Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

Seeing the neighbors laughing, Zhang Minghui took the opportunity to push his bicycle back to the backyard. As soon as he arrived at the door of the backyard, he saw his 6-year-old eldest son Jingyi blocking the door.

The two younger children were bumping into Jingyi's chest one after another, giggling from time to time.

Cheng Siyu saw this from behind and shouted loudly.

"Jingyi, that's enough. No need to stop them, let them all come out!"

Zhang Jingyi then made way and rubbed her chest with her little hands. Her chest was a little painful from being bumped by her two younger brothers.

Zhang Minghui hasn't spoken yet!

Wei Hong suddenly ran over, picked up the eldest and kissed him twice on the cheek. The two younger ones jumped and shouted when they saw their brother being kissed.

"Auntie, I want a hug too. I want a hug too."

Zhang Weihong showed a bright smile on her face. When she heard the two children's shouts, she immediately glanced at Zhang Minghui with pride.

There was a provocative expression in his eyes, as if they could speak.

"What do you think? I am more popular with the children than you, their father!"

Zhang Weihong loved these children very much and took them out to play whenever she had nothing to do. As a result, these children were closer to their aunt Zhang Weihong than to him.

Zhang Minghui often feels bad.

I suspect that Wei Hong gave these kids some kind of drug that could control them.

But today, you are no use.

Zhang Minghui stopped his bicycle and took the cakes off the handlebars. They were all wrapped in brown paper and tied tightly.

He pretended to make a series of exclamations of admiration, which immediately attracted the children's attention.

Especially Zhang Jingyi, who was older after all and had eaten many cakes. When he saw the shape of the kraft paper, he shouted loudly in Zhang Weihong's arms.

"It's cakes, it's cakes. Dad, I want to eat cakes."

When the two children heard this, they quickly ran away from Zhang Weihong and came to Zhang Minghui, hopping and pulling Zhang Minghui's trouser legs with their little hands, drooling.

"Dad, eat...eat some cakes."

Zhang Minghui squatted down, held the two children in his arms, and announced loudly.

"Okay, if you're nice to dad, I'll give you a few more pieces later."

The two little ones were so happy that they held Zhang Minghui's face, one on the left and one on the right, and kissed him madly. They kissed him so well that their cheeks were covered with saliva.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingyi couldn't bear it anymore. He struggled to jump out of Zhang Weihong's arms. He also wanted to taste the cakes in his father's hand.

He kept shouting loudly.

"Dad, I'm on good terms with you. I'm not on good terms with Auntie anymore. Please give me a few more pieces so that my brothers don't share them all."

Zhang Jingyi's words of rebellion made the adults present laugh. Cheng Siyu said happily.

"My eldest son is very smart. His little brain works very quickly. He switched sides immediately just to get some food."

Zhang Weihong saw Zhang Jingyi in her arms struggling and trying to get off to eat the cakes. She had no choice but to slap Zhang Jingyi's little butt and scolded him with a smile.

"You little ungrateful bastard, you forgot that your aunt bought you so many good things. But you forgot about your aunt as soon as you heard about cakes."

Zhang Jingyi's eyes rolled and he leaned over to talk beside Zhang Weihong's ear.

"Aunt, I'll give you some cakes after I get them. The cakes are for both of us."

"Hahaha"

Zhang Weihong laughed proudly. It was not in vain that she loved this nephew.

Several people entered the house one after another. Zhang Minghui put the pastries on the dining table and untied the rope that bound the kraft paper.

Zhang Minghui bought some of each of peach cakes, puff pastry, cow tongue biscuits, and glutinous rice noodles. These are the children's favorite foods.

The children stood at the corner of the table, their eyes fixed on the cakes on the table, waiting for their father to distribute them.

Seeing the children's expectant eyes, Zhang Minghui was about to hand them some cakes, but found that the children's hands were all black.

This can't happen!

He shouted loudly.

"People with dirty hands won't get any cakes to eat."

The children rushed to the wash basin and began to wash their hands. Several hands reached into the wash basin at the same time, and within a few seconds, it was unclear who started first.

Suddenly the water began to rise.

Well, when there are too many children, the house inside and outside can become a battlefield at any time.

After stopping the children from fighting, each family was given a piece of peach cake and two glutinous rice sticks. But they couldn't eat too much, as they still had to eat dinner later.

Seeing the children happily taking the cakes and running out to play, Zhang Minghui did not stop them, but just told them not to go too far.

After the kids are out playing.

The four of them sat on the chairs and started chatting. Zhang Weihong patted Zhang Minghui's arm and said something dissatisfied.

"Brother, why did you stop me today? Let me slap that old woman a few times and teach her a lesson. It would be better to prevent her from causing trouble for our family in the future."

Zhang Minghui, who was smiling, suddenly became serious and glared at Zhang Weihong, which frightened Zhang Weihong so much that she kept thinking whether she had made a mistake again.

Zhang Weihong quickly sat up straight and put a smile on her face.

My brother hurts himself, but he has never been soft when he is out of control.

When Zhang Minghui saw the flattering smile on Zhang Weihong's face, he pretended not to see it and scolded her loudly.

"You are a little girl, why do you always resort to violence? If it gets out, how can it be tolerated? I didn't pay much attention to you in the factory, you can beat up those little hooligans if you want."

"But you can't do that in the courtyard. After all, Jia Zhang is old! You can scold her a few times, but if you really hit her, will the neighbors care about you?"

"Look at you. You are already in your 20s, but you don't look like a girl at all. Girls are very quiet and gentle. Those who should get married at this age are already married."

"You are famous in Nanluoguxiang. You are always wielding swords and guns. Do you think there will be any matchmakers coming to our house?"

After a series of scoldings, Zhang Weihong lowered his head in embarrassment. He didn't dare to talk back to Zhang Minghui, as he would be slapped in the face if he did.

Cheng Siyu tried to smooth things over, interrupting Zhang Minghui and speaking unhappily.

"Boss, why are you so upset with Wei Hong? It's because that old woman Jia Zhang was making trouble. She came to our house to cause trouble, so Wei Hong helped me vent my anger."

Zhang Weihong was overjoyed to hear what her sister-in-law said, and kept thanking her in her heart for her righteous help.

But it was obvious that Zhang Weihong was happy too early.

Cheng Siyu changed the subject and turned to Zhang Weihong, starting to preach.

"Wei Hong, don't blame your brother for being anxious with you. Look at how old you are now. When I was your age, Jingyi was already pregnant."