Siheyuan: Since 51

"Your brother Aijun is getting married, and I want to buy some new furniture. Isn't this because the old craftsman's craftsmanship is good?"

"That's it?"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't hesitate and waved his hand, "Leave it to me!"

When Wang Aijun heard this, he was immediately overjoyed.

"Zhiyuan, thank you so much. If you need me in the future, just let me know."

"Go away, don't be polite! Besides, if I don't help you find a master, will you refuse me if I need you for something in the future?"

Wang Aijun chuckled and patted his chest, saying, "That's impossible!"

Wang Quanyou, who was standing by, said in a deep voice: "If he dares to refuse, I will break his legs!"

After chatting for a while, Lin Zhiyuan politely declined Lin Cuilan's offer to stay overnight and said goodbye to go home.

The journey was uneventful.

When we returned to the courtyard, it was already dark.

Front yard, west wing.

No one had lived there before, so there was no electricity installed.

Now we have implemented the "light package system", which is actually counting the light bulbs. Each light bulb costs NT$2,000 per month, which is not expensive, but the power generation is insufficient and there are always power outages.

Lin Zhihui and Lin Manyu are studying under an oil lamp.

Lin Zhiyuan felt both relieved and distressed.

"Zhihui, Xiaoyu, the light from the oil lamp is too dim, it's not good for your eyes."

Lin Zhihui didn't care and said casually: "Brother, look at what you said, people in ancient times didn't even have electric lights, so why didn't they study?"

"That's right, as long as we can see it." Lin Manyu also echoed.

"You guys!" Lin Zhiyuan shook his head helplessly and asked, "Have you had dinner tonight?"

"have eaten!"

After Lin Manyu finished speaking, she raised her head and asked with a smile: "Brother, how long will it take to renovate our house? Is there still a room for me?"

"Isn't that nonsense? Of course there is! We can't let you sleep on the street, right?"

Lin Zhiyuan picked up the thermos, poured a glass of water, said something in a bad mood, and started explaining again.

"The east wing has been renovated and will be used for my wedding. The east ear room will also be renovated later and you two will live there. It will probably take about a month. What's the matter?"

"Brother, are you planning to get married?" Lin Manyu exclaimed with her eyes wide open.

"Yes, my aunt will be the matchmaker, and the wedding date will be the 20th of next month."

"What, everything has been booked?"

Lin Manyu's face was full of disbelief, and she immediately gossiped, "Brother, is my sister-in-law pretty? What's she like?"

"nice!"

Lin Zhiyuan's mouth corners curled up unconsciously.

That’s Aunt Thirteen, how could she not be pretty?

Not to mention that he is only eighteen years old and still a novice. Just thinking about it makes Lin Zhiyuan a little excited.

Seeing Lin Zhiyuan's silly smile, Lin Manyu chuckled, "Brother, you must be super handsome looking like this!"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Zhiyuan calmed himself down and didn't get annoyed by being teased.

"Of course he is. He's a very nice guy. You'll know when you spend some time with him. By the way, what did you want to say?"

Lin Manyu narrowed her eyes slightly and said coquettishly, "Brother, after the decoration is completed, can you build a desk for my room?"

"Well, what do I do? Of course, no problem. What else?"

Lin Manyu bit the tip of her pen and pondered for a moment, "If possible, it would be even better if we could build a bookshelf!"

"Okay, I'll arrange that for you as well."

Lin Zhihui's eyes revealed desire, "Brother, I want it too!"

"Both of you."

The next day, early morning.

Lin Zhiyuan was thinking about going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a box of vanishing cream for Qin Huairu. He heard that this thing is good for the skin.

Who knew that just as he was about to go out, he was stopped by Wu Qingrui.

"Boss, when are you going to get the wooden doors and windows? Some of the sizes are uncertain, which will affect the construction."

Lin Zhiyuan said cheerfully: "Okay, I'll get it done right away and I'll be there today."

