Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

After Jia Zhang returned home, Jia Dongxu asked before he even sat down.

"Mom, why did you agree to my master's proposal? Only let the Zheng family pay two dollars? Even if we asked for 10 dollars, the Zheng family wouldn't dare to say no."

Jia Zhang looked up at her stupid son. How could this child have no sense at all?

"Do you really think that our family is in the right in today's matter?

Dongxu, everyone in the courtyard is watching us, who doesn't know what's going on? Remember, you can make small noises in the courtyard, and you can be unreasonable, but you can't go too far, otherwise if something really happens to our family one day, even if your master speaks for us, the people in the courtyard will only add insult to injury.

If your master hadn't given me a way out today, and the Zheng family had really paid 10 yuan, do you believe that Zheng Heping would take revenge on our family sooner or later because of this? I'm not afraid, but what about Bang Geng? What about you?"

After hearing what Jia Zhang said, Jia Dongxu remembered Zheng Heping's hot temper. If Yi Zhonghai hadn't helped his family to make the final decision, a fight might have broken out today. If it went to the police station, there was no telling what the outcome would be.

Qin Huairu watched the loving mother scolding her son without interrupting. After so many years of marriage, she already knew that this mother-in-law was not an easy person to get along with. However, as long as it was good for the family, she would not interfere. Wouldn't it be better to eat what was ready?

Back at the Zheng family in the front yard, Zheng Heping's expression changed immediately after he closed the door, and he told his wife and two children to continue eating.

Aunt Sun picked up the chopsticks and asked with a complicated expression.

"Master, will it really work if we do this? If it doesn't work, then those two girls will have suffered in vain."

Zheng Heping changed his usual bad temper and replied with a smile.

"What happened today will definitely spread all over Nanluoguxiang tomorrow. After all, there are so many neighbors watching outside the courtyard. By then, the colleagues in the factory who live nearby will know about the injustice our family has suffered. Once they spread the news in the factory, I will take the opportunity to talk to the leaders in the factory and give them some gifts, and the matter will probably be over.

This time the factory built a lot of courtyards in Haidian, and those of us who have houses originally had no chance to move there, so I took advantage of the situation. How can we move out of here if we don’t let the Jia family make a big fuss? "

The two girls, one 16 and the other 14, were originally feeling aggrieved, but after listening to their father’s story, they realized that it was all a show.

"Dad, that Jia Zhang is so hateful. She actually wronged us. We can't let her go before we leave. We must take revenge on her at least once."

"Yes, Dad. I won't be able to get over this anger unless I teach that old woman a lesson."

Zheng Heping looked at his two daughters, reached out and touched their heads and said.

"Of course, this matter will not be let go, but Banggeng is too small and Jia Zhang is an old woman, so it is difficult to do anything. I can only vent my anger on Jia Dongxu. Everyone in the courtyard knows that I have a bad temper. At worst, the old man Yi Zhonghai will drive our family out of the courtyard, and we can just take advantage of the situation and leave here."

If Zhao Shanhe saw this scene, his jaw would drop. What about the basic trust between people? You didn't all travel from Hengdian?

A little later, Xu Wude rode his bicycle back to the yard with the projection equipment. After arriving home, Xu Damao vividly recounted what had happened in the yard that day.

"Dad, if this continues, there will only be three uncles' voices in the yard. We projectionists represent the voice of the masses, and we can't let them have the final say."

Xu Wude had been driving Lou Bancheng's car for nearly ten years. He had seen everyone from high-ranking officials to ordinary people. As soon as he heard it, he felt that today's incident was a bit strange.

"Da Mao, ever since Jia Zhang and the deaf old lady started to come to our house and ask for meat and take advantage of us, few people have cooked meat. Most people just buy some cooked food and eat it secretly. Today, the Zheng family even dared to cook meat dishes openly. Have you ever considered that there is something wrong?"

Although Xu Damao is clever, he, like Zhao Shanhe, is still not as good as those who have survived the bloody storm. This is mainly a problem of social experience. To put it bluntly, he has suffered too few losses.

"Dad, do you mean that the Zheng family deliberately let the Jia family make trouble? What did they want? In the end, they even asked the two girls in their family to apologize and make amends?"

"I don't know. I'm not a worm in Zheng Heping's stomach. But I'll know over time. Everyone has his own purpose when doing things. There are many times when suffering a loss is a blessing. This is an old saying. Let's wait and see."

It was late at night and Zhao Shanhe tossed and turned, unable to sleep, still thinking about how to break the impasse. Although he had a trump card in his hand, he did not want to use it at this time. The trump card would only have the greatest benefit if it was doubled. In addition, the old man was domineering and all-powerful in the yard. In addition to the support of the deaf old lady, there must be someone in the street office who helped him, otherwise the old man would have been stripped of his position long ago based on what he had done.

He would definitely not make a move if these things were not clarified, but when he thought about facing moral blackmail and unreasonable harassment, did he really want to tear his face off and fight to the death? This did not fit his personality.

Four days passed in a flash and it was Saturday again. Zhao Shanhe had been busy during these days. He went to the Ming Tombs Reservoir every day and caught a lot of big fish.

The fish ponds in the small world are expanding again and again, and are about to occupy the black soil. He plans to go to Shichahai to show his power tomorrow, and complete his work performance by the way.

At night, he rode his bike into the yard and went straight to Yan Bugui's house, knocked on the door and shouted.

"Is Third Master home? I'm Zhao Shanhe, and I have something to discuss with you."

The person who opened the door was Yan Jiecheng, who was probably eating with a layer of paste on his mouth.

"Brother Zhao, my dad is having dinner. What can I ask you?"

"Go into the house and tell Uncle San that I'm going to go fishing tomorrow and I'm here to buy him a fishing rod. If it's inconvenient, forget it. Old Wang in the next yard seems to like fishing too. I'll go ask him."

Before he could finish his words, Yan Bugui ran out of the house.

"Shanhe, no need to go next door. I have ready-made fishing rods here. They are all made by your uncle himself. How many do you want?"

Good man, the Yan family's tradition of sacrificing one's life rather than money was fully demonstrated by Yan Bugui at this moment. Zhao Shanhe stopped teasing him and said to the third uncle with a smile.

"Uncle, just one will do. I'm a novice fisherman. Tomorrow is Sunday, so I want to try my luck at Shichahai. How much do you think this fishing rod is?"

Yan Bugui pushed his glasses with his hand and replied after a little thought.

"Shanhe, fishing is not something that anyone can do. It requires skills. Look at me, your uncle. I have more than ten years of fishing experience. Who among my neighbors doesn't know me? If you need any of this, I can teach you. All you have to do is give me ten dollars."