Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

The decoration of Shazhu's restaurant is almost complete, except for the tables, chairs and benches.

He and Yi Zhonghai both cared a lot about this restaurant. They spent all day here. They kept some of the things in the kitchen that could be used, but they replaced the things in the lobby with new ones and also refreshed the walls.

"Zhu Zi, it's almost time to open the business." Yi Zhonghai, wearing a hat made of newspaper and holding a brush in his hand, said to Sha Zhu, who was dressed in the same way, "Go buy some melon seeds, peanuts, and candy tomorrow. Let's go around the courtyard and notify every household."

"Okay!" Sha Zhu answered while painting the wall, "But I'm out of sugar in my grocery store. Do you have any?"

"The candies bought from the store are too low quality." Yi Zhonghai shook his head. "Go to Zeng Wangcai's store and buy some good ones. Don't they have chocolates? Buy some, buy more. Your future business will depend on the support of your neighbors."

"Okay, got it!" Sha Zhu nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the closed door of the restaurant was kicked open with a bang.

Sha Zhu turned around and saw the footprints on the new door, and his powder keg exploded.

"Yan Jiecheng, what do you mean? Are you looking for a beating?" Sha Zhu put down the brush and was about to take action.

The one who kicked the door was Yan Jiecheng. Not only him, but also the third son of the Yan family, Yan Jiekuang, and the fourth son, Yan Jiedi.

"Zhu Zi, don't do it!" Yi Zhonghai saw the mourning cloth on the arms of Yan Jiecheng and his sister. He grabbed Sha Zhu and said in a trembling voice, "Jiecheng, who are you mourning for... It can't be..."

"Who else can I give it to? My dad is gone!" Yan Jiecheng roared, "My dad's surgery failed and he died on the operating table. The hearse will be at the entrance of the alley soon. Yi Zhonghai, you old man, if you hadn't deceived my mom and lent her money, would my dad have died on the operating table?"

Listen, Zeng Wangcai’s worries are not excessive at all. This family is hopeless. The education of teacher Yan Bugui has failed.

But Yi Zhonghai had no time to think about Yan Jiecheng's intentions at the moment. He just felt dizzy.

There were three old men living in the courtyard, but two of them were gone before the 1980s.

Yi Zhonghai only felt a sense of sadness rising from his heart. He couldn't say how deep his feelings for Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui were, but now that Yan Bugui was gone, he did feel an indescribable sadness. He wondered if he had seen his own end.

The reason why he lent money to the third aunt so that Yan Bugui could have surgery was probably because he wanted Yan Bugui to stand up again and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

But now, it’s gone, the person is gone!

"How can you talk like that? How can you talk like that?" The silly pillar Yi Zhonghai's love was not in vain. He saw that Yi Zhonghai was not in a good state, so he stepped forward to stop the three siblings, "So you lent money to your dad for medical treatment and it was a wrong thing to borrow? If you say that, I will beat you up, do you believe it?"

"Shazhu, I know you can fight!" Yan Jiecheng said unconvincedly, "Even if you beat me to death today, this matter will not be over. My father did not have to die. Although he is lying in bed and cannot wake up, at least he is still alive and has something to think about."

"What the hell are you thinking about!" Sha Zhu cursed without any hesitation, "You are just a bunch of ungrateful bastards. You still think about it? I heard that your father was in the hospital and none of you three went to see him. As soon as your father died, you came to cause trouble. Needless to say, you want to extort money, right?"

Sha Zhu suddenly came to his senses and actually guessed the intentions of the three siblings.

When Yan Bugui died, Yan Jiecheng was stunned. Not only was the person gone, but he also owed him money for surgery. How could this be possible?

So the three of them discussed it and decided, come on, let’s blackmail them!

It would be best if you could get money, but if you can't, at least the bill should be waived.

"What do you mean by extortion?" Yan Jiedi said angrily, "No matter what, my dad died because of the money you gave him. You have to be responsible."

