Siheyuan: I am the Smart Pillar

When Yan Fugui returned home, he felt very depressed. Yang Ruihua asked his wife curiously, "My dear, what's wrong with you? It's impossible that He Yuzhu didn't lend you the stove. I usually think this guy is very generous, he wouldn't be so stingy."

Yan Fugui sighed and said helplessly, "Didn't Qin Huairu's parents come a few days ago?" Yang Ruihua nodded and said, "Yes, his parents came. I also saw them that day, but what does this have to do with borrowing the stove?" Yan Fugui said helplessly, "It's related, of course it's very related. That bastard Shazhu gave the old stove to his father-in-law and mother-in-law. We went too late."

Yang Ruihua sighed, and she felt a little regretful. If she had known that winter was coming, she should have gone to He Yuzhu to borrow a stove! Yang Ruihua thought that with the relationship between her family and her family, she should be able to borrow a stove. But she didn't expect He Yuzhu to be so generous and give the stove to her father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Yan Jiecheng was disappointed when he heard what his father said. But after thinking for a while, he said, "Dad, didn't they buy two new stoves? Can't they lend one to our family?" Yan Fugui's face turned red. He just asked this question. Now he felt that he was so thick-skinned. He didn't expect that his son was the same.

He glared at his eldest son and said unhappily, "The remaining stove belongs to He Yushui, and He Yushui needs to keep warm at night." The second son, Yan Jiefang, couldn't stand the cold any more. He was grimacing with cold. This brazier didn't keep warm at all. After thinking for a while, he said, "Dad, why don't we go to the trust store to have a look? Or go to the blacksmith shop and buy a stove, even if it's a second-hand one."

Yan Fugui felt sorry for his wife and children who were freezing. After thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, let's go out and see if there is a place that sells old stoves." Yan Jiecheng thought for a while and said, "Why don't we buy a new stove? The price of the old stove is about the same as the new one. There is no need to save money and let our whole family get sick from the cold."

Yang Ruihua also felt that what his eldest son said made sense. After thinking about it, he persuaded him, "Old man, I think what our eldest son said is right. Should we buy a new stove? Everyone in this yard calls you Old Yan. Buying a new stove can make them look at you with new eyes. Besides, the old stove doesn't get hot at all. Let's buy a new stove."

Yan Fugui thought about it and now he really didn't know what to do. In his mind, he subconsciously felt that he had to buy an old stove, because the price of an old stove was lower than that of a new one. Wouldn't the money saved be equivalent to profit? But what his wife and children said was also reasonable, that the old stove was not hotter than the new one.

Yan Fugui nodded and said, "Okay, I know what to do about this." Yan Fugui thought for a while and took out the sweet potato from his pocket. The three sons of the Yan family saw this big piece of sweet potato and their eyes lit up. They drooled and said, "Dad, where did you get the sweet potato in the middle of winter?" Yan Fugui yawned and said, "This is what Zhuzi and his wife gave me, along with a big piece of rock sugar. Old woman, go get a knife and I'll cut the sweet potato in half. The five of us will eat half tomorrow and the other half today."

The eldest brother Yan Jiecheng said, "Ah, you want to make two portions of such a small amount of sweet potatoes, you are too stingy." Yan Fugui snorted coldly and said, "What do you know, kid? Don't you understand what they say, 'you will never be poor if you have enough food and clothes, and you will be poor if you don't plan well?' You have to think differently. If we can eat roasted sweet potatoes at home today, we can also eat roasted sweet potatoes tomorrow morning. This is a strategy for sustainable development. What do you know, kid?"

Yang Ruihua took out the kitchen knife at home, and Yan Fugui picked up a pair of chopsticks and carefully measured the length and width of the sweet potato. After thinking for a while, he cut the sweet potato in half. He handed the other half to his wife and said, "It's just right, you can save this half of the sweet potato. We will have sweet potato porridge tomorrow morning. Sweet potato porridge is very nutritious."

Yan Fugui pushed his glasses on his nose and used a knife to cut the other half of the sweet potato into five pieces. When Yang Ruihua came back, Yan Fugui handed the larger piece to Yang Ruihua. Yan Fugui also picked up a piece and said to his wife and son, "Let's eat now. This piece of sweet potato is equivalent to our lunch."

Yan Jiecheng bit off half of the sweet potato in one bite, chewed it for a while, nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's really good. This sweet potato is much sweeter than the ones I've eaten before." The remaining children also nodded, looking forward to seeing their father. Yan Fugui knew what his children were thinking, and said with a very unpleasant face, "You three boys must remember that although our family is poor, we must be poor with dignity, understand?"

The three brothers of the Yan family nodded, and after everyone rested in the living room for a while, Yan Fugui took his three sons out of the house. As soon as they went out, they felt that the snow had stopped. Yan Fugui and his four sons wrapped their clothes tightly and rushed to the second-hand trust store. Yan Jiecheng sneezed loudly and said, "Why is the weather so cold this year? Alas."

Yi Zhonghai walked out of the house holding a large teacup. He had been stuffy in the house all morning and felt very uncomfortable. As an old worker in a steel mill, his physical fitness was very good. Although the weather outside was really cold, Yi Zhonghai didn't feel that much.

Looking at the snow in the yard, Yi Zhongkai frowned. He didn't expect that so much snow would fall so early in the morning. Looking at He Yuzhu sweeping the snow on his roof, Yi Zhonghai rolled his eyes and shouted, "Zhuzi, after you finish sweeping the snow at your house, go and sweep the snow on the roof of Old Lady Long's house, okay?"