market. In his bangs, he was imagining his life as a leader in the future.

"Hey, who fried the meat?"

"Dongxu, take a bowl and take a look. Take out a portion and we can eat meat tonight."

In the middle courtyard, Jia Zhang, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and sniffed the smell of fried meat in the air.

She has a rural registered permanent residence and has no job.

Therefore, their family only relied on Jia Dongxu's quota, and their life was quite difficult.

If someone cooks some meat or fish, Jia and Zhang always try their best to get some from other people's pots and bowls.

But she didn't go by herself, and asked Jia Dongxu, who was still a child, to go.

When people look at Jia Dongxu as a child, although they are reluctant to part with him, looking at his pitiful appearance, they will give him more or less.

As he gets older, Jia Dongxu becomes more and more resistant to this kind of thing.

Today he heard Jia Zhang say this again, so he simply pretended not to hear.

But how could Mrs. Jia Zhang give up easily? She still kept nagging.

"No, I want you to go. It's not like we don't have food at home, so why go to someone else's house to beg for food."

Jia Dongxu put the cooked rice on the table.

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhang felt as if her tail had been stepped on, and her voice became much sharper.

"Why are you just begging for food!"

"These people live a better life than our family, so what's wrong with sharing our food?"

"If the streets don't say 'everyone is equal' all the time, why should they eat meat and we eat vegetables?"

"My life is really miserable!"

"The man died young and finally raised his son, but he still dislikes me and says I am just begging for food..."

Jia Dongxu held the steamed bun in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, silently enduring his mother's scolding.

In the past, when my father was around, my mother would scold him in the same way.

Now that his father is gone, his mother scolds him even more intensely.

sometimes.

Jia Dongxu thought that if he had an accident like his father and died on the operating table, he might be free.

Just when Jia Dongxu was thinking about whether he would die on the operating table.

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, came to the backyard as if he smelled something.

Of course, he definitely didn't smell the smell of fried meat, but the smell of someone taking advantage.

"Hey, Xiao Zhang, are you eating?"

The third uncle greeted Zhang Xing warmly before he entered the door.

When the third uncle was welcomed in by Zhang Xing, he was almost dumbfounded.

When he walked to the middle courtyard, he smelled the aroma of fried bacon with green peppers.

But he just thought it was Xu Damao who was back.

Xu Damao just joined the steel rolling mill this year as a projectionist. Because the position was low, the salary was not high.

But I can't help it. Every time he goes to the countryside to play movies, he always brings back some local specialties.

The third uncle didn't expect that the smell of meat would come from Zhang Xing's house.

Hey - today is the day!