Siheyuan: After I moved in, the compound became a mess

"Then let me go?!"

Wang Tiangao still didn't understand what Wang Dabao meant, so he stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of his home.

Wang Dabao drooped his eyelids, put one hand on his waist and exhaled deeply: "Uncle Tiangao, you should go back. By the way, thank you for what I did just now. You don't know that those aunts and grandmas insisted on introducing me to someone. It made me so worried."

"You're still worried about introducing someone to you. What a great thing! I don't even know where to find someone if I want to date."

Wang Tiangao's lips almost fell to the ground, and his words were full of sourness and stench, "Anyway, what kind of girl can these people introduce to you? If I were you, I would still have to look for one in the city."

"Find someone with a big butt and have them give birth to a few fat boys. You are the only one in your group. The task is arduous, you know?!"

Wang Dabao was stunned. Wow, good boy, you are educating me. I am really like an elder.

"Don't worry, uncle. I will definitely give birth to more children."

After saying goodbye to Wang Tiangao, Wang Dabao lit a cigarette and walked towards home alone.

Relying on the memory of his previous life, he turned a few corners and arrived at a dilapidated yard.

The courtyard wall still showed traces of repairs made by the predecessor when he retired. He took out the key to open the old copper lock and pushed open the heavy wooden door. Looking at everything in the courtyard, Wang Dabao inexplicably felt dazed.

Perhaps influenced by his memories, he has unknowingly begun to integrate into the life of "Wang Dabao".

For him, today was his first time returning to this home, and the sense of intimacy he felt was much stronger than when he was in the courtyard.

The yard had been tended before and the weeds had been removed, but no crops or vegetables were planted.

Then again, this season doesn't seem to be suitable for planting anymore.

There are three large rooms opposite, and the eaves have some damage in some places, giving a sense of dilapidation, but it does not give people a feeling of collapse, so it is still suitable for living.

Opening the door again, Wang Dabao stepped over the threshold and slowly looked around.

Then he went to the east room, took off his shoes, got on the kang, opened all the windows, found a kang broom on the kang, and started cleaning.

To be honest, he hadn't been away for long, so it was impossible to say that it was very dirty.

It’s just that the doors and windows of that era were not well sealed, and the air circulation brought in too much dust. The kang and cabinets were covered with a layer of dust, and it was really uncomfortable to live here without cleaning.

After sweeping the kang, Wang Dabao found an aluminum basin and filled it with water. He also found a piece of absorbent rag and began to clean the windowsills, cabinets, and the mirror on the wall.

After finishing the east room, they moved on to the west room. On the cabinet against the north wall of the west room were several photos in old wooden frames. They were of Wang Dabao's uncle, second uncle, and parents.

After changing the basin of water, Wang Dabao wiped the photo frame carefully.

Afterwards, he took out his uncle's portrait from the space and placed it side by side to the right of his father.

Finally, it’s time to burn incense for the elders!

After doing all this, it was almost time for dinner. Wang Dabao tidied up the things in the house again, locked the door and left.

From a distance, I could hear that the house of Third Uncle Wang Tiemin was bustling with activity. There were three or four hundred people in the village, and the tables were all set up on the dirt road outside the yard.

As you get closer, you can smell the aroma of the stew on the table. The white flour buns and rice are all very appetizing.

When the wine lovers learned that the liquor Wang Dabao brought was Maotai, they were like hungry wolves seeing a wounded lamb, and they couldn't wait to pounce on it and have a taste.

The banquet had not started yet, but the table was already full of villagers. Although they were attracted by the meat, vegetables and steamed buns, no one picked up their chopsticks.

"Here, Dabao. I'm just about to go home to look for you."

Wang Tiangao hurriedly walked out of the yard and waved to Wang Dabao. Perhaps he was annoyed that Wang Dabao was walking too slowly, so he came over, grabbed his arm and dragged him into the yard.

There were several big pots in the yard, and the aroma was so fragrant that Wang Dabao's stomach rumbled.

"Uncle Tiangao, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Wang Tiangao didn't say anything, Wang Dabao lowered his head and dragged himself into the house.

"Those old guys asked you to eat at their table."

"Don't, don't."

Wang Dabao wanted to break free, but by then he had already entered the house. However, he still tried to get the other person to let go, "It's better for me to sit with people of the same generation."

Wang Tiangao snorted: "You still want to sit at the same table with people of the same generation? Most of your generation are not yet adults."

Wang Dabao's face turned dark, this seemed to be the truth.

The kind that can't be refuted!

Wang Dabao just let Wang Tiangao drag him into the east room.

When I looked at it, I was surprised that Third Master Wang Tiemin didn’t look old at all in the movie.

"Dabao, come here and sit next to Third Master." Wang Tiemin waved at Wang Dabao.

"Third Master, you elders please eat. I can eat outside. It's against the rules to sit here."

Wang Dabao shook his head like a rattle, turned around, lifted the door curtain and was about to walk out.

As a result, Wang Tiemin gave a look and Wang Tiangao immediately understood and pulled Wang Dabao back again.

"Dabao, just come and sit down. I have something to ask you later." Wang Tiemin smiled and patted the bench.

Seeing this, Wang Dabao no longer insisted. He walked around and sat next to Wang Tiemin, chatting with a group of grandfathers about the big and small things in the village.

Seeing this, Wang Tiangao was extremely envious. He looked at it twice, sighed and left.

During the dinner, Wang Tiemin asked about Uncle Wang Dabao. Upon learning that everything was kept simple and he had been buried many days ago, his eyes turned slightly red and he raised his glass to suppress his sadness.

Halfway through the meal, Wang Tiemin took Wang Dabao to toast with fellow villagers in and outside the yard. Wang Dabao was infected by this pure scene and drank a few more glasses.

The Moutai he brought was not enough for these young and old men to drink, so many of them brought bulk liquor from home to continue drinking.

Many people lamented that the New Year celebrations in Wangjialou Village were not as lively as they are today. Everyone had a happy look on their faces, as if they were treating today as a holiday worth celebrating.

Not only Wang Dabao drank too much, but many men and women in the village were unable to walk.

After sending their men home, the women returned to Wang Tiemin's house to clean up the mess.

Wang Dabao was carried back home by Zhao Damaozi and his wife.

Zhao Damao's wife found a quilt from the kang cabinet and covered Wang Dabao who was sleeping soundly with it.

"Why is this kid drunk? I wanted to talk to him about blind dates."

"Well, Dabao can't get married for a while, why rush?" Zhao Damao found a large bowl, scooped a bowl of cold water and placed it on the edge of the kang, in case Wang Dabao woke up and looked for water.

"How can I not be anxious? Old Li's family and Tianxing's wife are all waiting to be introduced to Dabao."

Zhao Da Maozi's wife sighed, "We have watched Dabao grow up. We can't plant such a good seedling in other people's fields. I heard that Tianxing's wife's sister is very pretty. What if she falls in love with Dabao?!"

"You are just worrying about nothing."

Zhao Da Maozi smiled helplessly, "Marriage is destined by God. What's yours is yours. Besides, our cousin is not bad looking. Dabao works in the city, so he must be willing to find a city wife."

"That's right. My cousin was going to enter the palace to be a concubine before she was released."

Zhao Damao's wife looked at Wang Dabao again, waved to her husband, and the two left the house.

Then, Zhao Da Maozi in the courtyard laughed and said, "Yes, yes, yes. If our cousin were in ancient times, she would definitely be chosen to enter the palace. I just don't know if Dabao is destined to be the emperor!"