Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Tong Yao never thought that Ye Chuan actually bought a complete courtyard house several years ago, and even accurately predicted that its value would rise this year.

If I had told her about my purchase of the courtyard house, I'm afraid everyone in the school would know about it, and her family would be in danger.

What surprised her even more was that Ye Chuan had spent four to five years to build the courtyard house into the shape that matched her dreams.

Her mind was as clear as a mirror. She knew that her little sentimentality was incompatible with this era. If she had not married Ye Chuan at the beginning, but had hastily married any ordinary factory worker, she would probably be trapped in pain all day long and grow older.

Over the years she was filled with gratitude because she was married to the man she loved and had the necessities of life, that is, emotional abundance.

From the time of marriage until today, not to mention the people outside the courtyard walls, at home, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law alone has caused many women a headache.

But her relationship with her mother-in-law is almost as close as that between a biological mother and her daughter, and her biological mother also gets along very well with her mother-in-law, as if they were close friends.

After taking over the key to the courtyard house, even when I was pregnant, I would walk to the courtyard and sit there every three or two days as exercise.

Sitting in the center of the courtyard, gazing at the golden koi in the fish pond and the big trees in the courtyard, she always felt contented and happy.

What surprised Tong Yao even more was that the collection of books in this courtyard was even larger than that in her residence.

There is an entire wall of the house filled with books, with about 2,000 volumes; and there is a library full of knowledge, with a large number of books piled up in the east room - a rough estimate is that there are at least more than 20,000 volumes.

The shock of this situation is self-evident: the scale of the home collection is much larger and richer than that of ordinary public libraries, and it also contains rare and precious versions of documents that have important cultural research significance.

As time passed, the external situation became more and more chaotic, and Ye Chuan's workload also increased.

Due to the suggestions and tasks put forward by his team colleagues, he had no choice but to decide to jointly establish a committee organization with the Commerce Bureau and the Second Electrical Manufacturing Company.

One day, when he was alone at his desk reviewing various documents during his busy work, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Ye Chuan couldn't help but frown and stare at who had trespassed without permission. He saw his wife gasping for breath and walking into the inner hall: "Yaoyao, why did you come here in person?"

Tong Yao was seen gently stroking the baby in her belly, and quickly took the cup on the table and drank the water in the cup.

"Wait, let me rest for a while!" Tong Yao slumped down on the sofa, with beads of sweat on her forehead. Ye Chuan stood up, picked up a towel, and carefully wiped the sweat off his wife's forehead.

After five minutes, he slowly said, "Yaoyao, why are you in such a hurry? You have such a big belly, you should pay attention to your safety."

Tong Yao took a breath and said anxiously, "Ye Chuan, go help Qiu Ye. She was labeled as a 'stinky ninth'. I heard that she will be asked to sweep the streets. She has to clean two alleys several hundred meters long every day, and she will not be allowed to go home until she finishes the cleaning."

Ye Chuan let out a long sigh, "You scared me, I thought something happened!" "Isn't this a big deal? My good sister is in trouble!" Tong Yao seemed a little at a loss.

Ye Chuan sat next to her and said gently, "Qiu Ye's situation is rather special. Her parents have experience living and studying abroad, and her ancestors were capitalists. Her current situation is greatly influenced by her family."

Tong Yao nodded, "Yes, Ye Chuan, you must help her. Qiu Ye has not been in good health. If she is asked to sweep the streets every day, how can she bear it if the work is so heavy?"

"I can try to say hello, but her parents don't live in our area, so what I say there may not have much power."

Tong Yao frowned, and after a while she said, "Then...how about letting Qiu Ye live in our courtyard house temporarily?"

She was struggling in her heart. She had never lived in the courtyard house before, so she couldn't take care of much in such an emergency.

Ye Chuan smiled and patted her head gently, "Can't bear to leave?" Tong Yao pursed her lips and whispered, "I haven't even moved in yet!"

Ye Chuan laughed and continued, "Actually, I also bought a small ** house at that time. But later I didn't pay much attention to it, and I only went there a few times in the past few years."

Tong Yao heard this and grabbed Ye Chuan's arm, saying mischievously, "Ye Chuan, what else are you hiding from me?"

Ye Chuan said helplessly: "It's really nothing. In addition to the two courtyards, I also bought some furniture, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, and books. These are piled up in the room of our courtyard. You should have seen them."

Some of the precious items in his collection were placed in a special place, and the rest were stored in the side rooms of the courtyard.

"Is there anything else you haven't hidden from me?" Tong Yao asked, looking him seriously in the eyes.

