Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

Uncle Big Head immediately became unhappy and wanted to come down to argue with Uncle Yougen. It was probably because of the heavy rain before and the fact that this wall had been used quite frequently recently, so Uncle Big Head just changed his posture to face the yard.

He felt his body shaking and jumped down without hesitation. Then the three of them scrambled to the side and watched in amazement as a large section of the courtyard wall collapsed like cooked noodles. After hearing the noise, a group of people in the house rushed out.

The old lady stared in disbelief at the collapsed five or six meters of the courtyard wall and the neighbors who were running to watch. After looking at the two people who were still frightened, she shouted angrily:

"You stupid kid, did my wall provoke you? I told you that my granddaughter-in-law was coming home today, and you came here just to cause trouble for me? Have you been thinking about pushing down my wall for a long time?"

Uncle Yougen probably thought of something, and still had a scared expression on his face. After listening to the old lady's accusation, he immediately shook his hands like an electric fan and explained incoherently:

"Aunt, please don't wrongly accuse me. This has nothing to do with me. It's all Big Head's fault. You must be responsible for your words. You can't wrongly accuse me in broad daylight.

The younger generations are all here, I am the village chief, can you please give me some face?"

The old lady got angry before she even finished listening. After looking around and not finding Big Head, she rushed into the kitchen without saying a word, then picked up the spatula and chased Uncle Yougen away, cursing as she ran.

"You are a prodigal son. The wall has been there for decades. If it weren't for you putting that broken egg, would it have collapsed?

"We have a shameless person like you in our village, and we are still wrongly accusing you? You are a fool who climbs over the wall every day, and you still want to save face?"

"Aunt, why do you even hit the cadres? Can't I organize you to build it tomorrow?

Xingwang, the old man told you to go to the cafeteria after dinner to find his uncle. If he has something urgent to do, please go first! Big head, stop right there, old aunt, listen to me..."

Facing the old man's inquiring gaze, Zhang Xingwang touched his nose awkwardly, and then said nonchalantly that he had never climbed over a wall and his frail body did not allow him to have this skill, so the previous sentence about wasting money had nothing to do with him.

After entering the house, the old lady saw her granddaughter-in-law's sparkling eyes and forced a smile. She said to the excited Bai Xiaoya in a serious tone:

"Xiao Ya, grandma was just... I was so angry that I lost my mind. I took the shovel to ask if your uncle Gen had eaten enough and to see if he was injured. Look how scared he was... Hehe... Everyone in the village is like this, you can understand."

The good granddaughter-in-law in her eyes obviously understood correctly. In Bai Xiaoya's heart, the grandmother in front of her and the third aunt in the village gradually overlapped. You know, that was the village chief just now, and he was scolded by his grandmother. The scene where his grandmother chased the village chief for at least 300 meters made her like this village a little bit, and this grandmother's personality was even more to her liking.

The family members finished their meal with their own thoughts. The old grandmother was hesitant to speak, as if she wanted to talk to her granddaughter-in-law but didn't know how to start. Wang Xiulan also smiled and made the same expression as her mother-in-law. Only the lively little girl and the old man who had nothing to do with it seemed normal.

Zhang Xingwang did not explain. After all, Bai Xiaoya had an unusual personality and he did not know how to start the conversation. He thought that after some time and more interactions with his family, they would be able to figure it out themselves.

After finishing the meal, Zhang Xingwang and his wife went out. Looking at his short-legged wife's slightly weird walking posture, he said jokingly:

"Why did you come with me when it's inconvenient for you? There's no one in my village who has a lover, so what are you afraid of?"

Bai Xiaoya originally looked eager to learn, but she frowned after hearing this, rolled her eyes at Zhang Xingwang, and replied angrily with her eyes wide open:

"It's all your fault. I'm just curious why the village chief and the old man came to find you as soon as you arrived. It seems that you have a high status in the village."

Zhang Xingwang's hand slipped when he heard this, and he put his arm around her shoulders and replied:

"You are such a rude person. How come you don't even use a name when speaking?"

Bai Xiaoya instantly became timid, struggling to get away uneasily, blushing and saying that he was shameless, flirting with his wife in broad daylight, and they agreed to be friends during the day...

The two of them came to the canteen entrance while chatting. Bai Xiaoya had an idea of ​​the situation when she saw it. A circle of old men were sitting around the canteen, and next to them stood the village chief who looked like he was ready to run away at any time. They were obviously waiting for her younger brother.

She feels that her brother's status must be very strange. Now, don't even mention the person involved. If you just say that her brother is the last hope of the whole village, she will believe it.

Bai Xiaoya looked at the old men, each of them with gray and trembling hair. Seven or eight of them combined couldn't even have a full mouth of teeth. This scene made her subconsciously slow down her breathing.

The old man in the middle looked just like the third aunt, half dead. She was afraid that if she shouted too loudly, she would probably be killed with just one shout...

Then Bai Xiaoya discovered something even more amazing. The younger brother introduced himself, and the old men immediately became excited. They said a lot of words to show their concern for him. The meaning of their words was very clear:

"She will be able to walk around the village with her head held high from now on. Even Da Huang will have to tuck his tail between his legs and give way."

Zhang Xingwang looked at his short-legged wife with shining eyes and gave the old man a helpless look. After all, the other party was old and experienced, and he immediately understood what Zhang Xingwang meant.

He casually arranged for the dusty big-headed uncle to take Xiaoya for a stroll and meet some people. When Bai Xiaoya heard that, she immediately looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and followed the big-headed uncle in a heroic and confident manner. The scene was like he was inspecting the territory.

After the two of them walked away, the old man spoke:

"Xingwang, you are the most promising person in our village now. I called you here to ask about your past..."

Listening to the old man's story, Zhang Xingwang roughly understood what he meant. After the flood some time ago, the harvest from the fields could be said to be terrible.

Despite this, Zhangjia Village continued to buy grain, and the village was one of the best in the area. But the problem was that there was not much harvest this year, and now it seemed that it was even difficult to pay the public grain tax. It was obvious that the original plan to hold out until the autumn harvest had failed.

During this period, a young man with high awareness in the village proposed to add some of the subsidies he bought to the public grain, and said righteously that he wanted to add bricks and tiles to the commune and build his own home for everyone.

After saying this, looking at everyone's surprised eyes, the progressive young man said nonchalantly that at worst he could ask the village chief to tinker with it and get it back.

Several old men were so angry that they almost killed him as public grain. Now he is still lying in bed. It is said that the old father was afraid that others would hit him too hard, so he took the initiative to attack.