Siheyuan: How the Little People Live

Ye Wenwu originally wanted to investigate the murderer and the whole cause of the incident.

But what happened between his uncle and aunt in the past two years forced him to shift his attention.

As for why my uncle and aunt were like this, it might be because I felt a lot of pressure when I asked them to separate the family business before. What's more, I used my parents' pension to build a house for them, but they didn't protect it well and let these things go to waste. This might have put them under greater psychological pressure.

Because the house was under construction, my eldest uncle and my second uncle both lived in an old house not far from the village office.

Ye Wenwu walked in and saw that the house was in tatters. It had been almost half a month since he left. He was shocked that only his two families had moved here for such a long time, yet there was still such a strong musty smell.

No wonder my aunt is bedridden because of this incident. The blow is one thing, but it may also be related to the living environment.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back, what's wrong with you?"

My cousin Zhang Xingbang started shouting before he even entered the house.

It was my cousin Liu Mei who came out, and my cousin Liu Ming had a worried look on his face.

"Xingbang, you are back."

"Dad never eats. He just sits there in a daze, not talking to anyone, and not doing anything."

"Mom just fell asleep."

Hearing this, Ye Wenwu sighed. It seemed that this incident was indeed a big blow to his uncle.

Maybe it's because of my memories from later life that I feel 600 yuan is not a lot of money.

But he forgot that it would take his uncle more than ten years of hard work to earn these 600 yuan.

With so much money on your shoulders, it's already good enough that you haven't been crushed.

"Cousin, go check on your aunt. Leave your uncle to me. I'll talk to him."

Seeing his cousin looking at him pleadingly, Ye Wenwu took over the burden directly.

You have to know that the only one who doesn't feel guilty is yourself.

"Uncle."

I saw my uncle sitting there alone, his face still a little black, obviously left over from fighting the fire last night.

It has not been wiped yet, and when Ye Wenwu looked over, his eyes were very empty.

Hearing Ye Wenwu's words, uncle Zhang Liguo's eyes showed some expression, which was then covered by deep guilt.

"Wenwu, I'm sorry for you."

The hoarse voice made Ye Wenwu frown.

Ye Wenwu knew how guilty his uncle felt inside, but he thought that the matter would be fine once he talked it out, so he poured a glass of water from the table next to him and handed it to his uncle.

"Uncle, you may think that 600 yuan is a lot and it may take you 10 or 20 years of hard work to earn it, but for me, it only takes one year to earn it."

"Besides, it was just the house that burned down. As long as no one is hurt, everything will be fine."

Ye Wenwu was not bragging. When he became the director in the future, let alone whether he could earn 100 yuan a month, how could he not earn 60 yuan?

So this is not just him bragging.

Unfortunately, this matter did not cause any reaction to uncle Zhang Liguo. In his mind, it was easy for his nephew to say the 600 yuan, as he was just trying to comfort him.

Ye Wenwu sighed, knowing that his uncle Zhang Liguo was getting stuck in a dead end. Even if he called his cousin Zhang Xingbang over to prove it, it would be useless. Ye Wenwu would definitely suspect that he had colluded with his son to deceive him.

"Uncle, you look like this, which is what the other party wants to see the most."

Ye Wenwu could only resort to provocation. In the whole village, the only people who had grudges against his uncles were probably his grandfather's family. As for burning down the house, it was probably because he was too proud to offend them. They wouldn't do that.

And who would most like to see him like this, to make them regret their original decision to split up the family? The blame would fall squarely on the grandparents.

When my uncle Zhang Liguo heard this, his expression changed. He opened his mouth but still didn't say a word.

Ye Wenwu knew that he had to put in more effort, so he immediately continued:

"Uncle, you and Uncle Two are pretty popular in our village. You probably don't offend many people. Even if you do offend someone, they won't burn your house down, will they?"

Ye Wenwu paused, looked at his uncle's expression, and found that there was no change, then continued.

"Actually, uncle, you know in your heart who is most likely to have set the fire. Not only uncle, you know it, but everyone in the village knows it, but no one is willing to stand up. In addition, there is no evidence for this matter, and the other party will never admit it. There is nothing we can do."

This sentence really touched my uncle Zhang Liguo, and a hint of hatred flashed across his guilty look.

Zhang Liguo never thought that his parents would be so ruthless. Not only did they favor his third brother, but they didn't even want his house and property. In the end, they even hired someone to burn down his house.

He found it hard to accept it for a while. After all, his nephew had clearly agreed with him, and the money for building the house was his sister's pension. He felt even more sorry for his deceased sister.

"But they are my parents after all, and as a son, I have no way to do anything about it."

The uncle finally said something, and Ye Wenwu breathed a sigh of relief. At least they still had some conversation.

"Uncle, don't worry about this. Since they did it first, don't blame us. I plan to lure the snake out of its hole and catch them in one go. Then it will depend on what the village will do."

"And I came back just for this matter. I thought you didn't need to worry about the 600 yuan you were worried about, uncle. I heard from my second uncle that you and your second uncle had given your salary to grandma for the past 10 years. If you were really caught, they would still be able to get the 600 yuan."

My uncle Zhang Liguo looked incredulous, because every time his wife asked his mother, she always said that she had no money and it was too expensive to support a family of three.

"This is impossible?"

Ye Wenwu smiled.

"Uncle, this is not impossible. Don't you think about how much money you earn for your family every year?"

"Now is the time to ask them to pay a little bit. Didn't they borrow 600 yuan to buy the house? Shouldn't they, as parents, give their son another 400 yuan to support him? If they don't have 1000 yuan, then this matter might as well be handed over to the village."

Although Ye Wenwu said this, he was only comforting his uncle Zhang Liguo. When the time comes, he will tell his great-grandfather about this. According to the rules of the village, he will have to pay compensation even if he doesn't want to, and he will have to bear the consequences himself.

But his uncle Zhang Liguo is the son of his grandparents after all. If he did this in the village, he would definitely be pointed at and scolded behind his back by everyone.

But Ye Wenwu was different. He didn’t live in the village anyway, so they could scold him as they pleased.

What's more, considering how these two cheap grandparents treated my parents, it's already good enough that I didn't charge them some interest.

But now that they are getting more aggressive, Ye Wenwu is not so easy to mess with.

Uncle Zhang Liguo's expression eased a little at this time, but he still felt a little guilty when looking at his nephew. After all, only uncles help nephews, not nephews help uncles.