Ye Chuan's eyes flashed with a hint of evasion. He knew that the matter about the courtyard house was acceptable, but his relationship with Hu Yanni and Li Hui Kuizi must not be easily revealed. However, Tong Yao had already caught the evasion in his eyes, but did not continue to ask.

She knew that she loved him deeply, and he loved her just as deeply, and that was enough!

The next day, Ye Chuan came to Hongxing Primary School, which was not far from the commercial district. The school had been closed for a long time, and the place that was once full of life seemed a little quiet. When he was about to step into the school gate, the security guard stopped him.

"Hey, hey, you want to break in without saying hello? Who are you?" The man in his forties in the guard room was obviously not the Uncle Wu that Ye Chuan was familiar with.

The man's clothes were half-opened, and he looked like someone who was not to be trifled with. He exuded a gangster-like aura. "Who are you? Where is Uncle Wu?" Ye Chuan asked.

The man staggered out of the guard room, looked Ye Chuan up and down, stiffened his neck and said, "What does this have to do with you! School hasn't started yet, get out of here!"

Ye Chuan took out his work ID from his pocket and waved it in front of the man, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly, how dare you stop me?"

Seeing the work permit handed over by Ye Chuan, the man's expression immediately changed completely. If he was not mistaken, it clearly said "Ye Chuan, Deputy Director" on it.

"Oh my God!" The man could hardly stand.

Ye Chuan snorted and prepared to walk directly into the campus, "Ye... Director Ye, I will go and notify others to come and greet you." The man said respectfully.

"Stop! Watch your post! No need to report!" Ye Chuan said sternly.

When the man returned to his post, his legs were still trembling. Ye Chuan walked slowly into the school. There was no large sports area here, only ** land and simple training facilities, which looked a bit shabby compared to the future conditions.

Soon after he entered the teaching building, he could vaguely hear a burst of noise not far away. He followed the direction of the noise to the door of the school auditorium. The noise behind the door seemed very excited, and there were some swear words.

After listening quietly for a few minutes, Ye Chuan suddenly opened the door of the auditorium and immediately saw the scene in front of him - the auditorium was about 100 square meters, with a temporary stage in the front and chairs densely placed below. There were a dozen people being criticized standing on the stage; on the side, a person was pointing at the people on the stage and making a fierce speech.

He immediately understood the situation. Those on the stage, who were called "stinky old nines", were the suffering group. The group of people sitting in the seats with angry expressions below were the school's sports committee members. There were three people standing on the stage whom he knew - they were the principal Meng Qinggui, and two teachers Ran Qiuye and Yan Bugui. Ran Qiuye looked quite depressed, with messy hair and mottled marks on her clothes. But when he came in, no one noticed, and all attention was focused on the podium.

He stood at the entrance and watched for a moment. The man was in a state of excitement, mocking everyone on the podium and belittling them as if their existence was a stain on the world.

(“bddd“)“Stop!”

Then a deep male voice was heard, and a slightly fat figure was seen hurrying towards the door.

Ye Chuan took a look and saw that it was Mr. Cui, the director of the Sports Committee and the former vice-director of the school. Compared with his gentle appearance in the past, his figure was much bloated, giving people a more oily feeling.

"Director Ye? Why are you here? I'm so sorry that I didn't go to the door to greet you!" Director Cui stretched out his hands from a distance, showing great hospitality.

Ye Chuan simply stretched out his hand and shook his hand, then asked, "What's going on?"

Director Cui wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly explained: "Director Ye, the people on the stage have all made mistakes, and we are criticizing and educating them."

Ye Chuan did not respond to his explanation and turned his gaze to the top of the stage.

At this time, more than a dozen people on the stage looked towards the door. Ran Qiuye recognized Ye Chuan at a glance, with a complex look in her eyes, and then lowered her head.

Yan Bugui and Meng Qinggui had dazed expressions on their faces. They were the first people to criticize on stage and had experienced countless criticisms.

Especially Meng Qinggui, who was originally the principal of the school. When the situation suddenly changed, his power was taken away by the vice-principal Cui, only because he came from a poor family, while Meng Qinggui came from a scholarly family.

At first he tried to resist, but it was in vain. The teachers on the criticism committee did not give him a chance to explain. Their daily task was to criticize and teach him a lesson.

Gradually, Meng Qinggui got used to this kind of life, receiving education every day and then working.

Yan Bugui had a similar experience, but the current situation was entirely his own fault.

Before the situation changed, he always boasted that he came from a scholarly family; when the change occurred, the criticism and denunciation committee identified him as an old-school person without conducting any investigation, and no explanation he gave was of any use.

After Ye Chuan learned about the situation, he almost couldn't help laughing. This is really a case of being smart all your life but confused for a moment.