The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

Li Yuan has an armchair on one shoulder and a coffee table tied to the back seat. Such a look is actually not uncommon in Kyoto today.

Zhao Xiuqin walked out of the market, her head slowly clearing up. The other party never made any excessive moves or words, and she even blackmailed her into a pair of armchairs. The embarrassment and discomfort were mostly caused by her own psychological factors.

She always felt very embarrassed, "Are you free on the weekend? I will invite some friends to go skating in Shichahai on the weekend. If you have time, come and play together."

As soon as the words came out, she regretted a little, "Well, if there is no time, forget it."

"Refuse quickly, refuse quickly...", she prayed crazily in her heart.

"Okay," Li Yuan said with a smile.

Looking at the leaving figure, Zhao Xiuqin's face turned slightly red.

Passing by a secluded place, he put the furniture into the nine-square grid, packed lightly, and went straight to his work.

One afternoon I basically acted as a porter, constantly transporting things out of the collection station.

Before leaving get off work, I suddenly remembered something.

"Boss, I have a shift scheduled for the small blast furnace in the street tomorrow, and I would like to ask for a day off from you."

"That's a whole day and a night. You are allowed to take two days off. Supporting national construction is a big deal. It just so happens that you also have a day off at home."

At this time, the friendly and caring webmaster Wang seems to have returned again.

When he got home, he wanted to try out the high technology he just got today.

After lighting the stove and putting the "small fan" next to it, the fan blades immediately started to rotate, indicating that it couldn't bear any odor in the room.

When the stove was hot, he took out a little lard and lit it on the stove lid. There was a stinging sound immediately, and a white smoke and acrid smell rose up.

The white smoke rose more than 1 foot high, as if it was decomposed by mysterious power and became less dense. After rising more than 1 meter high, it slowly dissipated.

Li Yuan took a few steps back and couldn't smell the pungent smell of lard being boiled.

This was too amazing, and it gave him the urge to dismantle him again, but he also knew that this was just a luxury wish, and he still needed this thing very much now.

After it is opened, it will be dismembered. Li Yuan must look at its power source, where the smell goes, and how the system works.

Perhaps this is a common problem among all engineering and science students. When seeing novel gadgets, the first thing that comes to mind is to understand the principles and dismantle them.

Li Yuan thought of the scene in another world. The desktop computer his father had just bought could not be turned on when he came back at night. When he was wondering, he found a heat sink left on the computer table.

He had a bad premonition at that time, and then opened the case and saw that the CPU inside fell to the bottom of the case.

Then, while he was doing his homework seriously, he was beaten up by his father. Then there was my mom nagging my dad about why he bought a computer, it was the bane.

. . . . . .

As he thought about it, Li Yuan's eyes slowly blurred.

This feeling of heartache was suddenly awakened by the noise in the courtyard.

After gathering his mood and putting away the "small fan", Li Yuan opened the door and walked out.

Watching others suffer is a very good healer. In this age without entertainment, if there were no disputes among neighbors, life would be even more difficult.

So when he walked out of the door, the door of the master's house in the front yard was already crowded with people. Yan Fugui and Liu Haizhong were "talking" in a friendly and loud voice, and everyone around them was watching with smiles.

The thing that made the two elders in the courtyard appear so shirtless must be the room with a reversed seat to the west of the master's house.

After the old couple of the Shi family retired, this was the eldest son who wanted to go to Shanxi to help raise his grandson, but the relationship was still in Kyoto, making him a rare prophet.

Therefore, the house has not been rented out, nor has it been said how long it will take for the person to leave. The only external statement is that he is visiting relatives.

But most of the people in the courtyard knew that he had entrusted relatives with his grain books. How to change them was a secret between them.

Therefore, in Kyoto, where housing is currently in short supply, even a house with a reversed floor is a target for people in the courtyard to compete for.

Originally, Yan Fugui had reached a private verbal agreement with Shi's family to sublet the property for 2.5 yuan per month, which was consistent with the street rent.

Li Yuan knew this.

But suddenly a second uncle's bangs appeared, and this became a bit interesting.

"Lao Liu, your eldest son has a formal job and the unit will allocate rooms. Why are you arguing with me?"

The two of them must have been arguing at the master's house for a long time. It seemed that they were invited out of the master's house.

"Lao Yan, that's not what you're saying. I don't know what day the house separation will take place. Seeing that the eldest brother is getting married, I have to prepare in advance. I can't let them squeeze into the same room with us."

"Your son needs a house when he gets married, but my son doesn't need it. Besides, your son still has hope of getting a house, but my eldest son can only rely on himself.

Besides, the master's family has agreed to sublet the house to our family, so it would be too overbearing for you to interfere."

At this time, Shi Zhiyuan suddenly opened the door and walked out, "Lao Yan, what do you mean? I promised you to help take care of the house. We will come back after we take care of the children. How can it be a sublet?"

Yan Fugui patted his lips and said, "Oh, look at me, I'm confused by Old Liu."

"Brother, I, Old Liu, are willing to help you take care of the house. I will ensure that it will be neat and tidy when your brother comes back and there won't be any damage." Liu Haizhong walked forward with a smile, feeling that the second uncle's face was still a little bigger. .

"Okay, you two, we are all neighbors. We are divided because of my house. I don't dare to bother you with my house. My nephew will come to clean it regularly in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the house angrily.

"Old Liu, now you are satisfied." Yan Fugui stared at Liu Haizhong angrily.

"Ball, if you don't give in, this will be fine."

"Dad, go home, we won't get involved in this matter." Liu Guangqi squeezed into the crowd, pulled Liu Haizhong and left.

"You know nothing!" Liu Haizhong shook off Liu Guangqi's pull and walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back.

"This is too much of a bully. You are just a troublemaker among bangs." Yan Fugui jumped up and cursed in anger.

Liu Haizhong took an obscene step without looking back. He raised his right hand and shook it in the air.

Yan Fugui was so angry that he was about to catch up and argue, but was pulled back home by the third aunt.

Everyone had a full meal before dinner, and it belonged to the two uncles in the courtyard. This was rarely eaten, so they all went back to their homes talking about it.

At this time, Aunt Tian, ​​who lived in the west wing, exclaimed, "I'm still stewing the soup." After saying that, she ran home.

Everyone who heard it burst into laughter, but several aunts and daughters-in-law in the crowd obviously sped up their pace, giving them a sense of déjà vu during a walking race.

In the east wing of the central courtyard, the aunt returned home in a hurry, opened the pot, took a look, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lao Yi, why don't you try to persuade me? The two uncles are quarreling over a house and are not afraid of embarrassing the compound."

"Hey, it's embarrassing for them too. Besides, anyone who dares to participate in this kind of housing matter will be in trouble. If I get involved, no matter which side I support, I will be embarrassed.

And I, Lao Yi, will not participate in this kind of useless thing."

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