I messed up the Siheyuan

Looking at Wang Ping's back, Yan Fugui sighed heavily, turned around and shouted towards his home.

"Old lady, prepare some steamed bread and some water."

The third aunt appeared at the door and replied with a puzzled look: "Boss, if you want to eat, come in and eat!"

"What are we going to eat..." Yan Fugui said angrily, "Pack up some steamed bread and water for me, so we can eat on the way."

"Oh!...I got it." The third aunt responded obediently and started to get busy.

This conversation gave the three boys from the Yan family a bad feeling.

The three of them looked at each other.

The eldest brother, Yan Jiecheng, hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Dad, do we still need to go out?"

Yan Fugui glared at him and said angrily, "You're not going out? Why did you close the door?"

"Dad!...How about..." Yan Jiecheng said with a chuckle: "Let's go and withdraw tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?... Humph!..." Yan Fugui curled his lips, "Boss, you make it sound so easy!

If I withdraw tomorrow, it will delay me for another day!

If you delay for one more day, our company will deduct one more day's salary from me, and you will also earn one day less.

Isn't it our family's loss everywhere?

Besides, if we go there tomorrow, what if Mr. Huang doesn’t recognize us?”

"Then...if we go today...they won't recognize us?" Yan Jiecheng muttered in a low voice.

"How dare he?" Yan Fugui said angrily, "Why would he deny the things we just bought?"

Yan Jiecheng remained completely silent.

The second brother, Yan Jiefang, saw that his eldest brother was exhausted, hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Dad, we are all very tired.

How about calling a cart?"

"Call a rickshaw?... Tsk!..." Yan Fugui glanced at Yan Jiefang, "You're going to pay for the rickshaw?"

"Dad, I don't make any money. Where can I get the money to hire a cart?"

Yan Fugui snorted disdainfully, "Since you know you don't make money, then why are you talking so much?"

"Me?..." Yan Jiefang was also out of energy.

However, he still wanted to fight for it.

He turned to look at Yan Jiecheng and said hopefully, "Brother, how about... you..."

Before he could finish his words, Yan Jiecheng waved his hand.

"Second brother, don't ask me, I don't have any money either, I still owe my dad five dollars!"

"I..." Yan Jiefang was completely exhausted.

At this time, the third aunt came out of the house holding a small cloth bag and a large kettle on one shoulder.

"Boss, I put twelve steamed buns in this bag.

There are four of you, which is just right for three each.

The water in the kettle is all boiled and cooled.”

Yan Fugui nodded, took the package and the kettle, and waved at his three sons, "Okay, let's go!"

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang stood up with helplessness on their faces.

The youngest, Yan Jiekuang, was still sitting there, acting like a spoiled brat.

He pleaded, "Dad, how about we take a break and go again in the afternoon?"

"That's enough!... Stop talking nonsense and get up now."

"Dad!...How about..." Yan Jiekuang said again: "Let's use this door ourselves!"

"I think this door is pretty good. It won't be a loss for us to use it, right?"

Yan Fugui looked around, and when he saw no one was around, he immediately walked over and gave Yan Jiekuang a big slap.

"Dad, why did you hit me?" Yan Jiekuang said aggrievedly.

"Why should I hit you?" Yan Fugui snorted, "If you say something stupid again, I'll hit you again!"

"Uh!...Why?...Why can't this door be used in our house?" Yan Jiekuang said unconvinced.

Yan Fugui gave him another big slap, and then whispered, "You idiot!

What if this door is really made of coffin board?

If we use it, it won't affect our family!"

......

The four members of the Yan family, father and son, carried the wooden door with great difficulty and arrived at Master Huang's house again.

As a result, they were dumbfounded.

The door is locked!

I asked the neighbors and found out that after Master Huang sold the doors, he went back to work.

How to do this?

The four people were confused.

However, it has to be said that it was Yan Fugui...

He is so cruel!

After hesitating for just a moment, he made up his mind: take the wooden door to the woodworking factory and go directly to Master Huang to return it.

Master Huang lives in a large compound.

Not only is the yard small, but there are also many people.

Although it is working time, there are still many old ladies staying at home.

After finishing their housework, these old ladies would gather in the yard in groups of three or five to chat.

As a result, they copied it today.

I saw a rare peep show!

The four members of the Yan family...

He carried the heavy door away with a lot of grunts.

Less than half a day later, it was carried back with a grunt.

Then, it has to be carried away again.

The old women in the yard looked on in bewilderment.

A chubby woman poked her slightly thinner girlfriend and said, "Sister Chen, what are these four idiots doing?"

My best friend shook her head and said seriously, "I don't know. But since you're going through so much trouble, there must be something wrong, right?"

"Tsk!..." Another old woman curled her lips, "You can't go through so much trouble even if you have something to do!"

"That's right!" another old woman interrupted, "It's such a heavy door, and four people are carrying it. They are totally crazy!"

......

After Wang Ping had lunch, he rode his bicycle to the woodworking factory.

When he arrived, he said he was there to buy a wooden door.

Soon, an old craftsman came over and began to enthusiastically introduce to him several types of wooden doors in the wood factory.

What made Wang Ping a little annoyed was that he was tricked by Yan Fugui without paying attention.

Six dollars is enough to buy a new door at the woodworking factory.

The cheapest one you can buy is the one you can buy.

It's usable though, and pretty sturdy.

But Wang Ping always felt uncomfortable when he looked at it.

Thinking that it was his own home door after all, he still filled it with two pieces.

I bought a door for eight dollars and spent another thirty cents to hire a cart.

So, the total cost of this door is eight dollars and thirty cents!

When putting the door onto the cart, the master from the wood factory lent a hand.

Moreover, they also enthusiastically told Wang Ping some things to pay attention to when installing wooden doors.

Seeing the other party being so polite, Wang Ping reciprocated the gesture, handed the other party a cigarette and chatted with him for a while.

However, when the master said his surname was Huang, Wang Ping was stunned.

He asked carefully, "Master Huang, how many masters with the surname Huang are there in your woodworking factory?"

"Just me? What's wrong?"

"Uh!..." Wang Ping smiled meaningfully and said quickly, "It's okay, I'm just asking. Okay! You go ahead and do your work!"

......

After returning, Wang Ping saw that the father and son of the Yan family had not returned yet, so he simply did not wait for them and installed the door for himself.

He gave the cart driver Wobo'er an extra two cents and asked him to help install the newly bought door on the door frame of his house.

Standing outside the door and looking at the new door, Wang Ping felt relieved.

I spent almost a whole day dealing with the door issue.

Now it's finally done.

He turned around and looked at the Yan family across the street and couldn't help shaking his head.

These four guys won’t be able to come back easily today.

Go to Master Huang’s house first, he’s not there.

With Yan Fugui's character, he must transfer to the woodworking factory...

Carrying such a heavy door and going around such a long circle, the scene is so tiring just thinking about it!

......

Towards evening, before the people who were working in the yard came back, Wang Ping, who was sitting at the door of his house, faintly heard voices coming from outside the door.

"Oh my god! I'm finally back..."

“I’m so tired…”

"If I can't do it anymore, I'll have to lie down when I go back..."

"Brother, give me a hand!"

"Get lost, I need help from someone!"

......

As the voices grew louder, Yan Fugui, holding his old waist, walked in from outside the door, panting.

The three sons at the back bent over and almost crawled in.

"Uncle, you're back." Wang Ping greeted with a smile.

Yan Fugui looked at Wang Ping and just waved his hand.

He didn't even have the strength to speak.