Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

On the other side, in Uncle Yi Zhonghai's house with a bit of old-fashioned charm, dim yellow lights enveloped the entire room. Under this weak light, two people were sitting quietly around an old wooden table.

There were a few dishes on the table that looked ordinary but exuded an enticing aroma. Steam was rising, but even so, it was difficult to cover up the faint smell of gossip in the air.

Aunt Yi skillfully put the dishes into her bowl while deliberately lowering her voice to tell the people around her about the strange things that happened in the yard recently: "Hey, old man, have you ever heard of such a thing? That guy Xu Damao came back quietly! Moreover, he was hiding in a dark corner like a thief, staring at his wife Zheng! Look at his eyes, he glanced around everywhere, as if he was afraid of missing any details."

At this point, Aunt Yi couldn't help but stop what she was doing, picked up her chopsticks and gestured randomly in the air, as if she wanted to use this action to depict Xu Damao's sneaky and cautious demeanor at that time. At the same time, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a trace of ironic smile that was extremely difficult for others to detect.

"Also, Xu Damao's mother, who is already so old, actually came out in person, saying that she was here to take care of pregnant Zheng Niang. Humph, look at her, she's like a spinning top, circling around Zheng Niang all day long, and she seems to be very attentive and caring, but in my opinion, she's just a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken - she has no good intentions! It's obvious that she's acting as a spy for her disappointing baby son, and she's keeping a close eye on him!"

Aunt Yi became more and more angry as she spoke, and she kept shaking her head as she spoke. Her originally kind face was now filled with contempt and disdain.

Yi Zhonghai, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but frown after hearing these words, and the bowl in his hand unconsciously stopped in mid-air. A look of astonishment and contemplation flashed across his deep and sharp eyes.

After a slight hesitation, he slowly placed the chopsticks on the table, then raised his arm and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. Then, he lowered his voice and said in a heavy tone: "This matter may not be as simple as it seems. You know, Xu Damao has always been suspicious by nature, and there must be a reason for his actions. Maybe Zheng Niang... really has another lover outside?"

As he spoke, Yi Zhonghai's eyes became increasingly serious, as if he was caught in some unspeakable worry.

As soon as he said this, Yi Zhonghai seemed to be shocked by his own speculation. His body involuntarily shrank back suddenly, as if he was about to bounce away.

His originally round eyes were now even rounder, filled with astonishment and disbelief.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his temple, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart. However, the surprise that had not yet dissipated from the corners of his mouth was still difficult to conceal, as if telling the ups and downs of his heart at the moment: "These days, all kinds of strange things can happen!"

After the two of them looked at each other silently, they both chose to remain silent.

After a long while, Aunt Yi sighed slowly, then lowered her head and continued to eat. On the other side, Yi Zhonghai was completely immersed in his own thoughts, unable to extricate himself, and his mood became heavier, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned, with all kinds of tastes surging in his heart. At this moment, he had a deeper understanding and perception of the complexity of human nature and marriage.

After dinner, as night fell, the atmosphere in the courtyard began to become lively and enthusiastic. Some people stood leisurely, while others sat down casually, enjoying the cool and pleasant breeze of the summer night. Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui, three respected uncles who were the managers of the courtyard, gathered together as if they had a telepathic connection.

Each of them held a fan in their hands, waving it gently, creating breezes to drive away the summer heat. Although their faces showed a bit of leisure and contentment, their eyes revealed a hint of solemnity and solemnity.

At this time, Liu Haizhong was the first to break the silence. He frowned and said with a slightly worried tone: "Old Yi, has your family ever mentioned this to you? The matter about Xu Damao is really a headache!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but sigh deeply, shook his head helplessly, and replied: "How could he not say anything? Alas... Xu Damao is usually very thoughtful and has many tricks. I didn't expect him to be so absurd this time that even his wife became suspicious."

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui, who was standing by, could not help but interrupt: "Yes, I heard about it too. It is said that his mother came here specially, ostensibly to take care of Zheng Niang, but in fact just wanted to monitor her secretly. This Xu Damao is getting more and more outrageous, simply lawless!" The three of them spoke one after another, expressing their dissatisfaction and concern about Xu Damao's actions, and at the same time thinking about how to properly handle this thorny matter.

The three of them sat together, discussing the matter, each of them expressing their concern and worry. As the topic deepened, they became more and more determined to intervene.

Finally, Yi Zhonghai slapped his thigh and said firmly: "Okay! Without further ado, we will go find him together tomorrow and find out the reason thoroughly. The good customs in this courtyard must not be allowed to be corrupted like this."

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui, who were standing by, nodded their heads when they heard this, indicating that they fully agreed with Yi Zhonghai's decision. Then, the three of them looked at each other, tacitly agreed on a specific meeting time, and then got up and said goodbye, returning home to start preparing for the next day's "action plan".

At the same time, in Yi Zhonghai's residence, under the dim light, Aunt Yi had already finished tidying up the tableware after the meal. At this moment, she sat quietly beside the dining table, holding a slightly old book tightly in her hands, but her eyes were wandering, and it was obvious that her mind was not fully focused on the book.

Yi Zhonghai slowly stepped into the house, and his eyes instantly caught his wife's absent-minded look. He couldn't help but lighten his footsteps and asked softly in a low voice: "What's the matter? Are you still thinking about that troublesome thing?" Aunt Yi raised her head when she heard the voice, a trace of sadness appeared on her face, and she replied with a soft sigh: "Yes, I am worried about this matter. Tell me, Zheng Niang is usually an honest and decent person, how could she encounter such misfortune? Besides, does Xu Damao really feel at ease with such behavior? Isn't it shameful for him to treat Zheng Niang like this!"

Aunt Yi was full of regret and indignation as she spoke. Yi Zhonghai walked over to her, sat down, and patted the back of her hand: "People's minds are hard to predict. Let's go and have a look tomorrow, maybe we can help. We have to take care of this matter."

Aunt Yi nodded and prayed in her heart, hoping that tomorrow would have a good result and that the courtyard would return to its former tranquility and harmony. As the night deepened, the figures of the two people looked particularly warm and firm under the dim light.