Siheyuan: Yan Jiekuang's carefree life

Yan Bugui was immediately amused after hearing what Yan Jiekuang said, and asked with a smile: "Jiekuang, are you really going to let me assemble the bicycles from now on?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "We are the men of Beijing. We keep our word. Besides, I won't make a living by this craft in the future."

"Okay!" Yan Bugui readily agreed and said with a smile, "Then I'll take advantage of you!" Then he asked, "Jie Kuang, since you taught me the skill of assembling bicycles, can you also teach me the skill of repairing radios?!"

"Want to learn how to repair radios? Easy!" Yan Jiekuang seemed to have been prepared. He took out a "Radio Troubleshooting and Repair Manual" from his schoolbag and handed it to Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui took the book and quickly scanned the table of contents. His eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "I never thought you had such a good book in your hands?!"

Yan Jiekuang reminded him, "Dad, books are useless. Just reading books without practicing is useless. Go to the recycling station and find some that are not too badly damaged, and come back to study them. Practice more, and you will be able to get the hang of it soon."

The third aunt said, "Old Yan, look at how good our Jie Kuang is! He taught you all the skills to make money. I feel so bad for our Jie Kuang."

Yan Bugui hurriedly said, "Not a loss! Not a loss! This is called keeping the money within the family. Isn't it the same whether the money goes into my pocket or his pocket?!" Then Yan Bugui put the book back to his sleeping room, said goodbye to his wife and went out.

About an hour later, Yan Bugui returned with an old man with a goatee. Yan Bugui pointed to the gatehouse and the two back rooms and said, "Old Lei, these are the two and a half rooms. How much do you think it will cost to clean up the house?!"

"Old Yan, this is not a public house, why did you open the door?!" The second aunt came in from outside and saw Yan Bugui bringing people to see the house, and couldn't help asking.

Yan Bugui said: "Because the street office is short of funds, many houses cannot be repaired. My three sons are growing up day by day, and I can't let them live together after they get married. So I applied to the street office to rent the back house in our courtyard. But the cost of house repair is borne by our family ourselves."

When the people around who were watching the fun heard that they would have to bear the cost of repairs themselves, those who had originally wanted to follow the trend and go to the street office to apply for the remaining few back houses all backed off.

Old Lei carefully checked the house and said, "Teacher Yan, this house has not been occupied for a long time, and it is a bit rotten inside. Not only do the tiles on the roof need to be replaced, but even the beams need to be replaced. It will cost at least three hundred to completely repair these two and a half rooms."

Yan Bugui pretended to be embarrassed, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Old Lei, I believe you! I'll do whatever you say. I won't bargain for money, but I must guarantee the quality."

Old Leitou said with a smile: "Teacher Yan, don't worry! I, Old Leitou, have been doing house repair work for so many years, I can't destroy my own reputation, right?!"

Yan Bugui took out two hundred yuan and handed it to Lao Leitou, saying, "Here's two hundred yuan, take it. We'll give you more or less money later. Do you think it's okay?"

"Okay!" Old Leitou agreed readily. He took the money and counted it. After making sure there was no problem, he put the money in his pocket and said, "Teacher Yan, we'll take advantage of the good weather. I'll bring people here tomorrow morning."

After Old Leitou left, Yi Zhonghai walked in from outside. Yi Zhonghai asked, "Old Yan, what's going on?!"

Yan Bugui did not hide anything and told Yi Zhonghai what he had just said to the neighbors. After listening to Yan Bugui's narration, Yi Zhonghai frowned slightly. But this time Yi Zhonghai learned his lesson and did not make trouble. He exchanged a few words with Yan Bugui and returned to the middle courtyard.

Liu Guiying, who was sewing clothes at home, saw Yi Zhonghai coming back from outside looking unhappy and asked, "Old Yi, what's wrong?!"

Yi Zhonghai sighed and said, "What else can we do?! Yan Bugui is getting angry now. There are many families in our courtyard who have difficulty finding housing. He, the manager, does not think about seeking benefits for the people in the courtyard, but instead plans for himself." Then Yi Zhonghai told his wife about Yan Bugui's application to the street office to rent a house.

After listening to Yi Zhonghai's narration, Liu Guiying echoed, "This Yan Bugui is really something! How could he be like this?! Go talk to Old Liu later. You two should go talk to him together."

Yi Zhonghai's face changed and he said, "What identity do I have to talk to him?!" Then Yi Zhonghai walked to the table and sat down. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it and took two puffs, and said, "I'm hungry, let's eat!"

At the same time, Liu Haizhong walked in from outside. He saw many people standing at the door of the back house. Liu Haizhong stopped and listened for a while, then walked to Yan Bugui and asked, "Old Yan, why didn't you inform me beforehand about your application to the street office for renting a house?! You are putting me in a passive position?!"

Yan Bugui said, "Old Liu, why are you so passive? We are just ordinary managers. Our mission is to prevent enemy spies, convey the spirit of the superiors, and mediate minor conflicts between neighbors. To put it bluntly, we are useless. If you have this free time, you might as well drink a little wine at home and take a rest."

Liu Haizhong glared at Yan Bugui and said angrily, "This is really unreasonable!"

Yan Bugui watched Liu Haizhong's back and sneered, "With just this little ability, you still want to pretend in front of me?!"

"Mom! Liu Haizhong is back! Go find him quickly!" Jia Dongxu, who was guarding the window, saw Liu Haizhong enter the backyard and hurriedly shouted to his mother.

Jia Zhang ran to Jia Dongxu and asked, "Is he really back?!"

Jia Dongxu replied: "I'm back! I've already entered the backyard!"

"I'll go find him right away!" After saying that, Jia Zhang ran out. Not long after, Jia Zhang stopped Liu Haizhong at the door of his house and said, "Liu Haizhong, you are the head of our courtyard. Our family is in trouble now, can you help with this matter?!"

Liu Haizhong, who was angry, asked back: "How do you want me to manage it?!"

When Jia Zhang heard what Liu Haizhong said, she felt that Liu Haizhong was very sensible. She looked around and said with a smile, "Liu Haizhong, I can tell you are someone who can handle important matters. My request is not high. Can you gather the people in our courtyard and organize a fund-raising for our family? Just like the past two years."

Liu Haizhong said, "You want to raise funds? Fine! Go to the street office and apply. Once the street office approves it, I will immediately gather everyone in the hospital to raise funds for your family."

Jia Zhang was stunned and said, "What does this have to do with the Street Office? You are the most important person in charge of our courtyard now, so why don't you just say it?"

Liu Haizhong sneered, "I can't take care of your family's affairs. You'd better go find someone who can take care of it!" After saying that, Liu Haizhong left Jia Zhang who was standing there in a daze and went straight into the house.

The moment Liu Haizhong's door closed, Jia Zhang came to her senses and shouted angrily, "Liu Haizhong! You big idiot! You are totally incompetent!"

"Whose dog is barking?!" At this moment, the second aunt's voice rang out. Then the door of Liu Haizhong's house opened and a basin of water poured out.