Siheyuan: Yan Jiekuang's carefree life

The third aunt was the first to agree: "Old Yan, Jie Kuang is right!"

Yan Bugui said: "It will cost a lot of money to buy that house."

Yan Jiekuang said, "Dad, money is not a problem. Please go and ask for the price when you have time."

Yan Bugui said: "When someone asked today, I heard them say that it seemed to cost 8,000 yuan. If you really want it, you can get it for 6,000 yuan."

Yan Jiekuang thought about it for two or three minutes and asked, "Dad, are there any other residents in that house?!"

Yan Bugui replied: "After the house was taken away, it became a factory of the street office. After their family was rehabilitated, the street office moved the factory away and returned the house to them. However, if the house is bought and renovated, it will cost a lot of money."

Yan Jiekuang thought for a moment and said, "Dad, thank you for your trouble. Go find out about the house tomorrow. And see if anyone is selling any courtyard houses around here."

"Okay! I'll help you find out tomorrow." After that, Yan Bugui asked, "Jie Kuang, how did you two do in the exam today?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied, "It shouldn't be a big problem. When the results come out, I'll go to the company and apply for unpaid leave. If that doesn't work out, I'll just sell my workstation. Anyway, the university will assign jobs after graduation. A few years won't be a big deal."

The third aunt asked, "How much can this job sell for?!"

Yan Bugui replied: "The current salary for regular workers is 800 yuan, and the salary for temporary workers is about 400 to 500 yuan. Jiekuang's job is to be a buyer, which is lucrative. You can sell it for 1,000 yuan."

The third aunt said, "Except for medical schools, other universities require four years of study. Even if you sell them for 1,000 yuan, it's only 250 yuan a year on average, which is just over 20 yuan a month. How can you calculate this business and lose money?!" Then the third aunt looked at Yan Jiekuang and said, "Son, I think you should not go to university."

Yan Jiekuang said, "Mom, there are subsidies for going to college. If I don't have a job and have children at home, I can get 22 yuan a month for living expenses and 4 yuan for student aid. Add up to 26 yuan. Xiaohui has a job, and according to the regulations, she can apply for unpaid leave, and she can get 14 yuan a month for living expenses and 4 yuan for student aid, which adds up to 18 yuan. This money is enough for us to live on."

Yan Bugui said, "Jie Kuang, don't listen to your mother. Just go and study as long as you pass the exam. It never hurts to study more."

The third aunt said hurriedly: "Old man, you can't spoil Jie Kuang?!"

Yan Bugui glared at his wife and said, "Old woman, what do you know?! Don't lose the big picture while picking up sesame seeds. Although the income will be less in these four years, you will be a cadre after graduating from university. The starting point is different."

The third aunt compromised and said, "I can't argue with you. Do whatever you want. I don't care. I'll just take care of my eldest grandson and granddaughter."

The next morning, Yan Jiekuang and Su Zihui had breakfast and went out to work. Yan Bugui said hello to his wife and followed him out. While walking around, Yan Bugui came to the vicinity of Courtyard 17 and began to inquire about the situation. It would have been fine if he hadn't asked, but after asking, Yan Bugui was shocked. After the house was confiscated, it was indeed converted into a factory of the street office. Later, the street office learned that the Wen family had been rehabilitated, so they moved the factory of the street office away. I don't know which wicked person came up with this idea. While the Wen family hadn't returned yet, the workers of the street office factory who had housing difficulties moved in.

The Wen family came back and asked the street office for the house. The street office just helped them with the paperwork and then pushed the matter to the street office factory. The two sides kicked the ball back and forth, and the Wen family had no choice but to sell the house. However, they asked for too high a price, and many people asked but never heard back.

Since this was a trap, Yan Bugui would never let Yan Jiekuang fall into it. After finding out the news, Yan Bugui didn't want to continue and went straight home.

The third aunt, who was in the yard with her two children basking in the sun, saw Yan Bugui coming back and immediately went to greet him and asked, "Old Yan, have you found out the situation?!"

Yan Bugui replied, "I have found out everything. This house is a trap." Then Yan Bugui seemed to have found someone to confide in, and he told his wife everything he had learned in detail. After hearing what Yan Bugui said, the third aunt frowned tightly, with a worried expression on her face, and asked, "What should we do now?!"

Yan Bugui smiled and replied, "More and more people have been rehabilitated recently. Many houses have been returned. Just ask around. You will always find a suitable house." Then he urged, "Old lady, go and cook. I'll take care of the children."

"Okay! I'll make it for you!" After saying that, the third aunt walked slowly towards the kitchen.

A little after two o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Bugui had just come out of the main room after taking a nap with his grandchildren, when he saw Yan Jiekuang coming in from outside pushing a bicycle. Yan Bugui asked, "Why are you back so early today?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied, "I have completed this month's purchasing task, so I came back early." Then he asked, "Dad, what's the situation with the house?!"

Yan Bugui said, "Don't mention this. It makes me angry just talking about it."

Yan Jiekuang asked: "What's the matter?!"

Yan Bugui did not hide anything and told Yan Jiekuang what he had found out. After Yan Jiekuang heard Yan Bugui's story, he felt a bit amused and said, "How unlucky is the Wen family?"

"Isn't it?!" Yan Bugui echoed, and then asked: "Jie Kuang, what should we do now?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "What else can we do? Let's find another house!"

In a blink of an eye, more than a month passed. It was the day when the college entrance examination results were announced. Yan Bugui got up before dawn. He ran to the newsstand and thought he was the first one today. Unexpectedly, there were already many people queuing up there. From what some people were talking about, it turned out that the person at the front of the line had arrived at midnight.

Just after six o'clock in the morning, the newspapers arrived. Yan Bugui followed the people in line and moved forward little by little. After waiting in line for more than an hour, Yan Bugui finally bought the newspaper. As he walked, Yan Bugui looked for the names of Yan Jiekuang and his wife and Yan Jiedi and his wife in the newspaper.

But Yan Bugui had only walked a few steps when he found the names of Yan Jiekuang and his wife, and Yan Jiedi and his wife in the newspaper. Seeing the results behind the names, Yan Bugui jumped up excitedly and ran towards the courtyard.

"Old lady! Old lady!" Yan Bugui started yelling as soon as he entered the courtyard. The third aunt heard the noise and came out from the inner room and asked, "Old Yan, what's the matter?!"

Yan Bugui waved the newspaper in his hand and said, "They passed the exam! They passed the exam! Jie Kuang and his wife, Jie Di and his wife all passed the exam."

The third aunt asked in disbelief: "Really?!"

Yan Bugui said, "It's all published in the newspaper, how can it be false?!" After that, Yan Bugui unfolded the newspaper and pointed to the place where the names of Yan Jiekuang and his wife and Yan Jiedi and his wife were written on the newspaper, and said, "Look?! Isn't it written here?!"

Auntie No. 3 looked in the direction Yan Bugui pointed, and sure enough, it was Yan Jiekuang and his wife, and Yan Jiedi and his wife. The names might be the same, but it was impossible for two admission ticket numbers to be the same. Auntie No. 3 had memorized the admission ticket numbers of Yan Jiekuang and his wife, and Yan Jiedi and his wife, word for word. So when she saw the admission ticket numbers in front of the names, Auntie No. 3 finally put her heart at ease.