Siheyuan: How the Little People Live

"Forget it, Wenjing, take out some of our food and make some for the three of us to fill our stomachs first."

Faced with such spoiled parents, uncle Zhang Liguo suddenly lost his composure and could only ask his wife to cook the remaining food at home to fill his stomach.

My aunt Ji Wenjing didn't say anything. Although the family had its own food, it was all for her children. After all, they couldn't get enough to eat at her parents-in-law's house.

Besides, this is the first time that my nephew is coming, so I can't go and call my parents-in-law. If my parents-in-law knew that my nephew was coming, they would definitely make a big fuss.

“Brother, I said that our parents never took us brothers seriously. They only had little brothers in their eyes and didn’t care about our brothers at all.”

My second uncle Zhang Lijun couldn't stand it anymore and complained.

"Hey, second brother is back. What are you complaining about again? Don't you have any food to eat?"

The person who came out was a thin, middle-aged man with a handsome appearance and fair skin. His clothes were not patched at all, and it was obvious that he came from a relatively wealthy family.

Listening to what he said, I could not help but guess that this was my uncle Zhang Liming who was spoiled to death by my grandparents. It was quite disgusting to say that. Everyone knew that all the food went into their family's mouths.

"Third brother, please talk less."

My uncle couldn't bear it and scolded him.

However, the younger uncle ignored the older uncle's words, and did not even consider him as a unit. He said with his nose in the air:

"Brother, are you ordering me around? Believe it or not, I'll tell mom and dad that your family won't have anything to eat tonight. I'm telling you, everything in the Zhang family belongs to me, and you have to listen to me, otherwise you'll go hungry."

Last night, a person from an outsider said that his sister had passed away, and the factory compensated his family with two work quotas. The person said that as long as one of their people went, they could get one quota, and his parents also said that they would give this quota to him. By then, he would be a city dweller and even a worker. Now, he naturally looks down on his eldest and second brothers who are still farmers.

"you..."

The uncle was speechless for a moment. He didn't expect that his younger brother, who had only spent one night together, would dare to be so arrogant.

"Uncle, I think he thinks we are not on the same level as him."

Ye Wenwu fanned the flames from the side.

"Who are you kid? But no matter who you are now, what you said is quite right. My parents told me that when the work quota is reached, they will give it to me. By then, I will be a city dweller, a working-class elder brother, and you are just farmers. You are no longer worthy of talking to me."

"Limin, what nonsense are you talking about? Our Zhang family has been farmers for generations. If you say something like this again, do you believe I will beat you up?"

Uncle Zhang Liguo is not one to pamper his younger brother. He didn't expect that before he even got the work target, his younger brother would become so arrogant that he even dared to threaten him in front of him.

If I don't teach him a lesson today, my position as the eldest son of the Zhang family might be unstable.

"Big brother gives you face, I call you big brother, don't give yourself no face, if you dare to hit me, do you believe that your parents will not recognize you as their son?"

Uncle Zhang Liming took two steps back for a moment. He knew what kind of character his elder brother had. Moreover, he had never worked before, and if he was caught by his elder brother, he would definitely be beaten up.

Especially the sharp eyes of his second brother. He was probably the one who made trouble for himself when he was caught by his eldest brother, so he came up to join in. After all, he was the one who bullied his second brother's family more.

It was also his fault that he drank a little wine at noon and got carried away, and spoke out his true feelings in front of his eldest brother. But since he had said it, he was not afraid. His parents were on his side anyway, and even if they wanted this work target, he could just let his parents intervene.

Seeing that his younger brother was scared away by him, uncle Zhang Liguo's face looked extremely ugly.

The family business hasn't been divided yet, but my status as the eldest son has already begun to be threatened. No matter what my parents say today, I have to divide the family business.

You know, my parents called me into the room last night and said that this work quota was a fair competition. It’s been less than one night, and my parents have already agreed to give this work quota to their younger brother, me?

"Liguo, you guys come over for dinner."

Since it was almost noon, there was no time to prepare food. My aunt Ji Wenjing took out the corn paste grown at home and made a pot of corn paste. However, Ye Wenwu and the others did not act pretentiously. They each took a bowl of corn paste and ate it with pickles.

Unfortunately, just when Ye Wenwu and his friends were enjoying their meal, an old woman rushed in from outside. She ran in with a face full of flesh and kicked the small table to the ground with one foot.

"Eat, what are you eating? Who told you to eat? Do you have a mother like me in your store?"

He is 1 meters tall, with a face full of flesh, gray hair, and wearing dark blue clothes, but what he does is impressive.

Ye Wenwu was also annoyed when he saw the corn paste scattered on his chest.

I was already starving. In the morning, I only had a bowl of porridge because my two uncles were frugal. I also rode dozens of kilometers on mountain roads. Now the table was kicked over before I could even take a few sips of the corn porridge. Anyone would be furious.

"mom...."

My second uncle Zhang Lijun was hit by the table and felt dizzy. When he saw that his mother had kicked the table over, he stood up and shouted in panic.

However, the eldest uncle did not want to let his second brother speak, but first stopped his wife and protected him behind him, and then said:

"Mom, you can't tell me what's going on. You have to kick the table."

Uncle Zhang Liguo's face looked very calm, but Ye Wenwu knew that the calmer his uncle's face was, the angrier he might be inside. After all, if one's heart was dead, one would not care about anything.

"I'm your mother, I can kick you if I want to. Are you questioning me?"

"I haven't found any problems with you yet, but you're finding problems with me first. Did you threaten your brother and beat him just now? My husband and I couldn't bear to beat you, but you still dared to beat your brother. Do you think you're crazy today? I'm telling you, big brother, don't think you can beat anyone just because you're the boss of the family. You can't touch a hair of your third brother."