Siheyuan: I just want to live

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Chen Feng immediately decided to go to Zhou Ping to get the key and borrow a tricycle for emergency. After finding Zhou Ping and explaining his purpose, he said that he needed to borrow the vehicle to transport items today and promised to return it tomorrow.

After getting the key, Chen Feng rushed back to the porcelain area and carefully loaded the pair of water jars and other dishes into the tricycle. When everything was ready, he stepped on the tricycle, stepped on the pedal, and headed towards the finance office.

Not long after, Chen Feng arrived at his destination, the door of the finance office. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, politely calling out, "Accountant Xiaojuan, are you in there?" After a moment, a pleasant voice came from inside the room: "I'm here! Come in if you have anything to say!"

After getting the promise, Chen Feng no longer hesitated, and pushed open the door and walked in. As soon as he entered, he saw Sun Xiaojuan sitting at her desk, concentrating on sorting out various complicated reports. Seeing this, Chen Feng walked forward slowly and asked softly, "Accountant Xiaojuan, what are you busy with now?"

When Sun Xiaojuan heard what Chen Feng said, she stopped what she was doing, looked up at Chen Feng calmly and asked, "Why did you come to see me now? Shouldn't you be waiting in the message room to get off work?"

Chen Feng heard the teasing in Sun Xiaojuan's words, but he didn't care. After all, this is what he does every day, going to work and waiting to get off work.

"I have something to ask you. I found two small jars and some plates and bowls over there in the porcelain pile, and I wanted to ask how much they cost." Chen Feng spoke in the same tone as usual, not paying too much attention to Sun Xiaojuan's teasing.

Sun Xiaojuan looked at Chen Feng carefully, then took out a notebook and began to write furiously. She said, "You can actually take these bowls directly. After all, they are just some old items in the scrap yard. If you want to buy them, you can pay one yuan, which is basically the cost price."

Originally, when Chen Feng saw Sun Xiaojuan pick up the notebook to make notes, he had already quickly taken out the change from his pocket and was ready to count it and give it to her. However, when he heard her say that, Chen Feng's action of counting the money froze instantly. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, as if he was frozen.

Then, Chen Feng noticed that Sun Xiaojuan had finished recording. He sighed helplessly, slowly took out a one-yuan bill and handed it over, and asked with a slightly depressed tone: "Then why did you still write it down in the notebook?"

There was a sense of confusion and bewilderment in his voice, and he seemed to feel a little strange.

Sun Xiaojuan took the money and put it in the drawer. Then she said innocently, "You have already come to the finance office to ask, and I am embarrassed to pretend that I didn't hear it. I thought you were an upright and selfless person who would never take advantage of the public! Unlike us vulgar people."

Chen Feng only now realized that his behavior of paying money was so out of place in the scrap yard. I guess other people would just take home the scrap yard if they saw something they could use at home, right?

Chen Feng thought of this and took out the meatballs he had carefully prepared in the morning from his schoolbag without hesitation. This small bag of meatballs was bulging, weighing half a pound, but he did not pour out part of it, but directly placed the whole bag of meatballs on the table.

"Sister Sun, these are the meatballs I fried yesterday. They taste pretty good. You can take them back and give them to Jianguo as snacks." Chen Feng said sincerely with a smile on his face.

Sun Xiaojuan stared at Chen Feng, who was smiling and sincere, and couldn't help but feel moved. Then she chuckled and responded softly: "You are such a sensible child! In that case, I will tell you about it!" Her voice was gentle and kind, as if a warm current surged into Chen Feng's heart.

"In our scrap yard, there are books, old newspapers, and some plates and bowls. As long as the quantity is not large, you can take them home and use them. No one will say anything anyway."

"Things like copper and iron can be taken home by paying money in the finance department. But the things in Zhou Ping's warehouse require the signature of the stationmaster before they can be moved. Otherwise, you can't move them even if you pay money."

Chen Feng listened very carefully, because this would save him a lot of money in the future. Anyway, it didn't matter who got the advantage, so Chen Feng thought it was better to be the same as everyone else.

After Sun Xiaojuan finished speaking, Chen Feng also said tactfully, "Sister Sun, I will leave first today. I will bring you some good food later."

Chen Feng was about to turn around and leave the office when Sun Xiaojuan suddenly spoke up to stop him. Chen Feng thought something was wrong, so he stopped.

At this moment, Sun Xiaojuan pulled out a newspaper from the drawer and gently spread it on the table. Then, she untied the bag of meatballs and carefully poured the meatballs onto the newspaper with graceful movements.

After finishing all this, Sun Xiaojuan carefully wrapped the meatballs in newspaper, then handed the bag to Chen Feng with a smile.

