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

"what?"

Yan Bugui shuddered.

The kids in the yard run without looking where they are going?

Isn't it obvious that you tripped over your foot?

But when Yan Bugui turned around and met Wang Dabao's fixed gaze, he understood everything in an instant.

He is a shrewd man, and he prides himself on being the most thrifty person in the compound. When he saw Wang Dabao's expression, he immediately understood what Wang Dabao meant, and realized that he was asking him to pretend that he saw nothing!

"This child has been impetuous since he was young. He runs like a gust of wind. It is normal for him to fall down. He will be well behaved next time." Yan Bugui pinched the leg of his glasses with one hand and lifted it up, and said sternly to Bang Geng who was lying on the ground.

When Banggeng heard this, he cried even harder.

He was spitting out blood foam.

Wang Dabao was almost amused by Bang Geng's miserable appearance.

He knew in his heart that the stupid kid crying in front of him was not worthy of sympathy. This kid was the number one ungrateful person in the city, and the bad things he had done could not be counted in a day and a night.

Looking at Banggeng's empty pocket, Wang Dabao breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that I am not too late to come back. Banggeng should not have entered the house yet.

"Don't just stand there, nephew. Come into the house and see if anything is missing." Yan Bugui hurriedly pulled Wang Dabao towards the door of the house.

Wang Dabao came to the west window and took a look. There were obvious signs of prying, but the marks were very shallow. It was obvious that he could not open the window in a short time with Banggeng's skills.

Take out the key and open the door.

There is a hall as you enter the door. On the left is a round dining table with a thermos and other items on it. There are two chairs next to it, and on the right is a basin rack. An old-fashioned mirror hangs on the wall. Further back are the cooking utensils, which makes it look like a small kitchen.

The room on the left as you enter the door is the bedroom, and the room on the right is filled with a lot of items and looks like it is being used as a warehouse.

But overall, the items are arranged in order and the floor is clean and tidy.

Wang Dabao walked around the house and was generally satisfied.

Although it was a back room, with Xu Damao's west wing in front, it was not blocked by sunlight, and the room was very bright. In this compound, except for Sha Zhu's three large rooms, there was really no other house that could compare to this one.

I have to sigh that Uncle Wang Zhen had a far-sighted vision. In that era, he had the courage to buy the house and make it his private property. If you want to buy it now, it would probably take a lot of effort.

"Old Wang is a good man. He kept the house clean and tidy. What a pity!"

Yan Bugui pursed his lips, revealing a look of grief, and then his small eyes scanned the entire room behind the lenses, "Nephew, you are a young man and you will definitely not use these bedding, clothes, thermos, teacups, etc. in the room anymore, so why not pack them up and give them to me, so you don't have to throw them away."

A light bulb went off in Wang Dabao’s mind. No wonder this old man was so enthusiastic. It turned out that this was his plan!

"Master Yan, just call me Wang Dabao, don't call me nephew or nephew. People will think we are related."

"Okay, then I will call you Dabao, and don't call me Master Yan, it sounds strange. Just call me Third Uncle, it's more intimate." Yan Bugui said with a grin.

"Okay, Master Yan..."

Wang Dabao said with a hint of sadness in his eyes, "As for the items you just mentioned, I really don't plan to use them anymore, but I don't plan to throw them away either. After all, these are my uncle's favorite things!"

"So you plan to keep it?"

Yan Bugui looked at Wang Dabao in disbelief, "Don't blame me for speaking rudely, this is unlucky."

Wang Dabao shook his head, "You misunderstood. I was planning to take these things to my uncle's grave and burn them for him. After all, these were all used by him when he was alive."

“We have to burn all of this?”

Yan Bugui was a little upset and picked up the thermos on the dining table. "This is still about 80% new. The bedding in the room is all good. And the clothes. If we burn them all, it will be a waste of money!"

Wang Dabao sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. "You may not know the relationship between me and my uncle. When I see these things, I will think of my uncle..."

"Uncle San understands. You are reminded of someone by seeing the things."

Yan Bugui slapped his thigh and continued, "Dabao, I didn't expect you to be such a filial child. But Lao Wang may not be able to receive these things you burn. Why don't you pack them up and sell them to me, and then you go buy some paper money to burn for Lao Wang. He can buy whatever he wants down there."

When Wang Dabao heard this, he thought, well, there’s a way, the fish are starting to take the bait.

Wang Dabao really won't use these things anymore, so they can only end up in the garbage dump. He doesn't have time to sell second-hand items on the black market.

Now it seems that selling it to Yan Laoxi is a good choice, and it saves me from carrying these out myself.

However, the play still needs to be done well.

"Master Yan, it's too polite to say I'm selling them. After all, I have no use for keeping them. If I could give them to you, I would have done so long ago."

"But these were all bought by my uncle. If I just give them away without any reason, I'm afraid my uncle will come to me in my dreams and scold me to wake me up. He won't be able to rest in peace in his grave!"

Wang Dabao had a sincere look on his face, revealing a look that said you have to understand me. In a blink of an eye, he changed the subject, "But what you said is also reasonable, Master Yan. Maybe I can't get anything by burning these. But if I sell these for less money, I'm really afraid that my uncle will come to find me at night..."

"You talk weirdly, kid."

Yan Bugui had a bitter face, and after a while of hesitation, he said, "How about this, you pack up first, and I'll go back and discuss it with your third aunt, and then you pack up and bring your things to my door."

"Let's do it."

Wang Dabao agreed reluctantly.

After seeing Yan Bugui off and closing the door, Wang Dabao did not rush to pack his things, but went to the bedroom.

He was still thinking about the money and bills his uncle had given him.

After struggling to move the bed, I found an iron box at the innermost part.

I found the key to open it, and inside were several neatly wrapped stacks of money wrapped in oil paper. There was no need to count them, they were stacked so neatly, it must be the number mentioned in my uncle's suicide note.

Looking at the money, Wang Dabao suddenly felt something in his heart. More than a thousand yuan was not a lot in later generations, but in this era, it was indeed a huge sum of money.

This cheap uncle of mine only earns more than 400 yuan a year. After deducting food, drink and daily expenses, it would take at least five or six years to save that much money.

Perhaps he felt insecure because he had no children, so he planned to use the money for his retirement, but now he has ended up getting a bargain.

Wang Dabao made up his mind that he would burn more paper money for his uncle during festivals.

I picked up a bulging handkerchief in the iron box and opened it, revealing all kinds of tickets, including food tickets, oil tickets, meat tickets, coal tickets, and cloth tickets. There were quite a lot of each, which showed that my uncle lived an extremely frugal life.

Although he lived alone and could have saved so much money and bills, his nephew Wang Dabao couldn't help but be moved.

Wrap the bill in a handkerchief and put it in the iron box.

With the previous experience of Banggeng, Wang Dabao thought it would be better to put the important items in the wooden house.

As his mind turned, the man and the iron box disappeared and appeared in the wooden house on the island.