The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

At Jia's house, Jia Dongxu was lying on the bed, depressed, and Jia's mother kept comforting him.

"Dongxu, it's okay. I just need to rest for a few days. Let's all take care of ourselves so that we can survive."

Then he looked at Qin Huairu and said, "Huairu, go to your uncle's house and ask if you can go to work early."

"Hey", Qin Huairu put down the clothes and needlework in his hands, put on his shoes and walked out.

After waiting for a while, Jia Mu said again: "The grain I just bought now should be able to last until the middle of next month. If I save a little more, I guess I can last until the day of buying grain next month."

"It's difficult. We've already saved enough. If we save any more, problems will arise."

"Then why don't you borrow some from your master?" Jia Mu suggested cautiously.

Jia Dongxu's face immediately turned dark and he lowered his head and said nothing.

"Okay, okay, okay, don't borrow."

After a while, Jia Dongxu said leisurely, "Mom, I have established a family now. I can support this family, and I am confident that I can live a good life. Let him let go of the past."

Jia Mu suddenly became a little nervous. She muttered several times, but finally did not speak.

The Liu family in the backyard.

"Boss, I'll send you all the chickens and candies tomorrow, and I'll do things for you on New Year's Day. You're getting married, and you have to live a good life in the future. If you have spare time, help your two younger brothers.

However, don't be anxious. Now that your father and I are both strong and strong, I will try to take the Level 8 worker assessment next year. I will beat Lao Yi by then.

You must also study hard and strive to get a level 3 job."

Liu Guangqi drank up the corn paste in the bowl and said, "I know, Dad."

"Guangtian, Guangfu, you must study hard and strive to be admitted to a technical secondary school. By then, our old Liu family will be in the compound, no, the surrounding streets will also be the only one.

By that time, your father and I will also find an official position and honor our ancestors."

"Okay, Dad, we will definitely study hard," the two younger sons replied a little carelessly.

The Yan family in the front yard.

Yan Fugui put the last stick in the bowl into his mouth with his chopsticks, chewed it with relish for a few times, picked up the water glass, took a big gulp, tilted his neck, and swallowed it all.

Baza opened his mouth and swam his tongue flexibly between his teeth a few times to make sure that no fish slipped through the net, and then he put down the tea cup with satisfaction.

"The mother of the child, the boss's matter, is Matchmaker Zhang reliable?"

The third aunt ignored her wife and turned to the boss Yan Jiecheng, "Boss, could you please lower your demands?"

"Mom, I only ask for one thing, it must be beautiful, and you can take care of the rest."

"Shallow, you can't pay attention to the woman's virtue in your eyes. A good skin can make a living, and a good match is more important. Our Yan family is a scholarly family, and virtue is a hundred times more important than appearance."

The third aunt was irritated, so she slapped Yan Jiekuang's buttocks lying on her back. She still couldn't forgive her hatred, and even pinched his buttocks hard.

Yan Jiekuang, who was beaten, had tears in his eyes. He looked at the three silent people and looked aggrievedly to his second brother for comfort.

Yan Jiecheng hugged Lao San with a smile, and Lao San's tears fell silently.

Jiefang put the third child's head on his lap and patted the third child's back. The third child hugged the second child's waist tightly, and a burst of warmth flowed into his heart.

At this time, Yan Jiefang suddenly pressed Lao San's head, and the red fart that had been brewing for a long time burst out.

Yan Jiekuang reacted and wanted to hide away, but was forced to hold his head and couldn't move.

"I'll kill you," Yan Jiefang's muffled voice reached everyone's ears, and Yan Jiefang burst out laughing.

Yan Fugui picked up the broom beside him and threw it, hitting Yan Jiefang on the head. Yan Jiefang's laughter stopped suddenly and he let go of Yan Jiekuang.

Yan Jiekuang provoked and was about to retaliate, but suddenly realized the depressive atmosphere, looked around, lowered his head and sat down at the end of the kang away from his parents.

Yan Jiecheng kept suppressing his laughter, but when the third aunt glared at him, he immediately stopped smiling and sat upright.

"Priority should be given to virtue first, then appearance, and family status should be given due consideration." The father and son were in a stalemate for a while, and finally Yan Fugui made the decision.

The third aunt looked embarrassed, but looked at the dark-faced father and son and agreed softly.

Shazhu's house in the middle courtyard.

Silly Zhu heard the movement in the west wing, and there was a sound of light footsteps passing by the window. He immediately got up from the bed, opened a corner of the curtain, and saw a figure passing by.

He tried hard to press his face against the window glass and peeked at the figure from behind. Due to too much force, his big face was completely deformed, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Silly Zhu put on his cotton clothes and trousers, pulled on his cotton shoes, found half a plate of peanuts from the cupboard, pulled out an iron box from under the bed, took out half a bottle of white wine, and sat cross-legged at the kang table.

Pour yourself a glass first, tilt your neck, and pour the wine into your throat. A burst of heat slides from your throat to your stomach.

He let out a breath of alcohol, picked up a peanut with his fingers, threw it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it hard.

He moved closer to the window and pressed the curtains with a pillow, exposing a corner where he could just see the movement in the yard.

Then he refilled his drink with a lewd smile and sang softly.

"The peach leaves are sharp and sharp,

Willow leaves flutter lightly,

You don’t know what I’m saying carefully?

. . . . . .

The sun is going to the west,

Brother Xiaoliu sneaked into the wall,

The great lotus is like the heart of a flower,

Sixth brother is like a butterfly,

Flying around to pick the slave's heart.

. . . . . .

. "

The east wing of the middle courtyard is the home of Yi Zhonghai.

"Master, I'll leave this to you."

"Don't worry, Huai Ru, this is all a trivial matter," Yi Zhonghai said with a determined look on his face.

"Thank you so much, I'm going home."

"Huairu, wait a minute, I'll ask your aunt to bring you 10 kilograms of stick noodles later."

The aunt's smile suddenly became stiff. Instantly, she sighed inwardly and her expression returned to normal.

"Yes, including the old lady, the three of us don't have a big appetite. We really can't finish the stick noodles," the eldest mother responded with a smile.

"Thank you, uncle and aunt, but I have to go back and ask Dongxu." Qin Huairu felt sorry in his heart, but he did not dare to disobey Jia Dongxu's ideas.

"Okay, slow down on the road and come to us if you have any difficulties." Yi Zhonghai felt a little lonely and asked Qin Huairu with a forced smile.

"I'll see you off," the aunt stood up to see her off.

Watching Qin Huairu leave, Auntia closed the door, looked at Yi Zhonghai, went to the main room, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to him after entering the room.

The two were silent for a while, "Are you going to keep that matter a secret?"

"I missed it when I was a kid, and it's even more impossible now. Let's wait a little longer."

The aunt sighed softly.

Silly Zhu heard the movement of Yi Zhonghai's house in a daze, blew out the oil lamp, secretly moved to the exposed corner, and stared eagerly at Qin Huairu who was walking over.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the graceful body had long overlapped with the shadow in his heart. He held his breath until Qin Huairu entered the door.

He pulled away the pillow and the curtains fell back. He leaned against the window sill, having a silly laugh, and secretly made up his mind to marry a woman no worse than Sister Qin in the future.

The west wing of the backyard, the Xu family.

"Old man, Damao hasn't come back yet. This can't go on like this."

"Little bastard, break his legs when you get back."

Xu's mother curled her lips as she listened.