Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Yan Bugui had been holding his breath for the past few days, and that day he made up his mind to eat a fish. He wanted to show off and spread the word in the yard, and then sell some of the fish to the yard in the future.

He told the third aunt that he would sell the fish to Sha Zhu's canteen. She said that even if the canteen accepted the fish and shrimp she had caught, she wouldn't be able to get a good price for them. It would be better to sell them to the people in the courtyard, which would save her trouble.

But in the end, all eyes in the yard were attracted to Zeng's meat bones. For the next two days, everyone was talking about how thick the meat was on Zeng's meat bones and guessing how much money Zeng's family spent on them.

"Hey, Teacher Yan, you must have been lucky today or something, you caught fish again. We have been watching you catching fish all day, but we didn't catch any." Yan Bugui's neighboring angler was very jealous.

Yan Bugui smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits, not caring at all about the rude words of his fishing friend: "Thank you, thank you, I am really lucky today, my bucket is full."

"It's boring, Mr. Yan. You don't show off like that. You can't finish all the fish. Why don't you give us a few?"

"No problem, give me the money."

After a few jokes, Yan Bugui struck while the iron was hot and put the bait on the hook again. He was already thinking about how to deal with these fish in the most cost-effective way. As the most famous abacus in Siheyuan, he would not allow himself to suffer any loss in this matter.

In fact, Yan Bugui had no choice but to make such calculations. His family of six depended on his salary to make a living. How could he not calculate?

Among the three uncles in the courtyard, if we have to pick the taller one from the short ones, Yan Bugui should be the one with higher morals. He is the least harmful to people. Even his son said that he only calculated a few melon seeds and peanuts. The most harmful thing he has ever done is probably accepting the local specialties from Sha Zhu but not doing anything for him, and finally getting involved in it.

But this is undoubtedly far worse than Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong. In order to support himself in his retirement, Yi Zhonghai later plotted against Sha Zhu and tied his life to Sha Zhu; not to mention Liu Haizhong, who lost his reputation in order to become an official and fawned on Li Huaide. During the ten years of ups and downs, they, father and son, had harmed countless people and raided countless homes.

Yan Bugui once said: I don’t say what I should say, and I don’t do what I shouldn’t do!

This may sound like self-boasting, but most of the time, Yan Bugui should have done it. Otherwise, when Xu Damao was at the peak of his career, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong would have fallen, leaving only him as strong as ever.

But later on, Yan Bugui became obsessed with calculations and became extremely annoying.

Yan Bugui was really lucky today. A big iron bucket was full of fish. The biggest one weighed three or four pounds, and the smallest one weighed seven or eight ounces. It was only because his fishing rod was not good, otherwise he might have caught a big fish.

He was thinking about how to sell the bucket of fish for a good price today. In addition to using the money to supplement the family income, he might also buy a new fishing rod to catch bigger fish.

At this time, Yan Bugui had three locations to sell fish. The first was the canteen of the steel rolling mill, the second was the purchasing station, and the third place he and Zeng Wangcai thought of was the street.

It is very important to maintain a good relationship with the streets nowadays. Streets are needed for both big and small things in life.

The earthworms were gone and the tin bucket was full. Only then did Yan Bugui reluctantly put away his fishing rod, said hello to his fishing friends, and walked towards the steel rolling mill carrying the tin bucket that weighed at least 20 to 30 kilograms.

He was an elementary school teacher and not very strong. He got tired after walking a short distance and was reluctant to spend money to hire a rickshaw.

"Forget it, let's go to the street first. Director Zhang was complaining yesterday that we haven't had meat for a long time. The price I sell to them won't be low. It'll start at at least 50 cents..." Yan Bugui gathered all his strength, stopped to rest after carrying the fish for a while, then continued with his other hand, walking and stopping, and finally delivered the fish to the street before the end of the day.

"Director Zhang, Director Zhang, come and take a look..." After entering the street office, Yan Bugui found that something was strange today. There were fewer people today than usual.

"Oh, Teacher Yan is here. Is this the fish you caught? Why did you bring it to our street?" Director Zhang came out after more than a minute.

Yan Bugui put down the metal bucket and smiled: "Director Zhang, didn't you say you haven't had meat for a long time? I was lucky today and caught a lot of fish, so I thought I'd send some over to you."

Saying it is a gift, not a sale, is the last insistence of scholars on elegance. Yan Bugui knows that these days, no one will take it for free.

Director Zhang looked down at the fresh fish in the tin bucket and shook his head: "What a pity, we don't want any of this fish."

you?

Not only you, but other people too?

Yan Bugui was dumbfounded and asked why.

"Teacher Yan, who can eat meat and fish consecutively? Even if we have Jinshan at home, we wouldn't dare to eat like that. Anyway, don't ask us anymore. We don't want this fish. You should take it to the purchasing station." Director Zhang politely rejected Yan Bugui's flattery.

She did not say explicitly that she bought wild boar meat from Zeng Wangcai and was very cautious.

Yan Bugui was not stupid. He could hear that Director Zhang and many comrades from the street office had bought meat today, but this puzzled him. How was it possible that they had all bought meat? The food station was now selling meat like squeezing toothpaste.

Since the flattery failed, Yan Bugui had no choice but to carry the tin bucket to the purchasing station. The purchasing station was a bit far away and it took him a lot of effort.

Arriving at the purchasing station, Yan Bugui cleared his throat and said, "Comrade, please help me. We have fish to sell. There are a lot of fish..."

After howling for a while, no one came out, but there was clearly a bunch of people gathered inside the purchasing station, watching something.

"It's strange today. No one at the purchasing station came out when they heard about the fish." Yan Bugui wondered.

It is indeed surprising. Although fish is inferior to meat, it is still rare to buy it in vegetable markets and food stations. When you mention any purchasing station or canteen of an institution, the buyers there will receive you warmly, offering cigarettes and pouring tea with great courtesy.

Yan Bugui placed the tin bucket at the door of the purchasing station, put down his fishing rod, walked in with his hands behind his back, lay down outside the crowd and looked inside. He was numb after taking a look.

Wow, so much meat, so much fat, where did all this meat come from...

Did they take the meat to the purchasing station to sell? No wonder these people ignored them, it turns out there is something more delicious than fish.

Who gets so much meat at this time and sells it? Must be crazy...

When Yan Bugui thought of this, he looked up and saw Zeng Wangcai talking and laughing with Director Qian of the purchasing station. Director Qian, who used to be indifferent to others, was now very enthusiastic.

"Xiao Wang, go and have a look. Make a phone call to the commune. It's like a woman having a difficult labor. It's been so long and there's still no answer." Director Qian instructed a comrade, then turned to Zeng Wangcai and said, "Don't be surprised, Wangcai. This is a normal procedure. Our purchasing station cannot accept items of unknown origin. But soon, there will be a letter soon..."

Zeng Wangcai was naturally not anxious or worried, because Director Wang of the commune had received the meat.

Yan Bugui was dumbfounded again, remembering what Zeng Wangcai said before he returned to the countryside the day before yesterday. It turned out that this was still a wild boar, it was free, you really went back to the countryside to get something...