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

funeral parlor.

The Red Star Steel Rolling Mill sent several workers to help with Wang Zhen’s funeral arrangements.

The funeral was very simple. After all, the whole Wang family was still in the countryside. Although Wangjialou Village was on the outskirts of the city, it was not easy to travel back and forth these days, and they couldn't wait, so Wang Dabao did not notify them.

Those who came were all co-workers that Uncle Wang Zhen knew at the steel rolling mill.

"Old Wang, why did you leave so suddenly? A few days ago, we agreed to have a drink together when we were free."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses, who was as thin as a dried monkey, walked into the mourning hall with a sobbing voice, and fell in front of Wang Zhen's coffin, wailing.

Wang Dabao took a quick look and although the man looked slightly different from the character in the play, he still recognized him at a glance.

It was Yan Bugui, the "generous" third uncle in the courtyard.

Yan Bugui cried very sadly, took off his glasses wrapped with white tape and wiped his tears vigorously.

Wang Dabao was touched when he saw this. Yan Laoxi was about the same age as his uncle Wang Zhen. Could it be that the two brothers were getting along well in the compound? !

So, I rushed over as soon as I heard the news of my uncle's funeral.

It was not until a few minutes later that Wang Dabao realized that he had been careless.

After crying, Yan Bugui stood up, put on his glasses, and walked over to a worker. "Old Wang doesn't have a wife or children. Is the factory helping to organize the funeral?"

"Yes, we workers will follow suit."

The worker nodded, "It can be considered as sending Lao Wang off for the last time."

Yan Bugui nodded solemnly to the worker and held his hand. "Thank you for your hard work. Lao Wang has a very good temper. We got along very well. We haven't gotten to know each other well yet, but he left like this..."

As Yan Bugui was talking, he curled his lips and started crying again.

"Who said it wasn't true?" The worker also had a sad look on his face. "Since he's gone, we should just remember his kindness."

"Comrade, you are right."

Yan Bugui took out a handkerchief, wiped his tears and nodded in agreement.

"Old Wang died alone, leaving no children behind. A while ago, my brother and I were drinking and talking about letting my son take care of him when he gets old and can't walk anymore. Anyway, I have many sons, so we agreed to give one to him as a godson, and keep his house for the godson to marry."

Yan Bugui lowered his head and wiped his tears, not noticing that his co-worker's brows were deeply furrowed.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dabao immediately reflected on himself.

Okay, okay, let’s play like this, right?

I heard that you, Yan Bugui, have a daughter-in-law named Yu Li... Bah, a relic of Wei Wu's style, not desirable.

Yan Bugui saw his coworker looking at Wang Dabao, and then he saw clearly that the young man in front of him was wearing mourning clothes. He immediately asked, "Who is this young comrade?"

"This is Lao Wang's nephew." A co-worker explained.

"Old Wang has a nephew?"

Yan Bugui looked at Wang Dabao in astonishment, with a look of panic in his eyes, "Old Wang has lived in the courtyard for so many years, and I haven't heard that he has a nephew?!"

"You haven't heard of it, but I heard Lao Wang mention it."

The worker curled his lips, "It seems that your relationship is not good enough!"

Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses to hide his embarrassment, and then turned his eyes and asked, "Are you sure he is Lao Wang's nephew?"

The worker had lost his patience to continue talking to Yan Bugui. "Before he died, Old Wang asked Director Yang to bring the child from Wangjialou Village. How could this be false? Besides, when the child arrived at the hospital, Old Wang was still alive. The father and son talked for a few words before Old Wang passed away."

"You want a house, don't you? Go talk to Lao Wang's nephew and see if he can give it to you?"

At the end, the worker added with a sneer.

"Since Lao Wang has a nephew, I won't worry about his funeral."

Yan Bugui smiled awkwardly, "I just mentioned it casually just now. Of course, the house will be left to Lao Wang's nephew. We will live in the same courtyard in the future. I will definitely do my best to take care of this child.

"Then if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

After saying that, Yan Bugui glanced in the direction of Wang Dabao, then slipped away quietly.

At this time, anyone could see that Yan Bugui was not here to mourn Wang Zhen, but was clearly here for the house.

Several workers sneered at Yan Bugui's figure.

According to the normal funeral process, Wang Dabao needed to keep vigil for his uncle for three days, but due to weather reasons, everyone discussed and decided to just keep vigil for one day and bury the body tomorrow morning.

At the end of the get off work day in the evening, several co-workers came again to pay their respects.

After a while, three men and one woman came into the mourning hall.

There was a middle-aged man with a protruding belly in front, a middle-aged man with a square face and a young man who looked mature behind, both of them were supporting an old lady.

Seeing the person coming, Wang Dabao smiled inwardly.

My goodness, I haven’t even entered the courtyard yet, but I almost recognized all of them.

The one with the protruding belly is the "indifferent to fame and fortune" second uncle Liu Haizhong, the middle-aged man with the square face is the "highly respected" first uncle Yi Zhonghai, and the young man with a mature look is the "resourceful" and innate dog-licking saint He Yuzhu of the courtyard.

The old lady with bound feet who was being supported must be the deaf old lady who claimed to be the ancestor of the Siheyuan.

Wang Dabao was looking at these people from the side.

Together with Yan Bugui from before, all three uncles are here, and none of them is easy to deal with.

After paying their respects, several people, like Yan Bugui, came to a worker nearby and asked about the house.

As an uncle, Yi Zhonghai took the initiative to greet the workers: "Old Wang has no children, and the house is private property. The factory will take care of the funeral, so what should we do with the house?"

"Old Wang's funeral is being handled by his nephew, we are just helping."

This worker obviously knew Yi Zhonghai. He glanced at Wang Dabao and said, "Don't worry about the house. Old Wang left it to his nephew."

nephew?

Several people followed the worker's gaze and saw Wang Dabao.

Wang Dabao had a blank expression on his face and looked at them coldly.

He had watched many TV dramas and read many novels about courtyards full of birds in his previous life. He knew that there were no good people in courtyards, but he did not expect these people to be so ruthless. They had already set their sights on the house before his uncle's body was even cold.

If these people were ignorant, he wouldn't mind giving them a little shock.

"Hello, young comrade. I am a great uncle in the compound." Yi Zhonghai approached Wang Dabao with a kind face, "You are Wang Zhen's nephew, right?"

Wang Dabao nodded, looking indifferent, "If you have something to say, tell me."

"Hey, why are you talking to an old man like that?"

He Yuzhu, who was supporting the deaf old lady, immediately became angry after hearing what Wang Dabao said. He stiffened his neck and rushed forward to teach the young man in front of him a lesson.

"Pillar."

Yi Zhonghai called out to He Yuzhu and gave him a look.

He Yuzhu glared at Wang Dabao fiercely and reluctantly returned to the deaf old lady, ready to rush over at any time.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Wang Dabao again, "It's like this. When your uncle Wang Zhen got married, he bought a room from the old lady and connected it with his two rooms. Now the house belongs to you, and you are still so young, you don't need such a big house to live alone. The old lady wants to buy it back."

"Not for sale."

Wang Dabao sneered, "My house is big enough for me to live alone, but it's not big enough for the old lady to live alone? Are you going to move in with the old lady?"

He Yuzhu let go of the deaf old lady with a hiss, and rolled up his sleeves to come forward, "Boy, I think you deserve a beating, apologize quickly."

"Fuck..."

Wang Dabao pretended to be scared and took a step back, then looked at Yi Zhonghai, "Does your dog bite people? Next time you take it out, can you please tie it with a leash? It's so scary this time."