There was a hint of playfulness in her eyes, and a faint smile hung on the corners of her mouth. She said softly: "Next time if you want to send me something delicious, this bag can still be used. You should take it back!"

Chen Feng took the bag in a panic, and fled the office without looking back. However, Sun Xiaojuan, who was behind him, couldn't help but burst into a clear and pleasant laugh when she saw him like this. The laughter was like a silver bell, echoing in the air.

After leaving the office, Chen Feng quietly closed the door. Standing outside the door, he subconsciously touched the back of his head, thinking to himself: Was I just teased by her? But then again, Sun Xiaojuan's laughter was very nice!

Putting aside the unrealistic thoughts in his head, Chen Feng pushed the tricycle to the door of the message room, tied his bicycle to it, and then returned to the message room to get off work.

More than an hour later, the scrapyard closed. After Chen Feng fixed the gate, he rode his tricycle home slowly after get off work.

When Chen Feng arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he immediately felt regretful - he actually borrowed a tricycle to move things! The reason was that the threshold of the gate of the courtyard was too high. For a tricycle, it was harder than climbing to the sky to enter smoothly. In the past, he rode his bicycle back and forth and didn't pay much attention to this threshold, but today, Chen Feng suddenly realized that it was so in the way.

With no other options, Chen Feng could only park the car at the door and start unloading. He carefully moved each item off the car and into the yard. After finally moving everything, he took great pains to push the tricycle into the yard. Then, he loaded the items onto the car again.

This was really tedious and tiring. Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh, how nice it would be if there was no threshold! After loading everything, he prepared to push the tricycle back to the backyard.

"Chen Feng, don't leave yet! Wait a moment, the Third Master has something to tell you."

At this time, Yan Fugui appeared out of nowhere and trotted towards him! Chen Feng suspected that Yan Fugui was watching nearby just now, and the reason why he came out now was probably because he was afraid that Chen Feng would ask him to help lift the tricycle!

Since Yan Fugui called me, I couldn't pretend I didn't hear him. I could only stop and ask, "Teacher Yan, why did you call me? I have to go home and cook!"

Yan Fugui came to Chen Feng's car, looked at the porcelain in the car and said, "Chen Feng! Where did you pick up these plates and bowls? Can I give a few to your uncle? I think these two jars are good. It just so happens that your aunt wants to pickle pickles, so I think you can give me these two!"

As Yan Fugui said this, he was about to pick up the pair of large vats with blue and white dragon and sea water patterns.

"Hey, hey, hey! Teacher Yan, why are you still taking action? Are you trying to rob me? I haven't even said I'm going to give it to you. Besides, I bought this jar with my own money, how can I give it to you!"

Chen Feng quickly reached out to stop Yan Fugui, and said rudely

Seeing that Chen Feng was blocking him, Yan Fugui couldn't rob him, so he said seriously, "Chen Feng, how can you say that about your uncle? I am an educated person after all, how could I rob you?"

Then he changed the subject and said, "You must not want to give it to me, so you said you bought it. Otherwise, who would sell such an old tank? Look, it hasn't even been washed!"

Chen Feng still didn't give up on Yan Fugui, who said helplessly, "Why is there no place to sell them? We can sell them at our scrap yard! I spent a long time picking out these better plates, bowls and these two jars."

When Yan Fugui heard Chen Feng say that he bought them at the scrap yard, he immediately showed an unhappy expression and said, "I think you just don't want to give them to me. You are an employee of the scrap yard. Do you have to pay for a few bowls? Do you think the third uncle believes what you say?"

As soon as Yan Fugui finished speaking, Chen Feng's face immediately darkened and he said seriously

"Uncle, how can you slander me? Even if I am an employee of the scrap yard, I still have to pay if I want to take things out! Otherwise, it's digging into socialism! It's a crime! Do you know that? Apologize to me!"

In fact, Chen Feng could understand why Yan Fugui said these words. Nowadays, many employees of state-owned units have the tradition of taking things from the unit. The leaders also knew about it, but they didn't care. Anyway, they were all insignificant things.

For example, the steel mill workers Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong always had tools such as hammers and wrenches at home, and the carpenter in the front yard always had small stools and benches at home.

Yan Fugui did not expect Chen Feng to suddenly become serious. He was a little confused for a moment and did not think he had said anything wrong.

So Yan Fugui forced a stiff smile and said, "Chen Feng, I was just saying something, why are you still angry? If you don't want to give it to me, it's fine. I don't have to have it. You're so stingy! I'm leaving first, and you should go home and cook!"

After saying that, he ran home without waiting for Chen Feng's reaction.