Siheyuan: I am the Smart Pillar

It was not until noon that He Yuzhu and his group finally arrived at Yijiazhuang. This is a natural village with mountains and water, and the population is only about a hundred. Yi Zhonghai introduced in the car that the people of Yijiazhuang are descendants of an old ancestor. The people in the village are all relatives, and it is rare to see people with different surnames. Occasionally there are a few families who fled to Yijiazhuang before liberation.

The sun was very bright today, and many people in the village were busy in the fields. Many people also greeted Yi Zhonghai, and it looked very lively. After a while, a middle-aged man in his 50s came over. He had a very dark face, big hands, and calloused hands. He was obviously an old farmer, and he greeted Yi Zhonghai and his group honestly.

From Yi Zhonghai's introduction, He Yuzhu and the others knew that the man's name was Yi Dajun. He was Yi Zhonghai's cousin and a friend since childhood. However, when Yi Zhonghai was young, he went out to make a living, while Yi Dajun stayed in Yijiazhuang to farm. It was very sad that the two people took two different paths in life.

Yi Zhonghai looked at his brother and smiled, patting Yi Dajun on the shoulder and said, "Brother Jun, what happened? How come my father's grave was dug up?" Yi Dajun sighed and said, "We don't know about this either. It was only when we went to the ancestral grave to pay homage yesterday that we discovered that your father's grave had been dug up. But we have already called the police, and they are investigating in the village."

Yi Zhonghai sighed, not knowing what to say. Yi Dajun pulled Yi Zhonghai aside, thought for a moment and said, "Zhonghai, there are no outsiders here. Tell me, brother, whether you have really offended someone outside. Otherwise, who would do such a thing as giving birth to a son without an asshole."

Yi Zhonghai scratched his head. Since he came to the city of Beijing, he had done many things against his will. In the war-torn era before liberation, if you didn't eat others, others would eat you. If he wasn't a little ruthless, could he have lived peacefully until now? Besides, how many people who can live safely until now have clean hands?

Yi Dajun obviously understood his cousin. He sighed helplessly, patted his shoulder and said, "Well, pay your respects to the old man." Yi Zhonghai no longer had any feelings for his father. When he was young, his father was not very kind to him. At that time, his father was a famous scoundrel in the surrounding area. He often sneaked into the widow's bed, and his mother was angered to death by his father.

If it weren't for the relationship between father and son, Yi Zhonghai would definitely not come to Yijiazhuang to collect his father's remains. After hearing what Yi Dajun said, he immediately showed a very sad expression. He was just pretending to let others know that he, Yi Zhonghai, was a pure filial son.

Yi Zhonghai pointed at He Yuzhu and said while crying, "This is a neighbor in our courtyard, and a good junior of mine. He is the canteen chef of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Brother Juner, I plan to set up a banquet in the farm, and I will pay for it. Can you ask a few people to help? I want to hold a proper ritual for my father."

Hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, especially considering him as a junior, He Yuzhu couldn't be more disgusted. But he also thought that some great hero who was enforcing justice had dug up Yi Zhonghai's father's grave, so he should let him be happy for a while. He closed his mouth and pretended not to hear, his eyes rolling around, admiring the beautiful scenery of this small mountain village as he walked.

When they were in town, they bought some things, but it was obviously not enough for the banquet. Yi Zhonghai took out some money from his pocket and said, "Brother Jun'er, this is 100 yuan. Please help me collect some game or pork, and I will treat the villagers to a good meal. What do you think?"

Looking at the 100 yuan in his hand, how could Yi Dajun disagree? His eyelashes were almost stretched to his heels. But he still pretended to say, "Zhong Hai, it's not easy for you to make money. This 100 yuan is too much. We can't spend that much money in the countryside."

Yi Zhonghai was a shrewd man. He smiled and said, "Use the extra money as errand fees for Brother Jun'er. You know it's hard for me to go back to the countryside since I work in the city. Whenever there's Qingming Festival or the fifteenth day of the lunar year, when you go to the grave to burn paper, don't forget to burn a few pieces of paper in front of my father's grave. Just consider it as showing filial piety on my behalf. What do you think, Brother Jun?"

Yi Dajun was naturally very satisfied. This was a matter that couldn't be any smaller. He patted his chest and said with a smile, "Well, since you have said so much, I naturally have no objection. We don't have anything in Yijia Village, so there is a lot of game. It happened that Sanzhuzi's family killed a wild boar yesterday. I will ask for you now."

Yi Dajun looked at his nephew Yi Jianjun and said, "Ergou, you must take good care of your uncle. I'm going to look for your uncle Sanzhu and his family first." Yi Ergou nodded quickly and said flatteringly like a translator leading the way, "Uncle Dajun, don't worry. I will definitely take good care of your uncle and his family."

Yi Jianjun was not blind just now. His uncle gave out 100 yuan just as he said. He was so generous and inhumane. Yi Ergou thought that he should try to curry favor with his uncle in the next few days. Isn't there any benefit to be gained? The answer is of course no. He felt that if he could get a little money from his uncle, he could live a better life.

The group went straight into Yi Ergou's house. Yi Ergou's father was a carpenter in Yijia Village. Although his craftsmanship was not very good, he could still make a living. He usually made a living by repairing stools and tables or making some furniture for the neighbors. When the group entered the house, Yi Ergou's father Yi Haichuan smiled and said, "Hey, Haige, you are finally back. Hurry up and sit down and have a good rest."

Yi Haichuan brought a few stools from the house and asked Yi Zhonghai and his friends to sit down. Yi Haichuan's wife quickly poured a few cups of tea. Although it was just ordinary tea, she still treated the guests very solemnly. Yi Zhonghai took a sip of tea, sighed deeply and said, "Hey, brother, thank you for asking your Er Gouzi to inform me. We are sorry to bother you. Old woman, please take out the things quickly. I hope you don't mind it, brother."