Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

When Zhang Xingwang sensed that the atmosphere was not right, two of the sweaty guys looked at each other and whispered to the manager:

"Master Liu, you know us well. Everyone knows where we live. We even have an old mother who can't walk..."

After listening to this, the steward pondered for a moment and said:

"You two go and invite the Third Master..."

After saying that, he stared at the remaining four people. Three of them stepped forward one after another and said haltingly:

"Master Liu, you know the three of us well. We are good at working, but we are not good at thinking. Besides..."

"Stop talking...just get busy!"

The last young man looked at the unfriendly steward and said in surprise:

"Grandpa, you know me..."

Zhang Xingwang had originally thought that the manager was good at managing his subordinates, but he almost died of laughter after hearing this sentence.

After hearing this, the manager covered his forehead and said:

"If you don't know how to speak, then don't speak. I know you too well. Tomorrow you will lead the group out..."

"Grandpa, you don't believe me?"

"I don't believe you'll still let you lead?"

"Letting me take the lead means you don't trust me..."

"If you know it, why are you still saying it out loud? It makes you look bad."

As the two men were talking, the Third Master came in hurriedly from outside, nodded casually at Zhang Xingwang, and then quickly opened a few sacks.

After looking at the sack full of potatoes, corn and sweet potatoes, the old injury on my arm seemed to show some signs of flare-up. I hurriedly tied up the sack.

He took a deep breath, lit the cigarette with trembling hands, and after taking a few deep puffs, his face finally regained its composure.

He turned to look at Zhang Xingwang who was fiddling with the note, pointed at the steward and said in a deep voice:

"Tell him what you want."

Zhang Xingwang nodded after hearing this. Seeing the nervous expressions of the Third Master and the Steward, he felt that these two old men were reliable, so he said:

"Then next time the food arrives, just go directly to Old Sixth Master?"

"And next time?"

The manager's eyes widened noticeably after hearing this. The Third Master also coughed a few times and started smoking heavily again. It seemed that his cold had not yet fully recovered.

The room became quiet again.

At this time, the young man broke the silence and said with a trembling voice:

"Um... shouldn't I be here as a bag carrier? Grandpa, why don't I go back first? I've been busy all day and I feel dizzy. Tomorrow I have to lead the packing of goods..."

The steward responded after hearing this and said casually:

"You should hurry back. You will be the one to lead the distribution of the goods from now on."

After saying this, he looked at his grandson's devastated expression, sighed and continued:

"It would be better if you couldn't speak..."

After hearing this, the young man's expression changed instantly. He gestured to his mouth and then ran out of the door.

Zhang Xingwang looked at the young man who was leaving, hesitating to speak, while the manager casually explained:

"It's okay, he's my grandson, not my biological son..."

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Hearing Zhang Xingwang exclaiming "Wow!", he was about to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere, but the manager instantly regained his servile smile and naggingly said:

"Don't get the wrong idea, I'm a real man and I have no connection with the palace. This kid has grown up under our care.

We live in the same courtyard. Although he is not as capable as you, he is very smart.

You were really a bit too aggressive today. Although you are skilled and bold, you will be in trouble if you are jealous and gossipy. If this happens again in the future, just let me know where to go. "

"Find a place for you to move. I'm afraid it's not as safe as if I were to deliver it here. Besides, at least I won't be caught red-handed..."

After hearing this, the Third Master interrupted Zhang Xingwang's words, with a gleam of longing in his eyes, and said to the manager:

"How can a disciple of the Eight-Armed Arhat be so weak in courage? But such a small fry is not worth his effort."

Then he turned to Zhang Xingwang and said:

"When is the next time?"

Zhang Xingwang listened to what the Third Master said and guessed that his understanding of catching the person red-handed was a little distorted. Since they were not afraid of taking risks, he was too lazy to be a good guy.

I still think I should follow the manager's method, so after thinking for a while, I replied:

"Um...how about once a month? But I'm not sure how many times."

"Well...then the night of the full moon."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed his pipe at the steward, and then said:

"You choose the place."

After saying that, he nodded at Zhang Xingwang and walked out with a gait.

After the Third Master left, the steward looked at Zhang Xingwang, who was still counting on his fingers when the next full moon would come, and said helplessly:

"Don't bother yourself with it. Don't waste your time on it. I'll just let you know in advance."

"Why did the Third Master let you choose the place? Do you have any secret base?"

"Why do we need a base? This is our only base.

The Third Master asked me to rent a yard for you. After all, we have connections in this area. Is there anything you want this time?"

"Come on, let's stick to the old rules. Just tell me what you have."

"As for the stuff, it's no different from before. What Third Master means is that if you need anything, we can arrange for someone to go to the black market to exchange it for you."

"That's great. The more fine grains, bills, meat, etc., the better. We can just deduct them from the grain money when the time comes."

.........

When Zhang Xingwang and the steward went out, they saw that the Third Master had set up a big pot in the yard, stewing some meat bones and vegetables, making the yard full of fragrance. There were also two small stools and wine on the side, which showed that he came prepared.

Seeing Third Master's eyes signaling him to sit down and eat, Zhang Xingwang, who had been running all day, waved his hand to refuse. He thought that if he went back late again today, God knew what Fourth Sister would think of him.

"Can't you drink alcohol with that craft of yours?"

"That's not it."

"Drink less. If you drink too much, your hands will become unstable. A master must have a clear mind..."

The steward listened to what the Third Master said, pulled Zhang Xingwang to sit down, casually picked up two pieces of meat for him, and said:

"Eat something before you go. The Third Master hasn't been feeling well lately..."

The Third Master was a man who would persuade people to drink. After he saw Zhang Xingwang sitting down, he picked up his glass and pointed it at the new moon in the night sky. With cloudy eyes and a melancholy tone, he slowly spoke:

"The hero is short of breath... cough... cough"

The lonely voice, coupled with a perfect cough and the momentum of drinking the whole glass in one gulp, made Zhang Xingwang helplessly and willingly accompany the steward to drink a glass.

Then he comforted the Third Master, saying that the weather in March was still very cold, not to mention that it was already the middle of the night...

A gust of night wind blew by, and looking at the shivering Third Master, Zhang Xingwang kindly reminded him:

"Third Master, why don't we go inside to eat? You're not fully recovered yet, so you'd better not drink.

If the typhoid fever gets worse, it won’t just be a matter of shortness of breath. The ground hasn’t been completely thawed yet, so digging the grave is going to be very difficult…”