Siheyuan: I am the Smart Pillar

Outside the long-distance bus station, there was a food stall that was neither too big nor too small. Yi Zhonghai looked at He Yuzhu with a smile on his face, which made He Yuzhu feel sick. Yi Zhonghai smiled and said, "Zhuzi, I didn't expect you to come to help me, an old man. I am really very happy in my heart. Don't worry, I will definitely not let you work in vain."

Yi Zhonghai really didn't expect that Yan Fugui actually brought He Yuzhu here, which made Yi Zhonghai's heart burn with a feeling called hope. He Yuzhu originally wanted to mock Yi Zhonghai, but he also wanted to solve this matter as soon as possible. So he forced an awkward smile, nodded and said, "Uncle, you are joking. After all, we have been neighbors in the courtyard for so many years. Such a big thing happened in your family, and I have to help you."

Yan Fugui was eating wontons on the side, saying, "Well, Zhuzi is right. We are all from the same courtyard. As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Okay, Lao Yi, let's eat quickly, and then hurry back to your hometown."

He Yuzhu nodded, eating wontons while looking at the time on his watch. It seemed that Yi Zhonghai was not angry about his father's grave being dug up, but was very happy that he came. It was really strange. He didn't think that he could reconcile with him just because he came to help her today.

He Yuzhu snorted coldly, thinking that if Yi Zhonghai really dared to think so, it would be like flirting with a blind man, which was useless. He Yuzhu shook his head again, and felt that this analogy was a bit bad. He tasted the wontons from the street stall, well, it tasted okay. Yan Fugui ate very elegantly, while Jia Dongxu looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Yi Zhonghai watched Jia Dongxu finish another bowl of rice in a short time, and his mouth twitched. But Jia Dongxu was accompanying him to do his own things, so he should at least fill his stomach. Yi Zhonghai smiled and said, "Dongxu, are you full?" Jia Dongxu blushed a little, and Yi Zhonghai smiled and said, "If you are not full, you can eat more. We have to take a three-hour long-distance bus."

Jia Dongxu felt that he had to eat another bowl since he didn't spend his own money. He pretended to be very embarrassed and said, "Master, I'm still a little hungry!" Although he felt his face was a little red, compared to being able to eat another bowl of wontons, he didn't want to be embarrassed at all.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the three large bowls piled up in front of his apprentice, and his mouth twitched. But he still gritted his teeth and asked the stall owner to serve another bowl of wontons. The stall owner smiled from ear to ear, and she made a lot of money as soon as she opened the shop this morning. She served another bowl of wontons to Jia Dongxu, who ate it happily again.

Yan Fugui narrowed his eyes, thinking that Jia Dongxu really didn't know how to calculate. What's so good about the wontons sold on the street? Just eat until you're full. Yi Zhonghai said that he would hold a banquet in Yijiazhuang. His cooking skills were impeccable. Let's see how much food Jia Dongxu could eat after he was full.

Bai Xiuying looked at Jia Dongxu with a bad face. Was her husband's apprentice a foodie? She shook her head speechlessly, but what else could she do? She had to bite her teeth and bear it. So she said to her husband, "I'll go buy some things, and then I'll pay my respects to my father's grave."

Yi Zhonghai nodded and took out 5 yuan from his pocket and gave it to his wife. Bai Xiuying did not refuse. There happened to be a supply and marketing cooperative next door. It has only been five or six years since the founding of the country, and it is far from the most strict level of breaking feudal superstition. There are still many places selling sacrificial supplies. After buying some ingots, candles and other things, he joined Yi Zhonghai and prepared to go to Yijiazhuang.

They boarded the bus to Yijiazhuang, which was very old. Yan Fugui rejected the idea of ​​sitting with Jia Dongxu with disdain and sat with He Yuzhu. Yi Zhonghai and his wife took a double seat, while Jia Dongxu was speechless and had to sit alone in the engine area of ​​the carriage.

The bus swayed out of the city, like an old ox pulling something with great effort. Since it was summer, the temperature inside the car was extremely high. There were all kinds of smells, and He Yuzhu almost vomited. There was no air conditioning in long-distance buses these days, so He Yuzhu could only open the window.

He stuck his head out and vomited. Yan Fuguier beside him smiled, patted him on the back and said, "You have probably never taken this kind of bus before. Hey, this is not right. You and your wife have to take the bus to go back to your parents' home. Is this the case every time you take the bus?"

He Yuzhu was not to blame for this. What was strange was that there were too many people on the bus today. As soon as he left Sijiu City, the bus was already full. The smell of feet and sweat plus some unknown odors, plus the fact that he had just eaten several bowls of wontons, naturally made his stomach feel very uncomfortable.

After blowing the outside air for a while, He Yuzhu finally felt alive. He exhaled a long breath and said, "This is different. Hey, Uncle San, why are there so many people on this bus today? What's going on?"

Before Yan Fugui could say anything, an old man in the front row turned around and said with a smile, "Young man, you are going to the temple fair too." He Yuzhu was stunned and said, "Temple fair, what temple fair? Uncle, we are going to Yijiazhuang."

The old man smiled and said, "Oh, so you are not going to the temple fair. There is a place called Sankeshu, where a temple fair is held once a year. The goddess temple there is very effective, and most of us go to the temple fair. That's why there are so many people on the bus today."

He Yuzhu glanced at Yan Fugui, who said he didn't know about this temple fair. After thinking about it, he started chatting with the old man.