Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

Everyone in the office is happy, but that is not the case for people in the courtyard. People's joys and sorrows are not shared.

In the evening, Yan Bugui held a meeting at home, which was mainly for Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Bugui thought about it and decided that he must get the 250 yuan back. It was not easy to cheat other people, and the only person he could cheat on now was his eldest son, Yan Jiecheng.

The other three children are still young and are all in school, so they can’t plot against them even if they want to.

"Dad, if you have something to say, please tell me quickly. I'm tired all day and want to rest early."

"Jie Cheng, after this year you will be 19, which means you are an adult."

"Dad, are you going to tell me about your wife?"

Yan Jiecheng was a little excited. The families of the young people of the same age around him had already started arranging blind dates for them, but he hadn't made any moves yet. Now, Yan Bugui took the initiative to propose it, and it seemed that he had already made his choice.

"Jie Cheng, said my wife is not in a hurry."

"Dad, you're not in a hurry, but I am."

"Can you please listen to what I have to say first, kid?"

"Okay, please go ahead."

"Jiecheng, at your age, you have already started living independently abroad. You need to take care of your own food and accommodation."

"No, Dad, you don't want to split up the family, do you? How can you split up the family before you even get married?"

"What the hell are you thinking about all day?"

"What do you mean, then?"

"From now on, you will need to pay extra for living and eating at home."

"Dad, you are so good, but you have smashed the beads on your abacus on your own son's face? If you can't cheat on others, you will cheat on your own son, right?"

"What do you mean by calculating, you idiot? Our family is in trouble right now. As the eldest child in the family, what's wrong with you doing more?"

"Comrade Old Yan, if you say so, let's talk about it."

"What? You still want to make trouble? What do you want to argue with your father about?"

"You're not going to charge me for the two hundred and fifty dollars again?"

"No, the money is lost. There is no point in talking about it again. It will never come back anyway. What I am talking about now is your accommodation and food."

"Hey, I see. How much do you want to charge?"

"Accommodation is 3 dollars per month, and food is 5 dollars. A total of dollars."

"Dad, sometimes I can't even make ten dollars a month. Why don't you round it up to an even number and just take ten dollars?"

"If you want to give it to me, I have no objection."

"Dad, I won't marry a wife either. Let's just separate the family."

Eight yuan a month, Yan Jiecheng was not willing to do it. The income from odd jobs varies from day to day. When things are good, you can earn one or two yuan, and when things are bad, you can only earn a few cents. Even so, there is still work every day. There are too many people without jobs, and the price of odd jobs has been lowered again and again. You say you don't want to do it because the salary is too low? But there are people who are willing to do it.

"you.."

"Cough cough cough..."

"You're a piece of shit."

Yan Bugui was so angry that he was trembling all over. If this got out, his Yan family would have no face to live in this compound. For a little money, his son was plotted away.

"Jie Cheng, you bastard, look how angry your dad is, hurry up and apologize to him."

Seeing Yan Bugui coughing again, Yang Ruihua panicked and hurriedly patted Yan Bugui on the back.

"Apologize? Mom, what did I do wrong?"

"You're wrong for not listening to your father."

"Okay, then I want to learn from Nezha too."

Yan Jiecheng turned around and went to where the kitchen utensils were kept.

"Old Yan, what does Jie Cheng mean? Who is Nezha?"

"I.."

Yan Bugui began to breathe heavily with a hissing sound.

"Dad, Mom, today I want to ask you one question: Have I done anything wrong?"

Yan Jiecheng took out all the kitchen knives.

"Jie Cheng, what are you doing? Do you want to chop your father down?"

Yang Ruihua didn't know what to say now, as the situation was about to get to the point where father and son would kill each other.

"Mom, let me ask you, what did I do wrong?"

"you..."

Yang Ruihua's face turned pale, and she really didn't dare to say that Yan Jiecheng was wrong anymore.

"Dad, tell me."

Fortunately, Yan Jiecheng knew the seriousness of the matter and did not point the kitchen knife at Yan Bugui.

"Jie Cheng, put down your knife first. If you don't agree, we can discuss it."

Yan Bugui did not dare to provoke Yan Jiecheng anymore. If this silly boy was serious and really imitated Nezha by cutting off the bones to return to his father and cutting off the flesh to return to his mother, it would be "hilarious".

Unfortunately, Yan Bugui did not notice the slight tremor in Yan Jiecheng's hand.

"Dad, do you think I should pay back the hundred dollars I owed last year?"

"Yes."

"Is what happened last year my responsibility?"

"It's your responsibility."

"I admit that I am responsible, but don't you have any responsibility? Before I left, you told me to listen to Jia Dongxu and Sha Zhu. But when something went wrong, I took the full responsibility. Did I say anything?"

"No, but you're not really willing to do it."

"Even though I didn't want to, didn't I still pay it back?"

"Yes, Jie Cheng, you deserve recognition for this. I hope you can continue to promote this style."

"Whoever wants to promote this style can do so. I don't want to promote it anymore."

"Xie Cheng, I have to say something about you. You must continue to promote good styles and set a good example for your brothers and sisters."

"Then could you please show some style and ask if the money can be waived?"

"No, that's impossible, Jie Cheng, you have to know that Dad only makes less than 30 yuan a month to support so many people in the family. If I didn't calculate a little, how could I have raised you to this age?"

"Yes, you have been very calculating in your life. You calculated and calculated, and finally the money went into other people's pockets. That's great."

"Cough cough cough..."

Being cheated out of more than 200 yuan by Jia Dongxu will become Yan Bugui's eternal pain.

"Dad, five dollars a month, I'll only give five dollars, if you give me one cent more we'll split the family business."

Yan Jiecheng decided to take a step back, as life at home was indeed not easy.

"You...Okay, then in that case, you can earn the money for your marriage yourself in the future."

"Hey, I don't care. I can't get a wife, so I'm not the one who is embarrassed."

Just this one sentence was enough to capture Yan Bugui's imagination. Not to mention in that era, even in the 21st century, if a child in a family could not find a wife, it would be shameful and he would be laughed at by others.

"Get lost, and remember to pay the money at the end of the month."

"Which month does the money Dad pay at the end of the month count as?"

"Of course this month's."

"This month is over, why should I pay more? At least I have to start from next month. I pay five dollars at the beginning of every month."

There is really no other way, the main reason is that he earns little. If Yan Jiecheng had a stable job, perhaps he wouldn't mind these days.

"Old Yan, don't worry about it. Let's start from next month."

Yang Ruihua spoke up. She was afraid that if they couldn't reach an agreement in the next few days and something went wrong, she would have no place to regret it.

"Okay, it's settled."

Yan Jiecheng returned to his bedroom with satisfaction. Yan Bugui was angry, so he came out to get some fresh air.

As soon as I came out, I saw Yi Zhonghai coming back from outside. He brought a lot of things, including wine and meat.

"Old Yan, why don't you come over for a drink later?"

When meeting acquaintances, it is still necessary to say polite words.

"Yi Zhonghai, why are you pretending to be a good person? Liu Guozheng is right. You should be exterminated."

Yi Zhonghai was so depressed by just one sentence that he became autistic. Yi Zhonghai did not expect this. Although what he said was polite, you, Yan Bugui, can't just hit me in the heart, right?

Yan Bugui turned around and went home, feeling even more upset.