Siheyuan: The Rebirth of the Silly Pillar in the 50s

He Yuzhu looked down at him, and his brain collapsed when he went up.

He really couldn't help but hit him!

The kind that even after being reborn can’t help it!

Xu Damao covered his forehead in pain and felt so aggrieved that he almost shed tears.

"Xu Damao, don't be too big or too small. I told you not to call me Silly Zhu. When you see me in the future, you will call me Brother Zhuzhu. Do you hear me?"

"I can not hear!"

Xu Damao has been tortured beyond recognition by jealousy.

Completely forgetting the consequences of angering Silly Zhu.

"Isn't it just buying a bicycle? If I want it, my dad will buy it for me! Just wait!"

"I'll wait. I'll see if you can ride this bike in your life!"

He Yuzhu teased him like a child.

Xu Damao is really serious.

He ran a long way and then turned around and shouted: "Just wait! I will ask my dad to buy it for me today!"

"child……"

He Yuzhu smiled and didn't care. In his eyes, Xu Damao's temper was quite cute...

"You are not a child yourself."

He Daqing couldn't help but complain when he heard what he said.

After getting out of the car, he carried He Yuyu into the back seat.

He Yuyu sat on a bicycle for the first time, and it was so novel.

He clamored and asked He Yuzhu to drive him for a few more laps before he agreed to go home.

He Yuzhu also followed her and walked around in the alley.

Children on the way home from school drooled with envy when they saw He Yuyu sitting on a bicycle.

"He Yuyu's brother is so awesome, he even takes her on a bicycle!"

"Why doesn't my brother have a bicycle?"

"Don't talk about brother, I don't even have a father!"

"..."

He Yuyu was a child after all, and he felt very proud when he heard other children envying him.

He even turned around and shouted to the children: "Because my brother is He Yuzhu! He Yuzhu is just good to me!"

He Yuzhu smiled when he heard this.

But the summer wind seemed to have picked up a wisp of fine sand, which confused my eyes.

Some salty liquid entered the mouth.

……

He Daqing, father and son, rode bicycles outside and did not return to the compound until dinner time.

He pushed the cart with one hand and took He Yuyu with the other hand and slowly walked into the yard.

"Daqing, Zhuzhu is back?"

Neighbors living in courtyard houses basically do not have separate kitchens in their homes.

They set up the stove outside to cook.

The neighbor who spoke looked up at the food in the pot and said hello.

Suddenly I felt that I saw something, and suddenly turned my head and saw He Yuzhu's new bicycle.

"Hey! Where did the new bicycle come from?"

It doesn't matter if he shouts like this.

Neighbors in the compound were called out.

Bicycles are a rarity for them.

Let's put it this way, in the old society, ordinary people couldn't ride this car.

Only those capitalists can afford it.

They also saw bicycles from a distance on the street, but couldn't even touch them.

Now someone in the compound has bought a car. Not only can they look at it, but they can also look at it. They can not only look at it but they can even touch it.

"Zhuzi, your car is so beautiful!"

"It's written in foreign characters!"

"This thing is a foreign car, so of course it's written in foreign languages."

"..."

Yan Bugui squeezed in from the crowd and his eyes lit up when he saw He Yuzhu's new car.

He had wanted to buy a bicycle for a long time.

But his monthly salary as a primary school teacher is only more than [-] yuan, and he has to support a large family.

Not to mention bicycles, the money I usually save is squeezed out from my teeth.

The conditions of his family are incomparable to those of He Daqing's family.

But he thought that if He Daqing could buy a bicycle for his child, he should choose one with a suitable price.

So he squeezed to the front and asked: "Da Qing, how much did you buy this bicycle for?"

He Daqing didn't hesitate and stretched out two fingers.

"Two hundred thousand?"

Poverty ultimately limits Yan Bugui's imagination.

He Daqing shook his head and said: "I can't even buy two hundred thousand wheels, the difference is twenty-two million, 200 million!"

"198 million?!"

Not to mention Yanbu is expensive, even the neighbors present were shocked!

"He Daqing is really willing to give up!"

"198 million, which is equivalent to my year's salary."

"With your salary in one year, He Daqing earns this much in four months."

"Hey, there is no comparison between people!"

"..."

Standing in the crowd, Yi Zhonghai's mouth twitched unconsciously when he heard the price.

He also felt that He Daqing was exaggerating.

Buying such expensive things for his son is simply inappropriate in his mind.

"A good teacher", he walked over with square steps, patted He Daqing's shoulder gently and said: "Daqing, you are too spoiled to your son. If your child is spoiled like this, he will be spoiled."

"Lao Yi. That's what you said. You don't even have a son, and you still educate others?"

The one with bangs has no emotional intelligence.

He laughed at Yi Zhonghai before the two parties involved, He Daqing and He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu silently gave him a thumbs-up: Mouth.

Yi Zhonghai immediately became angry.

Liu Haizhong is three years younger than herself, and now they have three sons.

Even Yan Bugui's wife is about to give birth to her third child.

And his wife, let alone his son, can't even lay an egg.

Looking at the entire compound, Yi Zhonghai's family's conditions are better than those of his peers.

A mid-level fitter in a steel rolling mill earns hundreds of thousands a month.

But not having a son has always been his heartache.

Now let Liu Haizhong speak openly, and he would not be able to find anything to say to refute.

But he had to give it back after it was a slap in the face, otherwise it would be really uncomfortable to hold it in his heart.

So, Yi Zhonghai patted Liu Haizhong on the shoulder as if he was angry and said: "Old Liu, wait until you become an intermediate fitter before you talk to me. Now, you are not qualified."

The face in the bangs suddenly turned red.

He thought about grabbing Yi Zhonghai but couldn't find a chance.

After saying this, the person left directly.

He was so angry that he couldn't stay in the yard anymore, so he had no choice but to walk away.

Yan Bugui was left looking at He Yuzhu's new car with envy.

His hands kept stroking the car body, and although he didn't say anything, his actions reflected thousands of words.

He Daqing saw through his thoughts and was too embarrassed to chase him away in front of everyone.

I had no choice but to find an excuse and said: "Lao Yan, we have to go home for dinner. Please give in first."

"Ah. Okay, okay."

Yan Bugui said and stepped aside.

He Daqing and the others were all far away, still staring at their new car.

He Yuzhu felt a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.

He knew it belonged to Yan Bugui.

He said jokingly: "Look, Uncle Yan will definitely want to borrow a car from us in two days."

"How can I lend him a new car? If it's damaged, he doesn't even know how to compensate!"

He Daqing said and shook his head.