He agreed readily, but as he walked out of the courtyard, Lin Zhiyuan began to feel troubled.

The big flatbed cart has been returned to my aunt's house. It can't be a magic trick, right?

Go into the space and make one now?

It can be made, but iron is too expensive. Whose cart is not a wooden cart with wooden wheels and wooden axles?

It’s a brand new flatbed truck. Wouldn’t it be too eye-catching?

Lin Zhiyuan thought about it and rejected it again.

I walked along the street for a long time in a daze.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man sitting on a flatbed cart and taking a rest under a tree by the roadside.

Lin Zhiyuan immediately came up with a plan.

I found an empty alley and slipped into the space.

"Roar!"

"Ow!"

Two shouts suddenly rang out.

As soon as he entered the space, Lin Zhiyuan was frightened.

He calmed himself down and looked up. He saw a tiger and a bear floating in the sky above the pond, staring at him.

Lin Zhiyuan was furious. He stormed out of the yard and came to the two beasts.

Just as he was about to get angry, he felt the two beasts' eyes, full of resentment.

What the hell is that look?

Shouldn't it be fear?

Why does she look like an abandoned young wife?

Lin Zhiyuan didn't understand what was going on, and frowned and shouted, "Why are you yelling? If you yell again, I'll kill you two!"

"Roar!"

"Ow!"

The two beasts began to cry out again.

"Hey, my little temper!"

Lin Zhiyuan moved his mind, floated up, and stopped in front of the two beasts.

Seeing this, the silly bear bared his teeth and howled a few times.

Lin Zhiyuan twitched his lips and said, "Hey, Big Blackie, you are so brave!"

"Go away!"

The silly bear was quickly skinned and dismembered, and pieces of bear meat and various parts were sent by Lin Zhiyuan into the wooden house, which had been set to stand still in time, making it suitable for preserving food.

As for other parts, they were ground into powder and dropped into the pond like snowflakes.

After finishing, Lin Zhiyuan turned to look at the tiger again.

The tiger's eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly open.

Is this two-legged beast sick? Is it sick?!

Isn't it just that you are hungry and are howling a few times?

Is it necessary to be so cruel?

Poor us two brothers, one dead and one injured, so sad!

With grief filling his heart, two tears slid out from the corners of Tiger's eyes, and then his eyes closed and opened, and his gaze slowly moved away.

Lin Zhiyuan frowned and looked in the direction the tiger was looking.

In the pigpen, five piglets are feasting.

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly realized, the silly bear was grinning, could it be that he was hungry?

Even so, so what?

Who is we, Old Lin? How could we possibly admit our mistakes to a beast?

Pretending to be relaxed, Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips and said, "If you dare to scare me again, you'll be the next one!"

He turned around, landed, and returned to the courtyard, all in one go.

Using his mind power, he built a large flatbed cart, and with a reach out, Lin Zhiyuan returned to reality.

Pulling the flatbed cart, he hurriedly came to the uncle, stopped by the side, grinned, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, how is my flatbed cart?"

The breeze blew gently, and the tender leaves of the poplar trees rustled.

The uncle leaned on the flatbed cart with his eyes slightly narrowed.

I miss the exquisite skills of Widow Wang next door last night.

At the critical moment, he was inexplicably interrupted and glared at Lin Zhiyuan unhappily.

Lin Zhiyuan was completely unaware that he was disturbing the uncle's good time. He handed him a cigarette and asked again.

"Uncle, how's my flatbed truck?"

The uncle opened his eyes reluctantly, took the cigarette subconsciously, glanced at the new flatbed car, and responded in a muffled voice, "It's good, all pine wood, it's a new car at first glance, and the workmanship is not bad."

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Really? Better than yours, right?"

The uncle was stunned for a moment, his face full of surprise.

Who the hell is this?

Are you sick?

Are you coming to me specifically to seek a sense of existence?

It's just a broken flatbed car, why show off like that?

After a long while with a sullen face, the uncle snorted coldly, "Well, it's much better than mine!"