Siheyuan: I am the Smart Pillar

Old Mrs. Long smiled, wiped her mouth and said, "Who are you talking about? Liu Haizhong is just an ordinary man. It is good to describe him as ambitious but incompetent. Liu Haizhong is not worth mentioning. The only one you should be wary of is Yan Fugui."

Yi Zhonghai frowned and asked, "Who, Yan Fugui? What big waves can Old Yan make?" Old Lady Long stood up, leaning on her cane and said with a smile, "Don't underestimate him. This Yan Fugui is well-educated. He usually writes letters to someone in the courtyard. He still has a little prestige in this courtyard."

Bai Xiuying asked, "Then what should we do? I didn't expect Old Yan to have such a skill." Old Mrs. Long said, "Xiao Yi, if you take care of an old lady like me, will the street office have a better impression of you?" Yi Zhonghai nodded. Old Mrs. Long is a five-guarantee household. If he really takes on this responsibility, perhaps this will be a plus for him.

Yi Zhonghai nodded, and with a smile on his face he assured Mrs. Long, "Don't worry, I, Yi Zhonghai, will treat you like my own mother." Mrs. Long smiled, glanced outside, and said, "My old bones are still useful in the street office. I will go to the street office to ask tomorrow. You should not rest during this period of time. Say hello to the neighbors in the courtyard. When the time comes to vote, it will be you."

Yi Zhonghai nodded, not expecting that this old man had connections in the street office. After thinking for a while, he said, "Old lady, you are well-informed. Is there any way to make this courtyard mine?" Old lady Long was a little puzzled. She didn't know what Yi Zhonghai meant.

As if sensing something, Old Lady Long seemed to understand what Yi Zhonghai meant. After thinking for a while, she said, "You want to enhance your prestige and have the final say in the courtyard." Yi Zhonghai nodded. Of course, that was what he wanted. The deaf old lady thought about it and whispered a few words to Yi Zhonghai and his wife.

After the old lady finished speaking, Yi Zhonghai frowned and said, "This, this will be known to other people, they will lose their heads." Old Mrs. Long was a little unhappy. She looked at Yi Zhonghai and said, "Why are you panicking? My nephew died in the fight against Chiang Kai-shek. Naturally, I am also a martyr's family member."

Yi Zhonghai looked up and down at Old Lady Long, who curled her lips and said, "This is true. It happened several years ago. Whenever I think of this, my heart aches." Yi Zhonghai swallowed his saliva. He didn't expect that such an old lady with bound feet would have such an identity. Yi Zhonghai nodded and said, "Old lady, don't worry. I know what to do about this matter."

Old Mrs. Long nodded with a smile, touched her stomach and felt a little hungry. Yi Zhonghai, who was standing by, understood what was going on and said to his wife, "Hey, my dear, go and knead the dough quickly so that the old lady can eat hot buns later." Old Mrs. Long nodded with great satisfaction and said, "What a good child, he is really filial."

In Yan Fugui's home, Yan Fugui sat on a stool in front of the window without saying a word. He was thinking about why He Daqing wanted to run away. With He Daqing's monthly salary of more than 40 yuan, he was a diamond bachelor. It was not easy to find a wife in Beijing, so why did he have to go to Baocheng?

This made him a little puzzled. Yang Ruihua looked at his wife's dazed look and asked curiously, "Old Yan, what are you doing?" Yan Fugui said, "I'm thinking about He Daqing. Why did He Daqing run away?" Yang Ruihua curled his lips and said, "It's all for the White Widow. He Daqing is really a piece of shit. He left behind such a young pair of siblings. How are they going to survive?"

Yan Fugui didn't believe the reason given by his wife at all. Yang Ruihua said, "Okay, Old Yan, whether He Daqing runs away or not has nothing to do with us. What you have to think about now is that I'm pregnant with another child, what should we do in the future?"

Yan Fuguier frowned. What else could he do? Teachers' salaries were not high. Could he ask him to work part-time outside? But how many parents could afford to hire a tutor in this era? Feeling very depressed, Yan Fuguier rubbed his brows.

Seeing his wife like this, Yang Ruihua felt a little bit reluctant. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about we abort the child?" Yan Fugui shook his head firmly and said, "I am here at home. Since the child is already pregnant, you can't abort it no matter what. I, Yan Fugui, must raise these children even if I starve to death."

Yang Ruihua sat next to her man, sighed and said, "You have suffered so much, Old Yan. The burden of the whole family is on your shoulders." Yan Fugui smiled and said, "Well, after all I am a man." Yang Ruihua thought for a while and said, "I heard from the aunt in the next yard that they are going to choose a manager. Should our family get involved in this matter?"

Yan Fugui raised his head and thought about it. He really wanted to get involved in this matter. He nodded and said, "Three stewards, if I can become a steward, at least I will be a small official in this courtyard. Then these neighbors will at least let me take advantage of them." Yan Fugui nodded. If there is really an election for a steward one day, then he, Yan Fugui, will have to sign up.

As the old couple was talking, a half-grown boy ran in with a schoolbag on his back. It was Yan Jiecheng, the eldest son of the old couple Yan Fugui. The eldest son was in the second grade of junior high school at Hongxing Middle School this year, and his mind was not on studying at all. Yan Fugui frowned deeply when he saw his son like this. Seeing his son covered in dirt, Yan Fugui scolded, "Can't you feel sorry for your mother? Where did you go to play again? Why is your body covered in dirt?"

Yan Jiecheng smiled awkwardly and said, "A few classmates actually dared to bully me. Dad, you said I would let others bully me. So I fought with them. The dirt on my clothes is okay, can't I just ask mom to wash it tomorrow? Mom has nothing to do at home all day anyway."

Yan Fugui got angry all of a sudden, picked up the broom beside him and hit Yan Jiecheng a few times, saying, "You bastard, your mother is pregnant and can't work hard, don't you know?"