Siheyuan: Yan Jiekuang's carefree life

"Teacher Yan, where are you taking these two children?!" After lunch, Yan Bugui took a rest for a while and just as he was about to go out with the two children, the neighbors started asking questions.

Yan Bugui smiled and replied, "It's a rare break. I'll take the two kids out for a walk."

When Yan Jiekuang heard what Yan Bugui said, he secretly laughed in his heart: "I really didn't expect it?! Old Yan is really good at flattering himself."

There are many recycling stations in the city, but there are only four warehouses for recycling. One of them is relatively large and is not far from Nanluoguxiang.

After walking for about half an hour, Yan Bugui, his son and daughter arrived at the warehouse door. Yan Bugui knocked on the window of the communication room. The old man at the door opened the window and asked, "What's the matter?!"

Yan Bugui replied: "Find some waste newspapers and old furniture."

The old man at the gate looked at the father and his two sons and said, "Go in! Don't take anything you shouldn't take. Also, pick out the good stuff and bring it to me for valuation and weight."

"Hey!" Yan Bugui responded and brought Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi into the house.

Although Yan Jiekuang had been to the recycling station to look for things, he had never been here. Seeing the pile of things in front of him, Yan Jiekuang was surprised and said, "There are so many things here?!"

Yan Bugui smiled and said, "This is the main warehouse of all the waste recycling stations in Dongcheng. Of course there are a lot of things!"

Yan Jiekuang rolled up his sleeves and said, "Dad, please keep an eye on Jie Di. Don't let her run around and hurt herself." After that, Yan Jiekuang ran towards the pile of scrap bicycles and appliances farthest away.

Yan Bugui saw Yan Jiekuang busying himself, so he took Yan Jiedi to the newspaper pile, found two relatively clean picture books, handed them to Yan Jiedi, and said, "Sit here and read them slowly. Don't run around. Your brother and I will call you later."

"Oh!" Yan Jiedi responded obediently, took the picture book and walked to a stack of old newspapers, sat down, and began to read the picture book in her hand carefully.

When Yan Jiekuang was busy dismantling parts, a middle-aged man wearing a hair-pressing cap appeared beside Yan Jiekuang and asked, "Little guy, what are you doing dismantling these parts?!"

Yan Jiekuang glanced at the middle-aged man and replied, "Of course I'll go back and assemble the bicycle."

The middle-aged man asked, "It's already so rotten, how can it still be used?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "Although the things are a little rotten, they are not completely useless. We can still make at least a dozen of these scrapped bicycles by putting them together."

When the middle-aged man heard Yan Jiekuang's words, his eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "Can you really assemble more than a dozen bicycles?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "No more, no less. But it depends on who assembled it." As he spoke, Yan Jiekuang removed another frame from a deformed bicycle and put it aside.

After working for more than an hour, Yan Jiekuang had collected enough parts for two bicycles. Then he looked at the radio not far away. After looking at it for a while, Yan Jiekuang walked over, took out the screws, and opened the radio shell that looked relatively new. Seeing the situation inside, Yan Jiekuang finally understood what it meant to be beautiful on the outside but rotten on the inside. Except for the outer shell, which was still in good condition, the inside was basically burned.

After turning on five or six radios in a row, Yan Jiekuang finally found a radio that didn't have a serious problem. After Yan Jiekuang had piled up the things he wanted, he began to look for Yan Bugui and Yan Jiedi.

Perhaps Yan Bugui had been secretly keeping an eye on Yan Jiekuang. When Yan Jiekuang was looking for Yan Bugui, Yan Bugui and Yan Jiedi walked up to Yan Jiekuang and asked, "Have you picked out everything?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "These are what I want. I'll go look somewhere else."

Yan Bugui said, "Go ahead! I'll help you look after these things."

Yan Jiekuang nodded and walked towards the place where the furniture was piled. Yan Bugui looked at Yan Jiekuang's back and muttered, "This kid is really honest?! Is he really planning to buy furniture?!"

Yan Jiekuang didn't really want to buy furniture. He just wanted to see if he could find a bargain among the furniture. But when Yan Jiekuang really walked to the place where the furniture was piled up, he suddenly felt that he was too stupid! He was too assuming?! The really valuable and good furniture had been picked up long ago. The remaining ones were completely useless. But Yan Jiekuang still didn't give up and started searching.

Perhaps Yan Jiekuang's luck for the day had not run out. After searching through the furniture for a while, he suddenly found something wrong with a crippled cupboard. After a careful inspection, Yan Jiekuang finally found the cupboard's mezzanine. Yan Jiekuang looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he quietly opened the cupboard's mezzanine. Yan Jiekuang did not bother to see what was inside, and put everything into the space.

Ten minutes later, Yan Jiekuang pulled out a wooden box from under a pile of scrap furniture. The box looked inconspicuous, but the material used was very exquisite. Yan Jiekuang did not bother to study the box, but walked directly to Yan Bugui with the box in his hand and said, "Dad, Mom asked me to buy some jars for pickling pickles."

Yan Bugui said, "I have already picked out the jars. I have also placed them at the door." Then he asked, "Jie Kuang, what are you doing with this box?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "I bought so many tools last time, there must be a place to put them, right?!"

"That's true!" Yan Bugui agreed, and after taking a look at the box in Yan Jiekuang's hand, he said, "Jiekuang, you have a good eye! This is sandalwood. It's a pity to use it to store your tools. Otherwise, why don't you use it to store my books?"

Yan Jiekuang rolled his eyes at his father and said, "This is something I like. You want to take it from me? No way!" After that, Yan Jiekuang started to move other things.

Ten minutes later, Yan Jiekuang and Yan Bugui finally moved all the things to the door. The old man at the door weighed the bicycle parts and books one by one. Then he gave a price of 85 yuan. Yan Jiekuang took out the money for the bicycle parts, wooden box and the scrap radio, and then looked at Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui tried hard to plead and reluctantly took out the remaining money. Then Yan Bugui used his work permit as collateral and asked the gatekeeper to borrow a cart. Yan Bugui and his son loaded the things, including Yan Jiedi, onto the cart. The two of them dragged the cart towards the courtyard.

"Ouch?! Uncle, where are you going to purchase the goods?!" Yan Bugui and his son had just entered the alley with a cart when they heard He Yuzhu's teasing voice behind them.

Yan Bugui replied: "Where else can we go? Of course, the warehouse of the waste recycling station."

He Yuzhu asked, "What did you find today?! Does this radio work?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "Although this radio is broken, it can still be used after repair. The sack next to it contains bicycle parts. Although they don't look very good, these parts can be used to assemble two or three bicycles."

He Yuzhu asked: "Uncle, you have so many bicycles, can you use them all?!"

Yan Bugui smiled and asked, "Shazhu, why are you interested?!"

He Yuzhu replied: "Who doesn't want to have a bicycle these days?!"

Yan Jiekuang said, "Brother Zhuzi, given our relationship, I can give you a bicycle. No problem. But I don't get along with your family Yu Shui, so let's not talk about the bicycle."