What if I haven't seen Siheyuan?

Yan Xiaoyao walked slowly into the yard and saw that everyone was already sitting in a circle.

The third uncle Yan Bugui was holding a yellowed notebook, squinting his eyes, pretending to write something down, his glasses reflecting a faint light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Uncle Yi Zhonghai sat in the middle of the eight-immortal table with a serious face, like a stern sculpture.

Seeing Yan Xiaoyao coming, he cleared his throat and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Everyone is here, let's start this whole college meeting."

Everyone's gazes were like sharp swords, instantly directed at Yan Xiaoyao, making him feel that they were not friendly.

Jia Zhang's fat body suddenly thrust forward, and she was the first to shout with her broken voice: "This jinx, he is the only one in the family, and he occupies three large houses, isn't this a waste!"

Her triangular eyes were wide open, full of greed and arrogance, and the flesh on her face trembled as she spoke, making her like a mad sow.

Second uncle Liu Haizhong stood up immediately after, folded his hands in front of his chest, puffed out his chest, and said in a pretentious manner: "That's right, the houses in our courtyard house must be reasonably allocated, and resources cannot be wasted."

The fat man with big ears imitated the way the factory leader spoke, demonstrating his self-righteous fairness.

Sha Zhu tilted his head and grinned as he agreed, "That's right, this house is empty anyway, why not give it to someone in need."

"It just so happens that all five of my sister Qin's family live in one house, and the penis is bigger now."

"We can give one room to Qin's family."

His strong arms swung casually, and with a flattering smile on his face, he smiled foolishly at Qin Huairu.

Damn, this damn bootlicker.

Just wait, I will definitely help you try out whether Qin Huai Ru is moist or not in the future.

He said to Sha Zhu: "This house was left to me by my parents. Why can you divide it up just like that? Is it because you, Sha Zhu, are so shameless?"

"Besides, my parents had already paid for these houses at the street office, and the deeds are in my house."

"What qualifications do you have to share my house?"

The third uncle Yan Bugui pushed his glasses that were about to slip off, and said slowly: "Yan Xiaoyao, you can't live in so many places by yourself. We are all neighbors, so we should help each other." There was a calculating light flashing in his slender eyes, and his dry lips opened and closed, like a cunning fox.

Damn it, this stingy old man Yan is probably also eyeing his own house.

Either he accepted favors from the first or second uncle, what a bastard.

What a pity that he is still a teacher! He is really misleading his students.

Just wait for me!

Your Yu Li can't escape either.

Yan Xiaoyao glared at Yan Laokou and said, "This house is the legal property of my family."

"Uncle, you are a teacher, you should know that what you are doing is illegal!"

When Jia Zhang heard this, she jumped up and pointed at Yan Xiaoyao and cursed, "You jinx, how can you talk to an elder like that? This house must be divided up!"

After hearing what the old woman said, Yan Xiaoyao was so angry that he clenched his fists and wished he could kill her right now.

He said, "Don't go too far! My parents sacrificed their lives for the country. This house is a memory they left for me. No one should think of taking it!"

There was anger burning in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn these greedy people in front of him to ashes.

At this time, the uncle Yi Zhonghai coughed, forced a fake smile on his face, and said, "Yan Xiaoyao, we are not deliberately making things difficult for you, but we just think it's a pity that this house is empty. How about this, you vacate two rooms, and the courtyard will compensate you."

Yan Xiaoyao sneered: "Compensation? Ha, what compensation can you give me?"

"You have such a high salary, but you don't have any descendants, and you live in two big rooms. I don't see you taking care of everyone."

"Besides, my mother passed away some time ago, and the neighborhood office helped to handle her funeral."

"It's only been a few days and you're already planning on taking over my house. Are you still human?"

As Yi Zhonghai's number one thug, Sha Zhu stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed his muscular arms.

He said, "Boy, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. The three masters have the final say in all matters in this courtyard."

His arrogant expression made people feel disgusted.

Yan Xiaoyao stared at Sha Zhu, his eyes full of disdain: "Sha Zhu, don't join in the fun. I know exactly what you are thinking."

"You really inherited a lot from your father, He Daqing."

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, then became angry and embarrassed, his face flushed red: "Hey, you are quite arrogant!" As he said that, he was about to raise his fist to attack.

At this moment, Lou Xiao'e stepped forward, her beautiful face full of anger: "So many of you bullying a child, is there any justice in the world?"

