Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

From renovating the house to getting married, Zhang Xiuzhi suddenly remembered that day when Zeng Wangcai kissed her on the country road. With this relationship, marriage seemed to be on the agenda.

However, what annoyed Zhang Xiuzhi was that Zeng Wangcai's letter did not mention marriage at all, but only talked about renovating the house.

"Uncle, Wangcai only talked about building a house, not getting married. He said..."

"Silly girl, building a house is like getting married." Chen Yumei was so happy after she realized it that she didn't let Zhang Xiuzhi finish her explanation. "Didn't you see that the house next door is also being built? Their eldest son is getting married this year."

The marriage of Yan Jiecheng and Yu Li was decided a long time ago. Zeng Wangcai also contributed to this as it was related to White Rabbit Milk Candy.

For this reason, Yan Bugui is now frowning all day long. One reason is because of the wedding banquet. After Sha Zhu became an uncle, he thought that his status was not ordinary and refused to cook for Yan Bugui. Of course, Sha Zhu still did it outside.

The second thing is to repair the house. Yan Jiecheng also lives in the back house, the innermost room, which costs money.

Thirdly, Yan Bugui wanted to find a street or steel rolling mill to move the house next to the eldest son's house, so that his own house would be more spacious and the second son would have a place to live when he got married.

There are five rooms in the back building, and the layout of each room is similar, with a width of three meters and a depth of more than four meters. It is neither big nor small, and it is completely fine for a couple with low requirements, but it is not spacious enough.

Coincidentally, Zeng Wangcai was also eyeing the house over there. He wanted to move one or two rooms over there, connect the houses together, make them more spacious, and most importantly, build a bathroom.

"Aunt, Wangcai said he would save the money for you to renovate the house!" Zhang Xiuzhi finished her words.

"Do you need to save money for a room?" Chen Yumei said with the expression of Mr. Zhao (Palace Jade Wine, Mr. Zhao who costs 180 yuan a cup) who said, "Don't worry about it. My family is rich. I guarantee that your wedding will be a grand one."

"It's not just one room. Wangcai wants three rooms, or at least two." Zhang Xiuzhi opened the envelope and took out a few pieces of paper. "Here, this is what Wangcai drew, and there are also requirements written on it. I think that according to his requirements, a little money may not be enough."

It’s just the decoration design drawings, furniture design drawings, material requirements, etc.

Chen Yumei didn't understand it at all, but she understood the three rooms. She was surprised and said, "There is only one room in our house, where do the three rooms come from?"

Zeng Youqian thought his son was talking about the house he lived in now, but after taking the blueprint, he realized that his son, like the one next door, had his eyes on the other houses on the back.

He frowned and said, "It's a bit difficult to get a house. Your household registration is in our house, and you haven't been working for long, so you are not eligible for a house."

The courtyard house belongs to the street office, and the street office has the responsibility to cooperate with various units to arrange housing for their employees.

Therefore, when writing the letter, Zeng Wangcai had already made arrangements for this.

Zhang Xiuzhi blushed and said, "Wangcai said that our household registration can be moved out, and we will ask Director Zhang and the factory to make arrangements. He said it shouldn't be a big problem."

Zeng Youqian suddenly understood that this meant splitting up the family.

"Division of the family" is a relatively old term and is also an important cause of most family conflicts and estrangements between brothers. It would be fine if parents treat their children equally, but if they show partiality, problems will arise.

In rural areas, there are many brothers who fight to the death over division of property, and some even stop communicating with each other until they die.

"Wangcai wants to split up the family..."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant!" Zhang Xiuzhi explained quickly, "Moving out doesn't mean splitting up the family. Our family is still the same as before."

"Haha... got it!" Zeng Youqian felt relieved and asked, "Did he write a letter to the street office?"

"No, he asked me to go see Director Zhang. It just so happens that tomorrow is Sunday, so I won't be working."

"Okay, then you go by yourself. Come back if you have any questions. We'll take the money and keep it for you, don't worry."

After reading the material requirements written by Zeng Wangcai, Zeng Youqian and his wife did not dare to say that they would pay for it because they could not afford it.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just take the materials of furniture as an example. We should use wood, the best wood.

When Zeng Youqian and his wife saw the words "golden nanmu" and "huanghuali", they tactfully shut up.

As the saying goes, when one family is happy, another is sad. Zeng Wangcai's family was thinking about repairing their house and buying wood, while the Jia family in the middle courtyard was in a gloomy mood.

"Mom, I'm not full!" Banggeng shouted at Qin Huairu while holding an empty bowl.

That’s right, screaming!

The atmosphere in the Jia family is very bad now. Jia Dongxu either beats or scolds Banggeng every day. In this environment, Banggeng has become full of violence.

"Then mom won't eat anymore. I'll give it to you!" Qin Huairu immediately put down the bowl and pushed it to her son. The bowl contained a bowl of wild vegetable soup.

Their family is now relying on wild vegetable soup to get through the difficult times. There is no oil or water in the soup, and occasionally some dry grains are added to it to barely make it into a wild vegetable paste.

"Dongxu, why don't you go see mom and ask her where she hid the money. Our family really can't make ends meet anymore." Qin Huairu gave the food to her son and said to her husband who was eating and drinking with a gloomy face.

After Qin Huairu got married, the family's financial power has always been controlled by her mother-in-law, and she rarely gets any money.

In the past two months, Jia Dongxu only paid a salary of more than 20 yuan a month, which was not enough to cover the cost. It was almost gone in half a month, so Qin Huairu came up with this idea.

"Look, look at shit." Jia Dongxu, who was in a bad mood, threw down his chopsticks, "Even if mom saved money, how much can it be? The difficulties of our family cannot be solved by a little money. We need money for a long time, and we need tickets..." At this point, he looked at Yi Zhonghai's family hatefully and cursed, "Old man, your salary has been reduced, and you still have more than 70 years, but you gave us less. You still want me to support you in your old age? Dream on!"

This was not the first time that Jia Dongxu had cursed Yi Zhonghai behind his back; he had done so countless times.

After Yi Zhonghai's salary was reduced, the amount of aid he gave to the Jia family was reduced proportionally. Yi Zhonghai understood human nature very well and knew that giving too much would not be good.

But the sudden reduction in support still caused Jia Dongxu, who was having trouble making ends meet, to change his mindset.

This man who grew up in a single-parent environment was deeply poisoned by Jia Zhang, and his thoughts were easily distorted.

"Dongxu, how about I go and ask an old man to help our family? Banggeng needs tuition for the new semester, and this month's salary won't even last until the middle of the month..."

"Don't go. I can't afford to lose face with that man!" After a while of changing his expression, Jia Dongxu said dejectedly, "I'll go. He has a bad reputation. It's not appropriate for you to go. Huairu, hold on for a few more days. It won't be long before our family is not like this. We might even get rich..."

A good-looking face appeared in Jia Dongxu's mind. The owner of the face had found him through connections not long ago and hoped that he would do something and then give him a generous reward.

After figuring out what others wanted him to do, Jia Dongxu suddenly thought of two words - spy.

He was hesitant about whether to accept the call, and finally decided that if he could get back to the way things were with Yi Zhonghai, then he wouldn't accept the call, but if not, then...

Damn Zhang Xiuzhi, she’s nosy!

When Jia Dongxu thought of Zhang Xiuzhi, who was in the limelight, he suddenly didn't dare to make that decision.

After leaving the door, Jia Dongxu went to the opposite side: "Master, it's me, Dongxu..."