Siheyuan: How the Little People Live

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, looked at the road above the steering wheel and then at Ye Wenwu's back, gritted his teeth and shouted at Ye Wenwu:

"Wenwu, did you forget to take the meat?"

Ye Wenwu, who was walking, heard the shout from behind and smiled.

"Uncle, this is my gift to you. This is fresh wild pork."

The third uncle Yan Bugui felt warm in his heart.

"This kid."

You have to know that most people in college look at themselves through tinted glasses, always thinking that they are the stingy person who is good at calculating and taking advantage, but who knows the pain in their hearts.

"Cousin, who was that person just now?"

Zhang Xingbang saw Ye Wenwu return the bicycle to the other party and bring some meat to the only family in the compound, and asked curiously.

"Hey, this is a complicated matter. I'll tell you tonight. You and your cousin's wife can stay in my parents' room first. You may need to clean it up. I'm going to go out and buy some food."

Zhang Xingbang thought about it and nodded. When he was away from home, his father would tell him.

You say that your cousin is very capable, so if you have any questions, ask him more. Also, this work target was given to you by your cousin, so don't take advantage of the fact that you are his cousin to tell him what to do.

So Zhang Xingbang knew in his heart that everything he had now was given to him by his cousin.

Although his father did not explicitly say what had happened, Zhang Xingbang knew from the admiration in his father's eyes that his cousin was no simple person.

Ye Wenwu opened the door and all the windows in the house to ventilate the room. After all, no one had lived there for three days.

Then he said hello to his cousin and his wife, and rode his bike to the vegetable market.

As for why he didn't go to the Pigeon Market, it was because the Pigeon Market was usually open at night, and it was a black market tacitly approved by the government. It was indeed a good place for people who lacked tickets, but the only thing Ye Wenwu didn't lack was tickets.

I am not the son of a prominent family. I am just an ordinary citizen now. There is no need to make trouble.

Ye Wenwu didn't buy much, just a roast duck, a live rooster, some cabbage, green peppers and other things.

Seeing his cousin buy so many vegetables, Zhang Xingbang swallowed his saliva and said reluctantly:

"Wenwu, don't you want to live anymore? You bought so many things back."

"What is this? My cousin and his wife finally came to my place. Although my parents are gone, I am still here. I have to entertain them well. Besides, these things are not much. You will know when you enter the steel mill tomorrow."

Zhang Xingbang didn't feel any pressure. After all, he already owed so much, and it didn't matter if he owed a little more. At most, he would be nicer to his cousin's family when he got a job in the future.

"Wenwu, I'm going to be rude to you, cousin. I didn't expect that after following you to the city, you could afford to eat the signature roast duck. When we get back to the village, I'm going to tell them about the taste of this roast duck so that they can have a taste of it, too."

"Then cousin, you must eat more tonight, don't be embarrassed."

Ye Wenwu didn't buy any white wine, because he didn't like it very much last time, so he just bought a bunch of soda.

There is strength in numbers, and several delicious dishes were prepared in no time.

Ye Wenwu and his cousin and his wife were sitting in the house. There were four dishes on the table, a bottle of soda in front of each of them, and white rice in the bowl in front of them.

That’s right. Ye Wenwu was a southerner in his previous life. He couldn’t stand eating steamed buns and other pasta every day in the north, so most of the food his family bought was rice, with a small amount of flour, corn paste and other miscellaneous grains.

But there were also four big steamed white buns on the table, as Ye Wenwu was worried that his cousin and his wife might not be used to eating rice.

Ye Wenwu was enjoying his meal, but the people in the yard were having a hard time.

Although most people in the compound can afford it, they seldom buy these meats. Usually, only Sha Zhu's family in the Central Courtyard can bring some food back from the canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, but those things can be eaten after just heating them up, and are rarely reheated.

What is different from Ye Wenwu's house is that the aroma of Ye Wenwu's stewed meat is so fragrant that it fills the entire yard. Anyone who has just got off work and passes by the front yard cannot stand it and will wipe their saliva unconsciously.

Especially the eldest grandson of the Jia family, Banggeng, who was crying and making a fuss about wanting to eat meat, but he didn't notice that his father Jia Dongxu's face had turned dark.

Then, there were screams like ghosts howling in the house.

Uncle Yi Zhonghai also had a gloomy face. He looked at the meat dishes in front of him and didn't feel any fragrance at all.

Second Uncle Liu Haizhong only liked his plate of fried eggs. Thinking of the fragrance when he passed by Ye Wenwu's door, and looking at his two sons staring at his fried eggs with drooling, a surge of anger surged in his heart.

Afterwards, there were ghostly howling sounds coming from the backyard.

Ye Wenwu was enjoying his meal with his cousin and his wife at the moment and had no idea that the food he ate had caused ghosts and wolves to howl in the middle and back yards. Even if he knew, he would have just laughed it off.

"Cousin, come with me to the Red Star Steel Mill tomorrow. I'll see if I can arrange a slightly more stable job for you. If that's not possible, I'll find a better master to guide you."

"As for cousin, you can just clean up and have some fun at home tomorrow. Don't feel stressed. If you feel stressed living with me, you can find another place to live. But now I think you should stay with me first. Wait until the work at the factory is stable before considering these things."

The three of them drank a glass, and seeing the expressions of his cousin and cousin-in-law who seemed to be hesitant, Ye Wenwu didn't want to tease them anymore and spoke out what was on his mind.

"Ask me. When my father came out, he told me to do whatever you said. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. You can do whatever you want with me."

Zhang Xingbang pretended to be serious and said, then picked up a bottle of soda on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Ye Wenwu rolled his eyes. How could he not know what his cousin Zhang Xingbang was thinking? Didn't he just want to drink this soda? But when he was a kid, he felt the soda was really good, quite sweet, and the key was that the air pierced his throat, which was really refreshing.

My cousin’s wife, Liu Xiaomei, is a very honest person. When she saw her husband like this, she was so embarrassed that her face turned red and she almost buried her face in the bowl.

When Zhang Xianbang finished drinking a bottle of soda, he saw Ye Wenwu's half-smile and half-smile, and shyly buried his head in the bowl.

Ye Wenwu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he saw his cousin and his wife both buried their heads in the bowls. No wonder you two look like a couple.

He and his cousin are going to the Red Star Steel Mill tomorrow, and this is a decision he has considered carefully.

There will definitely be a big storm in a few years. If you are a worker now, this will be a talisman.

Moreover, he would not directly go in to work as a front-line worker. In his previous life, he did everything on the front line and worked himself to death. He was far less carefree than those who worked in offices.

This time he was going to target the office staff. As for his cousin, Ye Wenwu had better arrange him to work on the front line. As for which type of work it was up to him, he would make arrangements with him and ask him to find a relatively honest and simple master. Then he would take his cousin to his master's house to perform the etiquette of apprenticeship and give him some gifts. Otherwise, the master would not give his cousin the real craftsmanship.