Xu Damao quickly pulled the corner of Lou Xiao'e's clothes, his face full of panic: "Don't meddle in other people's business."

Lou Xiao'e shook off Xu Damao's hand fiercely and said with a firm look: "Yan Xiaoyao's parents are both heroes. Are you doing this to them?" Her voice was clear and loud, echoing in the yard.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.

Seeing that the situation was not good, an old man named Yi Zhonghai quickly said, "Everyone calm down, let's discuss it again." Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his eyes revealed a hint of panic.

Yan Xiaoyao said loudly: "There is nothing to discuss. I will not give up this house!"

His voice was firm and without any hesitation.

Seeing this, the second uncle Liu Haizhong's face became even uglier. He pointed at Yan Xiaoyao and said, "Yan Xiaoyao, don't be ungrateful. This courtyard belongs to everyone, not just you."

Yan Xiaoyao glared at him, his eyes like a torch: "This is my house, come and rob it if you dare!"

"If you dare to rob, I will report you to the Military Control Office."

"I want to see if you would eat peanuts if you robbed the property of the widow of a martyr's family?"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the yard was extremely tense, as if a spark could trigger a war.

Qin Huairu whispered at the side: "Yan Xiaoyao, we are all considering the overall interests of the hospital, so please make a concession." There was a hint of helplessness and begging in her eyes.

Yan Xiaoyao looked at Qin Huairu and said disappointedly: "Sister Qin, do you think so too? This is my house, why should I give in?"

The third uncle spoke again, with a fake smile on his face: "Yan Xiaoyao, how about this, we find you a smaller house, and you give up these three rooms."

Yan Xiaoyao shook his head firmly: "Impossible! I'm not going anywhere, this is my home!"

Jia Zhang started to throw a tantrum again. She sat on the ground, slapped her thighs and cried, "Oh, Old Jia! Dongxu! Come up quickly and take this jinx away!"

Just when everyone was in a stalemate, Director Wang from the Street Office walked in with steady steps.

"I heard the noise outside. What are they doing?" Director Wang asked seriously, her eyes like torches scanning everyone present.

When everyone saw Director Wang, they felt like eggplants hit by frost and immediately felt guilty.

The old man quickly explained with a smile: "Director Wang, we are discussing the allocation of houses in the hospital."

Director Wang looked at Yan Xiaoyao with concern in his eyes: "Xiaoyao, can you tell me what's going on?"

Yan Xiaoyao told Director Wang exactly what had happened, his voice trembling with excitement.

After hearing this, Director Wang's face darkened and he shouted, "Nonsense! This house is the legal property of Yan Xiaoyao's family, no one is allowed to take it!"

Her voice was powerful and unmistakable.

Jia Zhang muttered, "Director Wang, this house is empty anyway..."

Director Wang interrupted her, his eyes stern: "It's not your turn to grab it even if it's empty! Yan Xiaoyao's parents have made contributions to the country, we can't let the descendants of heroes suffer injustice."

The third uncle nodded and bowed quickly: "Yes, yes, Director Wang is right."

Director Wang looked around at everyone and said seriously, "If anyone mentions dividing up Yan Xiaoyao's house again, I will never let him off easily!"

No one dared to say a word, they lowered their heads like a group of children who had done something wrong.

Director Wang then said to Yan Xiaoyao, "Don't be afraid, kid. The Street Office will take care of it for you."

Yan Xiaoyao said gratefully: "Thank you, Director Wang."

The farce finally ended with the arrival of Director Wang, and everyone dispersed in disgrace.

Yan Xiaoyao looked at the backs of the beasts as they left and swore secretly in his heart.

Once I get familiar with this world, I'll see how I can play with you beasts.

After returning to the room, Yan Xiaoyao sat on the edge of the bed, unable to calm down for a long time.

His face was still a little red due to anger, and sweat soaked his forehead.

He knew that after this incident, people in the hospital would definitely have opinions about him, but he didn't care.

Damn, I felt this group of people were disgusting when I read the novel.

I didn't expect it to be even more disgusting after seeing the real person...

Before he knew it, it was already dark. Yan Xiaoyao lay on the bed, looking at the mottled marks on the ceiling, his thoughts drifting away. He was thinking about what the future would be like and how he should deal with the various issues in the courtyard.

As he thought about it, he gradually fell asleep. . .