"Bullshit, that doesn't make sense."

"We don't care about reason, you don't take responsibility, don't even think about opening this restaurant..."

"Okay, stop arguing!" Yi Zhonghai slammed the table angrily, "Be quiet, we'll talk about this later. Zhuzi, go out and buy a pair of firecrackers, and let them go when the hearse comes to give Third Uncle a ride.

"You three stop arguing and deal with your father's funeral. Go to the courtyard and report the death. Don't worry, we can't run away. The store is here."

After hearing what they said, the three siblings gave up and went out to report the death.

Sha Zhu didn't know what Yi Zhonghai was up to, but he still did as Yi Zhonghai said.

As the saying goes, three miles away from home, the customs are different in different places. In Yi Zhonghai's customs, setting off firecrackers is a requirement for funerals, but there is no need to think about making paper figurines. Although it is now relaxed, this industry has not yet recovered, at least people in the inner city dare not do it openly.

A hearse slowly drove in from the entrance of the alley. Yan Jiecheng and his two siblings stopped playing tricks at this time and walked slowly and obediently in front of the hearse.

When passing by the restaurant, Sha Zhu lit firecrackers.

Amid the crackling sound of firecrackers, Yan Jiecheng's knees softened and he kowtowed to Yi Zhonghai at the door of the restaurant. This was the custom in his family, and one had to thank someone who came to attend a funeral.

Yi Zhonghai had a complicated expression on his face. He patted Yan Jiecheng and helped him up.

"It's over, trouble has come!" Zeng Wangcai said as he stood at the door of the shop, "They're eating now. What kind of custom is this? Isn't it only done during funerals?"

"Don't worry about the rules. The person is dead, so let's set off some firecrackers." Chen Yumei was kind-hearted after all. She went into the shop and took out a string of firecrackers.

Zeng Wangcai couldn't go against his mother's wishes, so he took out a cigarette, lit it, and waited for Yan Jiecheng to come over.

Yan Jiecheng came over and kowtowed obediently.

After going through a whole complicated process, Yan Bugui stayed in the house and waited for three full days before the funeral.

At night, the family opposite Zeng Wangcai kept vigil, and there was noise all night long, and everyone who came cried.

"Wangcai..." Yi Zhonghai went to Yan's house and went straight to the opposite house to find Zeng Wangcai.

"What's the matter?" Zeng Wangcai came out and asked, hugging his arms.

"We have discussed it in our courtyard. On the day of Old Yan's funeral, we will set up a few tables in Zhuzi's restaurant to send him off." Yi Zhonghai rubbed his hands and said, "Every family will come. I'm thinking about it and came to talk to you. Let's see who in your family will go."

"I'll go!" Zeng Wangcai answered straightforwardly.

"Okay, there's one more thing. If it's convenient for you, can you come to my place and talk to me?" Yi Zhonghai said a little uneasily.

As time went by and Zeng Wangcai's wealth grew, Yi Zhonghai became more and more humble towards Zeng Wangcai.

"Okay, let's go!" Zeng Wangcai closed the door and went to Yi Zhonghai's house.

Yi Zhonghai's house was eerily deserted, without any hint of human touch.

"Wangcai, drink some water!" Yi Zhonghai poured a glass of water over. "This is what happened. I just wanted to discuss with you whether I can borrow the money from you later."

"Haha, Yan Jiecheng has caused you trouble, right?" Zeng Wangcai smiled slightly.

Previously, Yan Jiecheng’s brother and sister didn’t care about the dead old man, and he just kicked the door and he knew that Yi Zhonghai was in trouble.

"You knew that lending money to the Yan family would cause trouble, right?" Yi Zhonghai asked back.

"Uncle, I'll speak frankly." Zeng Wangcai said, "I knew it a long time ago, and you also knew there would be trouble, right? Money is not a big deal to me, but my money didn't come from the wind.

"We can talk about it. I want the deaf old lady's house..."