Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

He Yuzhu looked at the sincere uncle and said with emotion: "Uncle, Jiecheng and I can be said to have grown up together. Although we had some unpleasantness in the past, it's all in the past. We should look forward, right?"

Seeing that He Yuzhu did not return the favor and was still trying to comfort himself, the third uncle said happily: "Xie Cheng told me that you plan to pay him 20 yuan a month. Isn't that a bit too much?"

In fact, when the third uncle Yan Fugui learned yesterday that He Yuzhu was going to offer Yan Jiecheng a salary of 20 yuan, he was also in a difficult mood. After all, he was an excellent teacher and only earned 27.5 yuan a month.

Before coming tonight, he had thought about asking He Yuzhu to bring Yan Jiefang along, but after thinking about it, he decided that greed is the key, so he decided not to invite a bad guest to his house in order to avoid being disliked. So he kept a low profile tonight.

When He Yuzhu heard this, he thought that Yan Jiecheng was something. In fact, after observing him for a month, he and Xu Damao had already offered him a monthly salary of 25 yuan.

Suddenly He Yuzhu looked at Yan Jiecheng, who was almost crying and bowing to him frantically at the door.

He Yuzhu said to the third uncle: "Third uncle, this is not much. Jie Cheng works hard and our canteen director even praises him. Besides, Jie Cheng also earned his money through hard work."

Seeing Yan Jiecheng, who was relieved outside the door, He Yuzhu said, "Uncle, let's stop complimenting each other and just eat our food."

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, the third uncle started to toast with He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu looked at the drunk uncle and thought, "Well, I have to send him back."

Unexpectedly, the third uncle said slowly: "Zhu Zi, I can just walk back slowly by myself and sober up by the way."

As soon as the third uncle left, Yan Jiecheng appeared in front of He Yuzhu and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhu, for keeping the secret for me. I will definitely work hard."

He Yuzhu looked at Yan Jiecheng and said, "You kid, you hid it very well from Uncle Three. How did you get exposed?"

Yan Jiecheng said awkwardly: "I didn't want to tell you at first, but my father forced me and my brother to carry sandbags on the streets. We worked ourselves to death and earned very little money in a day. I couldn't hide it any longer, so I told you."

He Yuzhu said: "Then why did you tell Uncle San that it was twenty? Do you also think that twenty-five is a bit too much?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiecheng hurriedly said, "Brother Zhu, who would complain about having too much money? I just told my dad that I will be paid 20 yuan a month next month, and my dad asked me to pay 10 yuan for living expenses. He originally asked me to pay 15 yuan, but he reduced it to 10 yuan after my strong request."

When He Yuzhu heard that the third uncle's calculations were really deep in his bones, he realized that now the father and son are scheming against each other, and there is no family affection at all.

Yan Jiecheng then continued to talk to himself: "Brother Zhu, you and Brother Damao, please don't let me know."

He Yuzhu patted Yan Jiecheng on the shoulder and said, "As long as you don't let anything slip, your brother Damao and I will never betray you."

After seeing off the father and son from the Yan family and cleaning up the kitchen, He Yuzhu felt that he should buy back the electric fan. Although it was a bit eye-catching, the day was too uncomfortable.

The next day, after work, He Yuzhu went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative. When he arrived at the store, the saleswoman who was eating melon seeds asked without even looking at him: "What do you want to order?"

He Yuzhu looked at the sign on the wall that said customers cannot be beaten, and could only sigh in his heart: "If this happened in the future, it would be strange for someone like you to find a job."

He Yuzhu slapped the two tickets on the table and said, "Give me a radio and a fan."

The salesperson who had been indifferent to the conversation suddenly stood up and said, "What do you want?"

He Yuzhu said proudly: "The ticket is on the table, please issue it to me quickly. By the way, I want the best no matter what."

The saleswoman picked up the two tickets on the table, looked at them for a while and said, "The radio is only the Panda brand. I have never seen a ticket for the electric fan. I have to go to the back and ask the manager to confirm. Please wait a moment."

After a while, the salesman came out with a middle-aged man, who called out, "Master He, it turns out you want to buy an electric fan."

He Yuzhu saw that this was Director Zhao, his defeated opponent in the drinking match, so he quickly said, "Director Zhao, how are you doing recently? Do you think I can buy a fan today?"

Director Zhao said: "Yes, there are ceiling fans from Huatong and desktop fans from Huasheng Export."

When He Yuzhu heard that there was actually a ceiling fan, he was surprised. However, the floor fans or table fans he had seen in videos in his later life were all of high quality and durable, so he decisively chose the table fan.

When she heard that it was someone the director knew, the saleswoman immediately issued a ticket and said enthusiastically: "Comrade, the radio is 150 yuan, the electric fan is 180 yuan, a total of 330 yuan."

When He Yuzhu heard this, it was indeed not cheap, but it was not a big deal for him, so he took out a handful of Da Tuanjie banknotes and paid.

While the saleswoman was going to the warehouse to pick up the goods, Director Zhao said, "Master He, can you help me arrange a few tables next week if you have time?"

He Yuzhu said: "If Director Zhao has something to do, I will definitely help."

Hearing He Yuzhu's respect, Director Zhao also said generously: "If you need anything in the future, just come to him."

After saying goodbye to Director Zhao, He Yuzhu rode his bicycle, accompanied by a woman humming a little tune, and headed home.