Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

As the morning light breaks, the yard is already bustling with activity.

He Yuzhu held a bowl of rice porridge, chewed it slowly with some side dishes, and watched the aunties busy washing the ingredients.

His eyes moved among the crowd, and when he saw the chef this time, his eyes froze, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The chef this time has been replaced by a new one. It is no longer the chef Tang who was invited last time when Jia Dongxu got married.

It seems that the last incident really offended Master Tang, so he won't come again this time. Otherwise, the chef wouldn't let outsiders take away his job.

"Hey, why think so much. Just don't come to me, no matter who he invites." He shook his head slightly, smiled at himself, finished the porridge in the bowl, turned around and walked back to the living room.

As the sun gradually rose higher, Yan Bugui, who had no classes at the moment, said hello and hurried back to the yard to prepare for the banquet.

Qin Huairu's family came in a donkey cart and got off outside the yard.

They looked at the yard in front of them. They hadn't been there for more than a year and were not sure if it was the right place.

"What are you guys here for?" Yan Bugui couldn't help but ask as he looked at the people in front of him who were hesitating.

When Old Man Qin heard the voice, he turned around and looked at Yan Bugui, who looked familiar, and replied in a somewhat reserved tone, "Sir, may I ask if Qin Huairu is in this courtyard?"

When he saw Yan Bugui wearing glasses and a pen stuck in his chest, he thought he was a cadre like the village chief.

When Yan Bugui heard this, he smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line, and waved his hands repeatedly: "I am not a cadre, just an ordinary teacher. You must be Qin Huairu's family!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" When the three heard Yan Bugui's words, they smiled and nodded hurriedly.

Yan Bugui looked at the three people in front of him and nodded: "Okay, I'll take you to the Jia family."

"Teacher Yan, thank you so much!"

As the three of them expressed their gratitude, Yan Bugui led them to the Jia family's house in the central courtyard.

The yard was bustling with activity, and everyone's eyes were on Yan Bugui and his group.

After a while, Yan Bugui brought three people from the Qin family and came to the door of the Jia family along the corridor.

Yan Bugui shouted loudly: "Dongxu, Dongxu, your father-in-law is here, come out to greet him quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flurry of footsteps and noises coming from inside the house. Jia Dongxu supported Qin Huairu and walked carefully to the door.

The moment their eyes met, Qin Huairu's eyes suddenly turned red and her emotions surged like a tide.

"Dad, Mom, and big brother!" Qin Huairu called out with a choked voice, tears streaming down her eyes uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Jia Dongxu quickly took out his handkerchief and gently handed it to Qin Huairu to wipe her tears.

He turned to look at the three members of the Qin family with a warm smile on his face: "Dad, Mom, Big Brother, let's not stand at the door, let's go in and sit down and talk slowly."

"Huai Ru." Aunt Qin walked forward impatiently, holding Qin Huai Ru's hand tightly, and couldn't help wiping away her tears.

Old man Qin felt mixed emotions as he looked at the mother and daughter crying together.

He coughed lightly to hide his emotions and nodded to Jia Dongxu: "Dongxu, let's go in and talk."

Seeing Jia Dongxu's actions just now, he knew that this son-in-law was very good to his daughter, and he felt relieved.

Old man Qin turned around and told his son Qin Huaizhong, "Boss, hurry up and bring the things into the house."

"Okay, Dad." Qin Huaizhong agreed. He carried the heavy cloth bag and followed everyone silently.

After everyone entered the room, Jia Dongxu took out a cigarette and handed one to Yan Bugui: "Teacher Yan, thank you so much this time. I'll have to trouble you to help me write the gift book later."

Yan Bugui took the cigarette with a smile and agreed readily: "Don't worry, Dongxu. Just leave it to me. I promise to do it for you."

Jia Dongxu nodded gratefully: "Then I'll leave it to you. Teacher Yan, I'll be leaving for a moment."

"Go, go! Your guests are important, don't worry about me." Yan Bugui waved his hand, signaling Jia Dongxu to go and take care of other things first.

The sun was at its zenith and it was almost time for dinner. He Yuzhu walked out of the room in the rain and headed towards the west wing.

He lowered his head and said to Yu Shui, "Yu Shui, go find Aunt Wang first. I'll come find you after I give the gift."

"Okay, brother." Yu Shui nodded obediently and ran forward.

He Yuzhu walked alone to the gift table and smiled at Yan Bugui who was sitting behind the table.

He lowered his eyes, scanned the gift book, and praised sincerely: "Teacher Yan, your handwriting is really beautiful. It must be very easy for you to record these gifts."

"Zhu Zi, I have been practicing calligraphy since I was a child, which has taken me more than 30 years!" When Yan Bugui said this, a smug smile flashed across his face.

He Yuzhu smiled lightly and bowed his hands to show respect: "You are awesome. I wonder how much everyone else followed?"

"Zhuzi, it depends on one's own wishes. Three to five thousand is usually very good." Yan Bugui picked up the brush and looked up at He Yuzhu, "How much do you want to give?"

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment, took out some money from his pocket, pulled out a 10,000 yuan note and put it on the table: "Just give me 10,000 yuan. I didn't help today, and I brought Yu Shui with me."

"Okay, Zhuzi, you are generous." Yan Bugui looked at the money on the table, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he recorded it carefully in the gift book.

After all, he already had three sons in his family, and his sons got married and had children, so there was no reason why they would have fewer than today's.

"By the way, this is the gift money that the old man asked me to help give. Please help me write it down, Teacher Yan." He Yuzhu took another piece of money and put it on the table.

Yan Bugui was stunned when he heard this. He raised his head and looked towards the aisle, then looked at He Yuzhu with some confusion.

He Yuzhu explained: "It's too hot today, and the old man doesn't have a good appetite. I sent him some porridge, but he didn't come over."

"Okay." Yan Bugui nodded, took the money and recorded it in the gift book.

After finishing all this, He Yuzhu turned and left the gift table and walked towards the table where the aunts and sisters were gathered.

As he walked, he greeted all the aunts enthusiastically and finally sat down next to Yu Shui.

"Brother, these dishes don't look very delicious!" Yu Shui whispered in his ear.

He Yuzhu looked at the dishes on the table, sniffed them, and knew what was going on.

He Yuzhu glanced at the dishes on the table, sniffed them lightly, and made a judgment in his mind.

These dishes cannot be compared with his cooking skills, but they are at the level of an ordinary banquet.

He patted Yu Shui's head gently: "Don't talk nonsense, just eat less later, understand?"

The rain gave him a look, as if to say "Am I that stupid?"

Not long after, Jia Dongxu came over with a glass of wine.

His face was flushed with joy as he toasted everyone: "Thank you all for your help today. I'll drink first!"

"Dongxu, congratulations!" Everyone raised their glasses to congratulate him.