Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Who? Meng Wutong? She is three years older than Jie Cheng, and the key is that she is divorced." Yan Bugui seemed to know this woman.

"Teacher Yan, you are prejudiced. A girl who is three years older than a university student is rich and knows how to love people when she grows up. What's wrong with being divorced? You are a teacher and you should know that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles, and traveling thousands of miles is not as good as meeting countless people. Isn't it good to have more experience?" Zhao Chunyan directly retorted.

"No, absolutely no. Not only is the money she earns dirty, but she also had an abortion. Everyone on the street knows that." Yan Bugui directly rejected Zhao Chunyan's proposal.

"Teacher Yan, what's unclean about the money she earns? It's all men's hard-earned money. She's had an abortion, which means she's in good health. The most important thing is that she doesn't want a dowry. Think about it, not only does she not have to pay to marry a wife, but she can also make money for the family. Where can you find such a good thing?" Zhao Chunyan continued.

"Zhao Chunyan, I fuck your mother!" Yang Ruihua rushed forward in anger. But Liu Chuncao, who was on the side, had been prepared and hugged her again. Zhao Chunyan left quickly, leaving behind the laughing crowd and Yan Bugui who was carrying seven or eight apples.

Yan Bugui was stunned and stood there motionless. He didn't know why such a thing happened. Any normal person would know that someone was targeting him and wanted to kill him.

It's over. His family's reputation is ruined. It will be very difficult for Yan Jiecheng to find a good wife again.

Yan Jiecheng also sat there motionless, no one knew what he was thinking. He should also know that his marriage was in trouble.

Today is another happy night in the No. 95 compound, which is seriously inconsistent with the atmosphere of the upcoming Qingming Festival. Today, several people in the No. 95 compound choked while eating, just because they recalled Zhao Chunyan's words, which were so fucking cruel.

Zhang Cuihua couldn't stop laughing today, and she didn't even eat because she choked and her snot fell into the porridge. But today she also found the problem, she knew Zhao Chunyan and Liu Chuncao very well. Zhao Chunyan couldn't say such words because she had never been to school, and her words were not something a shrew could say. Could it be that Yan Bugui had offended someone? Zhang Cuihua was excited.

Zhang Cuihua came to the backyard and shared her discovery with her younger brothers and sisters, which made Zhang Dabao and Zhang Lianhua laugh.

"Sister, everyone knows that Old Yan's family has been targeted. He has offended the matchmaker. It seems that this has some impact on the marriages of his children," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Old Yan is really stingy, but he usually doesn't offend anyone, and even if he does, he doesn't offend them badly. It must be Yang Ruihua who has offended Zhao Chunyan." Zhang Cuihua figured out the problem.

"These have nothing to do with us. I want to go back to the village to visit the grave tomorrow. Will you go with me? Second sister won't go back. What Jia Youxing's mother did those two times was too much," Zhang Dabao asked Zhang Cuihua.

"Go back to Zhangjia Village? I want to go back, but I also want to go back to Jiajia Village. I haven't talked to Youfu for a long time. He knows that our family is getting better and better. It would be great if he were still alive." Zhang Cuihua, who was still happy a second ago, thought of her late husband Jia Youfu and shed tears sadly.

"Okay, I'll bring Dongxu with me tomorrow and send you to Jiajia Village first. I'll pick you up in the afternoon. Whose house are you going to have dinner at?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Let's eat at Dongxu's third uncle's house. I haven't seen Cai for several years. I wonder how he is doing," Zhang Cuihua said with a sigh.

"Da Biao, when you go to the grave, go to my father's place and burn some paper for me and tell him that I'm doing well." At this time, Zhang Cuihua was in tears and no longer looked like a shrew.

In the front yard, at Yan's house, the air seemed to be frozen.

"Old Yang, we may have offended someone. You all should think about it, especially Jie Cheng. Who did we offend? Did we offend Zhao Chunyan?" Yan Bugui asked his wife and children.

"Dad, I can't possibly offend anyone, let alone Aunt Zhao. I was counting on her to find me a good wife. Now what happens? Will anyone find me a wife in the future?" Yan Jiecheng collapsed.

"Me neither," Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang also shook their heads.

Everyone looked at Yang Ruihua.

"I didn't mess with Zhao Chunyan. A few days ago, I told her to keep an eye out for good girls and introduce them to Jie Cheng," said Yang Ruihua.

"Did you give money to the matchmaker?" Yan Bugui asked.

"Are you going to give it to her before the introduction? It's not like you won't give it to her after you introduce her to the girl," said Yang Ruihua.

"It seems that the problem lies with you. Nowadays, matchmaking requires money to be paid first. What if you don't give it after the introduction? You are breaking the unspoken rules of their industry," Yan Bugui said, pointing at Ji Ruihua.

"What should we do? Send the money to her again?" Yang Ruihua asked his wife a little angrily.

"Is it useful to send him a gift? Now that things have become like this, he should look for a job first. Without a job, Jie Cheng can only find a wife like this. There is no possibility of finding a good one at all," Yan Bugui concluded.

"Dad, there aren't many odd jobs available nowadays. There aren't any proper jobs, not even temporary jobs," Yan Jiecheng said to his father.

"How could there be no one? Zhang Cuihua is 47 years old and can still work in the factory," Yan Bugui said loudly to his son.

"Zhang Cuihua was able to work in the factory because she has a good brother. First, he gave a pig to Qin Huairu to get a job, and now he saved a life and got Jia Dongxu a job. We don't have any meat, and we haven't saved anyone, so why should they give me a job?" There is some truth in Yan Jiecheng's words.

"So let's find out first." Yan Bugui certainly knew these things, and his tone became a little gentler.

"Now all units in the city are downsizing. In the past six months, the street office has only arranged a job for Liu Guangtian. The street office also feels sorry for him and doesn't want anything to happen. Now whenever you go to the street office to ask, there is no position. If you can't find a job, ask someone. Taking over a position is the best way." Yan Jiecheng has been looking for work everywhere since he finished junior high school, but he hasn't been arranged for any job until now, so he knows more.

"Replace the position? How did you come up with that idea? A collective position like Liu Guangtian's costs three hundred yuan. Do we have that money?" Yan Bugui got angry when he heard about the money.

"It costs a year's money, but I can get the money back every month. I've thought about it. As long as my family pays for me to take up the position, I will only need three yuan for pocket money every month within two years, and I can give the rest to my family. After I get married, I will have to give at least half of my salary to them." Yan Jiecheng worked hard for his job. He knew that he would not be able to impress his father unless he made a big bet in the Yan family.

"Okay, Jie Cheng, write down what you said. Our family can't just talk about it. I must keep evidence." When Yan Bugui heard what his son said, he felt that there was profit to be made and wanted to agree.

"I'll write it." Yan Jiecheng wrote the document and handed it to his father. Yan Bugui agreed to him and began to inquire about the job.