Siheyuan: When I became the control group of Qin Huairu

The noise going on in Yang Hehua's house could be heard clearly by several families living in the same front yard.

Second Aunt Yang Ruihua, who was in her own house, naturally heard it as well. Her husband had received his New Year's benefits yesterday.

Two pounds of flour and three feet of cloth coupons, but they were gone.

Compared with the pile that Yang Hehua brought back in the morning, she was envious and jealous.

At this moment, all the members of the Yan family were there. They did not look up at the chattering voices near the window, but were staring at the roasted sweet potatoes by the stove.

Yan Jiedi was anxious and wanted to reach out to take it, but was gently hit back by her father Yan Bugui with a newspaper.

"Jie Di, why are you in such a hurry? The sweet potatoes are not ripe yet."

In fact, on a snowy day, it is a particularly pleasant thing for the family to stay in the house, gather around the fire, roast peanuts and sweet potatoes, and drink warm water.

However, in the Yan family, they only have two meals a day, and they only eat until they are about 60% to 70% full.

At this time, the roasted sweet potatoes are also ordered according to the number of people. Four are roasted, and each person can eat half a sweet potato when they are cooked.

Yan Bugui had to wait until the New Year to take out the melon seeds and peanuts that he had withheld at the whole-school meeting.

Children love to play and move a lot. They are also in the period of growing up. The meal they had at noon has been digested long ago, so it is normal for them to feel hungry now.

When Yan Jiecheng saw his younger sister being beaten, he didn't even take his eyes off Baishu.

It was very cold and Yan Jiecheng had run out of odd jobs a few days ago. He had been staying at home these days, and his mother had been complaining about how little food was eaten at home.

Yan Jiecheng could tell that his mother was pointing fingers at him, but after so many years, he had gotten used to it and just ignored it.

But the food still needs to be eaten.

After all, I was really hungry.

"Dad, it would be great if our son Jie Cheng was a worker at the Red Star Steel Mill!"

"I saw Qin Huairu coming back this morning with a lot of stuff. But when she came back, the widow Lotus from across the street was in the yard, talking to Zhou Qi's grandmother. The stuff she had in her hands was far more than Qin Huairu could compare to!"

"Qin Huairu's face immediately fell."

"These two came from the countryside and married into our courtyard house at about the same time. In the first few years, Yang Hehua's life was good, but it was different in the past two years. Yang Hehua became a widow, and her life became difficult. However, the Jia family's life is better than that of the widow Hehua's family."

"But who would have thought that this Lotus Widow would have a day of success? Not only is she a level 6 chef, but her brother-in-law is also a soldier. Her life is getting better and better!"

"Look at the Jia family. They had a hard time some time ago, but they have been eating a lot of meat and fish recently. Jia Dongxu didn't even wipe the grease off his mouth. I just saw him. I don't know where he made his fortune."

"But I really envy the two people in our yard, Sha Zhu and He Hua, who work in the canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. The two of them carry more things than the workers in the workshop."

“I’m so envious!”

The second aunt's rambling did not affect Yan Bugui's action of distributing the roasted sweet potatoes. After the four roasted sweet potatoes were distributed, Yan Bugui said lightly: "What's the use of envy? There must be someone in the family working in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill!"

"If you don't mention anything else, you can just be a worker and get paid quite a bit every month. Yang Hehua and the others seem to get quite a bit of year-end benefits in the cafeteria, but people like Liu Haizhong who are above level 5 get paid much more."

"How many of the chefs in the kitchen can match Yang Hehua's cooking skills? Look, Sha Zhu's monthly salary is only over 20 yuan, compared to Yang Hehua's over 60 yuan, there is a huge difference."

"So it's better to find a job directly in the workshop. The monthly salary of an apprentice is 18 yuan in the first year. If you can pass the exam and become a first-level worker, the salary will increase. As long as you endure for a few years and take the exam to upgrade, the salary will be even higher." Yan Bugui said while shaking his head.

Yan Jiecheng felt itchy after hearing this. Sixty yuan a month was more than he had ever had since he graduated from junior high school and started doing odd jobs while looking for a job.

Thinking of what his mother Yang Ruihua had said, Yan Jiecheng felt more and more angry.

If he gets along with Xiao Qian, won't Yang Hehua help her brother-in-law? ?

Yan Bugui didn't know what his eldest son was thinking at the moment. He continued, "The Jia family used to have Yi Zhonghai's support, so they complain about being poor every year. In fact, they are not poor at all."

"Old Jia had an accident at Lou's Steel Mill, which was not Red Star Steel Mill at the time, and lost his life. Jia Zhang went to Lou's Steel Mill to cause trouble several times. Why didn't they make trouble later? This must be because the compensation was paid in full."

"You have dealt with Jia Zhang before. She is the only one who takes advantage of others. No one can take advantage of the Jia family."

Second Aunt Yang Ruihua was holding a steaming roasted sweet potato in her hand. When she heard this, a hint of nostalgia appeared on her face.

It really is.

Jia Zhang is such a tough guy that no one in this courtyard can do anything to her except the deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai.

Moreover, even if it was Yi Zhonghai, Jia Zhang would sometimes not give in, and even stretched out her claws to scratch Yi Zhonghai, leaving several marks on his face.

Thinking of the quietness in the courtyard during this period, Second Aunt Yang Ruihua now truly felt that it was the right thing for the widow Lotus next door to call the police and send Jia Zhang in.

However, Second Aunt Yang Ruihua would never say this out loud. After all, she was very jealous of Yang Hehua's life.

"So, Jia Dongxu's extravagant diet during this period must be to find the money hidden by Jia Zhangshi. Otherwise, why didn't we see this movement some time ago?"

As he said this, Yan Bugui had a smug look on his face, and then he lowered his head and took a bite of the roasted sweet potato in his hand.

All the baked sweet potatoes these days are the same, rich in fiber, with a rough texture and a distinct grainy feel, less water and less sweetness, but they are very filling.

Yan Bugui always bought or exchanged sweet potatoes instead of sweet potatoes which are sweeter.

There's no way, there are many children in the family and there is a lot to eat.

Whether from the perspective of economy or satiety, sweet potatoes are better than other whole grains.

Therefore, the most common foods in the Yan family, besides corn flour, were sweet potatoes.

"Puff puff--"

A sound was heard in the house, followed by an unpleasant smell.

"Ouch! Who farted!?"

"It stinks to me!"

"Mom! Mom! Quick, open the door and get some fresh air!"

"Second brother, third brother! Was it you two who farted?!"

Several people who were sitting still and eating roasted sweet potatoes immediately ran away, pinching their noses with one hand while not forgetting to pick up the roasted sweet potatoes they had not finished eating.

Yan Jiedi looked embarrassed. She stood up from the stool and ran to open the door while no one was paying attention to her.

A gust of cold wind blew in, and everyone present shivered with cold.

"Jie Di! Did you fart?!"