Siheyuan: Happy He Yuzhu

At this time, if Jia Zhang really wanted to take the lead, Yan Bugui wouldn't dare to speak like an official. He couldn't afford to offend him. But Mrs. Jia and Zhang were not here, and Yan Bugui's attributes as a concierge made him proud again, and he even asked Bangge to "report".

But at this time, Banggeng still stuck to this. When he heard Yan Bugui's official tone, he subconsciously put his legs together, put his hands on his waist, lowered his head, and said to Yan Bugui: "Report, report..."

But in just a moment, Banggeng reacted. Banggeng raised his head angrily, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists. Yan Bugui was startled by Banggeng's eyes. He subconsciously took a step back and clenched the broom in his hand.

Bang Gang also thought about it, forced a smile on his face and said, "Teacher Yan, it's me, Jia Gen."

Yanbu Gui couldn't help but come to his senses when he saw that Banggeng was frightened. Do you dare to hit BangGeng? Don't dare.

So Yan Bugui took two more steps forward to prove that he was not a coward just now. He pretended to glance up and down the stem, sighing "tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk". Then he pretended not to know and asked: "Banggan? Are you letting it out?"

Banggeng's face twitched, but he nodded and replied: "Yeah."

Yan Bugui coughed dryly and said with a pinched tone: "Well, let it go, then be a good person. Have you reported to the street?"

The anger on Banggeng's face flashed away, but he still replied: "Teacher Yan, you are busy, I will go home and take a look first."

After that, he stopped answering Yan Bugui, got up and walked to the middle courtyard.

"Bah, a dog can't change its habit of eating shit!" Yan Bugui muttered behind him, just loud enough for Banggeng to hear.

Banggeng paused for a moment, then continued walking towards his home.

Banggeng also understands that Yan Bugui still has the temperament of underestimating others and promoting others. Besides, Banggeng also wanted to go home quickly to see what was going on, but there was no one to pick him up.

But after Banggeng's trembling hands pushed open the door of Jia's house, a stench hit his face.

Bangge unconsciously took a few steps back.

Looking up at home, I saw that the home was generally tidy. It's just a toilet placed next to the extinguished stove, with the toilet lid not yet closed.

Banggeng frowned deeply. He had already begun to dislike his grandma even before he saw her.

BangGeng held his nose, walked into the main room and closed the toilet seat, then pushed open the door curtain and stuck his head into the back room.

There were only two beds, one large and one small. The big bed belonged to Qin Huairu. A quilt was raised high above the big bed, and a "humming" sound came from inside.

Bangge shouted tentatively: "Grandma? Grandma!"

"Hey!" The voice was weak, almost as if he was about to die soon.

The quilt moved, and a head with grey-white scrawls protruded from it. Who could it be if it wasn't Jia Zhang?

Mrs. Jia Zhang opened her eyes and looked at Banggeng, her lips trembling and her face trembling. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

Instead, she stretched out her fat hand from under the quilt and greeted Banggong a few times.

"Banggan, my dear grandson..." Mrs. Jia Zhang finally made a voice, dry and low, as if there was something stuck in her throat.

Banggeng didn't care about the stench in his nose, and hurriedly moved forward, reaching out to hold Jia Zhang's outstretched hand. However, when he saw the thing in Jia Zhang's hand, it was like a brake, and he immediately came to a stop. He braked quickly, took two steps back, and sat down on the small bed.

Now Bangge has imagined many scenarios, such as his grandma being paralyzed and having to eat and drink in bed. What will he do next? He just came out, he has no job, no income, and with such a drag, what hope does he have in the future?

There is another smell of urine in the house!

This is a problem that Bangge suffered from when he was accompanying Yi Zhonghai. He couldn't turn off the faucet when he was nervous.

Banggeng asked with a cry: "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Ms. Jia Zhang had finally come to her senses. She was in good health. Although she had been in bed all night, she could still speak a few words after regaining her senses.

Mrs. Jia Zhang gasped a few times and then said: "My dear grandson, don't cry. Grandma is fine. She just had a bad stomachache yesterday and had diarrhea all night. Pour a cup of hot water for the milk first."

"Gah!" If Jia Zhang had replied a minute or two late, Bang Gang would have cried.

Banggeng's face was really twitching this time.

He stood up and looked around blankly, not knowing where to start.

"Water, water..." Jia Zhang urged again in a whisper.

Banggeng rushed out in a hurry. At this time, he didn't care whether it smelled or not. He picked up his own kettle first, which was empty.

The stove is out.

After scanning around, I found the matches and waste paper for the stove.

Most kids can do this.

Waste paper, sawdust, small wood blocks, briquettes...

Of course, you can also pour a little kerosene.

However, one can tell at a glance that these pieces of wood are scraps left over from the furniture making process, and it is not known where Jia Zhang got them from.

Only when the stove was filled with water and sat on the lit coal stove did Banggan have the intention to pay attention to the home he had not returned to for ten years.

It still looks the same as before, just a little more shabby than before.

Jia Zhang's "humming" was still coming from the back room, which was strange. Just now, Jia Zhang didn't know that there was no movement at all when Bangge came home.

Now that she knew BangGeng had returned home, Jia Zhang felt aggrieved and hummed to BangGeng on purpose.

Banggeng was upset after hearing this, so he pushed open the door and window, stood at the door and took a deep breath, but he didn't know what to do next.

After standing there for a long time, Banggeng finally clarified his thoughts, pushed open the door curtain of the inner room and shouted: "Grandma, give me some money, and I'll give you some medicine for diarrhea."

"Alas, alas" Mrs. Jia Zhang's voice became louder by two points, and then she continued in a muffled voice: "Why spend that money? Grandma can just rest for a while."

Despite his words, his body was very honest. He leaned forward and touched the wooden box inside the bed.

After searching for a while, Jia Zhang didn't even look around, so she just relied on her hands to open the box and took out a small stack of money.

After a pause, Mrs. Jia Zhang finally got up and sat up. She opened her eyes and took out a two-cent piece. After thinking about it, she took out a fifty-cent piece. She handed the seventy-cent piece to Banggeng and said, "You can buy some for milk." Medicine, grab something to eat outside by the way, and the food stamps are in the drawer in the main room. Grandma is not feeling well today and can’t cook for you."

Banggeng looked at the yellow mud-like thing on Jia Zhang's hand, frowned, but still stretched out two fingers to take the money.

This is so damn disgusting, it looks like it’s on the handle.

Banggeng ran out of the back room as if he was running away, took the food stamps, went out, thought for a while, then went home and poured a cup of hot water from a big teapot and sent it in. He said hello to Jia Zhang and asked her to Drink it yourself.

I can only say that this grandson, Bangge, has filial piety, but not much.

Go out and wash your hands. After leaving the yard again, Banggeng touched his belly and walked towards the small state-owned restaurant.

The sky is big and the earth is big, filling the stomach is the biggest thing.

You can talk about other things after you're full.