Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

Wang Bo lived in the earthquake shelter for two days, but found it really uncomfortable. Moreover, it was inconvenient for so many people to enter the small courtyard, so he moved back into the house with his wife and children.

Seeing that Wang Bo returned home without any accident, the neighbors also moved their things back to their homes, leaving only the messy earthquake shelter in the yard.

Normal order was quickly restored in the old city, and people went to work and school as usual, and worked and ate as usual.

Wang Bo did the same. He would take a walk in the steel rolling mill during work, play with his children after get off work, and when it was late at night, he would go into the small courtyard to practice "The Short Day".

Now the true Qi in Wang Bo's Dantian is no longer a ball, but has condensed into a nearly liquid Qi liquid. As Wang Bo's small and large circulations run, the Qi liquid surges rapidly in the meridians of his body.

After completing his training, Wang Bo stood up and with a wave of his hand, an apple floated over from the fruit tree and gently fell into Wang Bo's hand.

Wang Bo was chewing an apple while thinking, even after practicing this technique for such a long time, it was still not as powerful as her bare hands. There was one thing, her body was getting better and better, and she was getting younger and younger with each practice. Now Yu Shui even said that Wang Bo could call her sister.

Is this “Bitter Days Are Short” a practice specifically for longevity?

As for opening the gate and returning to the original world, it is still a pipe dream.

Wang Bo finished eating the apple in his hand, picked up two more and took them out.

More than 20 days passed, and the aftershocks that people were worried about did not occur. Wang Bo chose a weekend evening and gathered everyone together again.

In the middle courtyard, some neighbors were sitting on makeshift beds in the earthquake shelter, and some were sitting on small benches. They were all looking at Wang Bo who was sitting at the eight-immortals table, wondering what he was doing holding this courtyard-wide meeting.

When Wang Bo saw that most people had arrived, he put the enamel pot down and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Dear neighbors, the earthquake has been over for more than 20 days, and there have been no aftershocks, but the three earthquake shelters in our compound are still standing here, which has seriously affected our lives. That's why we gathered everyone together to discuss whether to demolish these earthquake shelters."

When the neighbors heard that Wang Bo wanted to demolish the earthquake shelter, they immediately started talking about it. Some were worried about another earthquake and didn't want to demolish it now, while others felt that there would definitely not be another earthquake and that these shelters that were in the way should be demolished.

After everyone discussed for a while, Wang Bo interrupted them.

"My idea is to tear down all the earthquake shelters. There are two main reasons. First, everyone lives in houses now. No one lives outside. Even if there is an earthquake, it will be the same as before. These earthquake shelters are just for decoration. Besides, these shelters are easy to build. If there is another earthquake, we can build them in half a day."

"Another reason is that it's already late August, the beginning of autumn, and it's time to plant cabbage and radishes in the vegetable fields. If we delay this, we'll have to buy vegetables for the whole winter, and the cost is not small. We can't plant unless we take down the shed."

The neighbors didn't take the first reason seriously, but when the second reason came out, most of them nodded. They pulled out all the vegetables in the vegetable garden in order to build the earthquake shelter. Since there was no earthquake, they couldn't delay planting cabbages.

As soon as Wang Bo finished speaking, a neighbor immediately spoke up to express his agreement.

Yan Bugui downstairs couldn't sit still anymore. He already had his own ideas about this earthquake shelter.

He has the most children in the entire compound. However, due to his status as a small property owner, his three sons' units have put a block on their allocation of houses. They are still renting two houses from Wang Bo's family. He has long planned to build a few houses in front of his home in the name of earthquake shelters.

In order to share the firepower, he discussed with Liu Haizhong, Xu Damao and Qin Huairu that there were large areas of vacant land in front of several houses, which were suitable for building houses.

Now Wang Bo is going to ruin his plan with just a few words, how could he be willing to accept this?

Seeing that the neighbors were gradually agreeing to demolish the earthquake shelter, Yan Bugui was so anxious that he could no longer sit still. He stood up and said to Wang Bo:

"Uncle, natural disasters are merciless. What if there is another earthquake? If anything happens to the neighbors, will you be able to take responsibility? No matter what you say, I don't agree to demolish the earthquake shelter!"

Liu Haizhong also shouted from below: "That's right, safety comes first. It's only been a short time since the earthquake. Xiaobo, why are you so short-sighted? I don't agree to demolish the earthquake shelter either."

Both families had large populations, and they joined in the commotion, opposing Wang Bo's demolition of the earthquake shelter.

Wang Bo picked up the enamel pot and knocked on the table. Looking at the grief-stricken Yan Bugui, he chuckled and said, "Old Yan, when did you learn to put labels on others? Come on, come on, tell us what you want."

Yan Bugui saw that Wang Bo asked him to speak, and thought that his words had frightened Wang Bo. Although there was a smug look in his eyes, he still said in grief and indignation:

"I, Yan Bugui, am almost sixty years old. I am not afraid of death, but I have so many children in my family. How could I bear it if something happened to them? Wang Bo, if you want to demolish it, then demolish it. I don't care about other people's houses. Anyway, I must build an earthquake shelter for my own children."

Xu Damao on the side also joined in the fun, "It's the same in my family!"

At this time, Sha Zhu said, "Come on, Xu Damao, you don't have any children at home."

Immediately the neighbors burst into laughter.

Seeing that the topic was getting off track, Liu Haizhong quickly stood up and said, "Xiaobo, don't worry about it. Tomorrow we will tear down all these sheds. Those who are willing to build earthquake sheds can continue to build them in front of their own homes. We won't force those who don't want to. It's all voluntary, and the neighbors are responsible for their own safety."

"That makes sense," Wang Bo nodded in agreement. "But Haizhong, you all have open space outside your doors, so you can choose any one you want. The problem is that there are so many households in our compound that don't have open space outside their doors. What if they also want to build earthquake shelters?"

What is worrying is not the lack of shelter but the inequality of shelter. When the other residents heard that Yan Bugui and his family wanted to build an earthquake shelter at their doorstep, they were not happy about it. Wang Bo instigated them and the crowd became even more excited.

"Uncle is right!"

"That's right! Why can you build a shed but we can't? Either everyone builds one or no one does. Don't think of taking advantage of us!"

"Why are you building this? We still have to grow cabbages. Whoever occupies my land will die!"

"That's right, we can't even live like this! What's the use of a broken shed? Farming is still more practical. We've only had a few days of good life, and you don't know how expensive food is!"

Yan Bugui was immediately furious when he saw that the neighbors were all against his proposal. However, he couldn't win the argument alone. He was feeling aggrieved when suddenly his body swayed and he fell to the ground.

Then Yan Bugui stretched his legs forward, slapped his hands on the ground, and shouted, "Oh my God, these people won't let an old man like me live! I just want to build an earthquake shelter, why are you pushing me to death? If you insist on killing me, I will die in front of you!"

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he got up from the ground and tried to hit the corner of the wall, but was held back by the people nearby.

But the more people around him tried to stop him, the more excited he became, and the louder his cries became.

This person can do anything for the sake of profit. If he can't do it, it means the profit is not big enough.

Yan Bugui has cherished his reputation all his life, and now he is almost sixty years old and still trying to commit suicide. This shows that the interests are huge enough, and this old guy is almost going crazy just to build a house!

No, there are those who are soft-hearted and can't stand it.

"Or let Old Yan take it. It won't take up much space anyway."

"That's right. Can't we just demolish it after some time when there are no more earthquakes?"