Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Boss, how is it?"

No one else in the Yan family dared to speak, and Yang Ruihua finally couldn't help but ask.

"Hard to say."

"Boss, what do you mean by hard to say? Success is success, failure is failure. Why are you still saying ambiguous things in your own home?"

"Ugh!"

Yan Bugui's worry was written all over his face. Asking him to take the money would be like cutting his flesh.

"Dad, can you... tell me?"

Yan Jiecheng was anxious. The whole family was sitting around the table, waiting for dinner, but Yan Bugui didn't move his chopsticks, and no one dared to move either.

Besides, even if the work fails, I can't delay eating, right? Eating early can allow me to rest more, as I still have heavy work to do in the afternoon.

"The head of the family, Xie Cheng, is right. Let's eat first."

Yang Ruihua also realized that the job was probably out of the question, otherwise Yan Bugui would not have had this expression and would not have sighed after returning.

"How can I eat that?"

Does the Yan family have one thousand yuan? Yes, they do. That was all inherited by Yan Bugui from his father, and only a small part was saved by himself.

Since he has money, why did Yan Bugui take out two small yellow croakers when Jia Dongxu led people to raise funds last time?

The main thing is that Yan Bugui wanted to give people the impression that he had emptied the family's wealth. The small yellow croaker that was originally intended to be a family heirloom was taken out, so there must be no other money left in the family.

After all, Yan Bugui often talked about being poor. If he could casually take out 500 yuan in cash, then no one would believe him when he said he was in financial difficulty in the future. At least Yi Zhonghai, Sha Zhu and the Jia family would not believe him.

"Dad, if you can't eat, don't eat. Give me your share. I have an important job to do in the afternoon."

“Pah…”

As soon as Yan Jiecheng stretched out his hand in front of Yan Bugui, Yan Bugui hit his hand with a chopstick: "You little bastard, I have classes in the afternoon. How can I go to class when I'm hungry?"

"Jie Cheng, stop making trouble. Your father is the pillar of the family. He can't starve. Our family is counting on him."

"Mom, I was testing my dad to see if he really didn't want to eat. Sure enough... hehe."

As Yan Jiecheng is often the one who is plotted against at home, he naturally understands his father's mentality. He wants to work but doesn't want to spend money, so he is struggling with it.

Yan Jiecheng didn't have much hope for a job, even though he really wanted to find a decent job. He had had opportunities before, but Yan Bugui was reluctant to pay for it.

"Yan Jiecheng, do you have a conscience to laugh at your father?"

"Dad, how dare I laugh at you?"

"Jie Cheng, I found this job for you. If you don't care about it, then I really have no other choice."

"Dad, I would like to pay attention to it, but where can I get the money? Otherwise, Dad, see how much I can be worth if you sell me."

"The treasonous son, the treasonous son."

Yan Bugui's hands trembled and he almost dropped the bowl.

"That's it. If you're willing to pay, I'll thank you. If not, I'll continue doing my odd jobs. Besides, life isn't a lifetime, right, Dad?"

"Humph!"

Yan Bugui glared at Yan Jiecheng and said nothing more. Regarding the job, he needed to think carefully and do the math to see if it was worth the money.

...............

Liu Guozheng finished his meal in the office, took a rest for a while, and went straight back to the village in the afternoon.

"Brother Zheng, I was just about to call you."

When Chen Weiguo saw Liu Guozheng coming back, he hurried to greet him.

"Weiguo, what are you busy with recently? You haven't been here for a long time."

"Brother Zheng, let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Ran Qiuye, who is now a primary school teacher."

Only then did Liu Guozheng notice that the person next to Chen Weiguo looked quiet and gentle, not very pretty, but had a scholarly air.

"Hello, Teacher Ran."

"Hello, Brother Zheng."

Ran Qiuye speaks in a soft and gentle voice, sounding like she is suitable to be a teacher, especially the sincere smile on her face, which seems to infect everyone she meets.

"Brother Zheng, I...I..."

Chen Weiguo didn't know how to start the conversation, and Ran Qiuye beside him also looked a little nervous.

"Weiguo, boy, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you so hesitant? If you have something to say, just say it."

"Brother Zheng, it's like this, Qiuye and I are planning to get married this year."

"That's a good thing. Is there something missing?"

"No, Qiuye is currently teaching at the Red Star Primary School in Dongcheng. As you know, it's a bit far from here. I'm thinking of using some connections to transfer Qiuye to work in the Jingxi mining area. The schools in the city are already full, so I want to ask, does our village still need teachers?"

"Oh, I understand. Weiguo, you are worried about your wife."

"Hey, Brother Zheng, you are embarrassed."

Chen Weiguo felt a little embarrassed, and Ran Qiuye blushed and lowered her head.

"Okay, I agree to this, but I don't have the connections to transfer Teacher Ran from Dongcheng to here."

"Brother Zheng, my uncle has connections, as long as our village can accept it, it's fine."

"As long as Teacher Ran is willing to come, we will definitely welcome him. Weiguo, you know that we have always been short of teachers. Many people dislike us because we are from the countryside and are unwilling to come. Teacher Ran's coming here can be regarded as a solution to our urgent needs."

"Brother Zheng, I'm really afraid of causing trouble for you."

"Weiguo, let alone Teacher Ran, I wouldn't mind if you could find a few more teachers to come over."

"Brother Zheng, this seems a bit difficult."

Even if Chen Weiguo's uncle had connections, he wouldn't dare to guarantee that he could transfer people over unless they were willing, just like Ran Qiuye.

"Brother Zheng, I...I can recommend two people."

"Teacher Ran, you say."

"Brother Zheng, my parents are unemployed at home now. They used to be university teachers and studied abroad. Because of some problems, so..."

Ran Qiuye didn’t know how to express this problem. She was also afraid that Liu Guozheng had the same attitude as those people and had some "prejudice" against those who had studied abroad.

"Really? Then Teacher Ran can go back and ask the two elders if they can come to our village. I don't know how high the salary will be, but at least they will provide food and accommodation. There should be no problem."

"Brother Zheng, thank you. I think my parents will definitely agree. They can't stay idle at home either."

"Well, if this is done, I will treat you two to a big dinner."

Liu Guozheng has been worried recently. After all, Lou Xiao'e and Chen Xiaolan's bellies are getting bigger and bigger, and it is not convenient for them to continue teaching. Besides, there is still a big gap between them and professional teachers.

Now, if nothing unexpected happens with the teacher, there should be no problem. Judging from Ran Qiuye's age, his parents must not be too old either, so he can teach for another 20 years without any problem.

By that time I hope Xincun Primary School will not be short of teachers.