Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Dad, it's bad, it's bad."

Yan Jiefang ran back home in a panic.

"Asshole, it's lunchtime, what's wrong with that? Jiefang, you'd better give a reason, otherwise, hmph."

Yan Buguisheng's life has been going badly over the past six months. The reason for this is that he has no place to make money or take advantage of others.

Things were not going smoothly at work. Although his colleagues at school donated money to him, it did not mean that they agreed with his reporting of the black market. Legally speaking, Yan Bugui was right, but psychologically no one was willing to report the black market. When people wanted to improve their lives, they needed to go to the black market to make ends meet. When they did not have tickets, most of them had to go to the black market. Yan Bugui's behavior was not recognized by others, and his colleagues who were very familiar with him kept their distance from him.

"Dad, my brother is kneeling at the door of the office, with his new colleague?"

Yan Jiefang quickly explained and told what he had seen.

"Where's Silly Pillar?"

Yan Bugui knew when Yan Jiecheng and the other two went out.

"Silly Zhu is standing by and watching."

"Why didn't Shazhu kneel?"

"I don't know about that, Dad. Let my brother kneel down, let us eat first. Nothing is more important than eating."

In Yan Jiefang's eyes, as long as the matter does not happen to him, he does not care at all. Yan Jiecheng is willing to kneel as long as he wants, as long as it does not delay his meal.

"You bastard, that's your brother. They say brothers fight like brothers. You're a good brother."

"I learned this from my brother and you."

"You, today you can only have porridge, no steamed bread."

"Why?"

"You only care about yourself and don't care about the Yan family's reputation."

"Well, since you care so much about your reputation, if you have the ability, just bring my brother back."

Yan Jiefang twisted his mouth and his eyes revealed disdain.

"Humph!"

"Old Yan, stop humming. Let's go and see what's going on."

"Alas, what sin have I committed? None of these people give me peace of mind."

Yan Bugui put down his bowl and chopsticks and went out.

"Jiefang, Jiekuang, let's all go and show the people in the office that our Yan family is not to be trifled with."

Yang Ruihua put down her bowl and chopsticks, thinking that the whole family could go out, even if they didn't say anything or do anything, just standing there would be enough to show their support. What she didn't expect was that her two little sons sat there without moving.

"What? Jiefang, Jiekuang, that's your eldest brother, your dear eldest brother, didn't you see that your father is gone?"

"Haha, yes, it is indeed my biological father and my biological brother. It was this biological father and my biological brother who caused my legs to be broken."

Yan Jiefang drank a mouthful of porridge and talked about the past, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"Yeah, Mom, don't go either. Don't worry, it must be my brother who caused the trouble again this time. Don't let him get you into trouble again."

Yan Jiekuang is twelve or thirteen years old this year and will soon go to junior high school, so naturally he knows everything.

The youngest, Yan Jiedi, didn't say anything. She just buried her head in her food and ignored everything else. Besides, she had no say even if she wanted to. Who would care about what a ten-year-old girl thought?

"Jiefang, Jiekuang, you two are such bastards."

As Yang Ruihua spoke, the steamed bread crumbs in her mouth sprayed everywhere. There was nothing she could do. Ever since the black market incident was reported, the Yan family had been in a state of discord. They rarely spoke, and even when they did, their words were sarcastic and full of sarcasm and ridicule.

"Mom, we are bastards, but we didn't bring any trouble to our family."

"That's right, second brother is right."

Looking at the cold eyes of his two younger sons, Yang Ruihua felt disheartened. This family was over.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang are still young now. If they could be self-sufficient, they probably would not stay in this house.

"Yan Jiecheng, do you still have any shame? A man's knees are made of gold. He should kneel to heaven, earth, and his parents. What do you look like kneeling in front of someone else's office?"

When Yan Bugui arrived at the door of the office, he saw Yan Jiecheng and Cui Dake kneeling there, mumbling something incoherently, and no one knew what they were mumbling.

"Mr. Yan, you have raised a good son."

Seeing Yan Bugui coming, Sha Zhu naturally wanted to make fun of the person he looked down upon.

"Shazhu, you are really good. The three of them came out together, but you are the traitor."

Yan Bugui was already angry, so naturally he had no good words to say to Sha Zhu.

"I'm a traitor? Old Yan, you should ask your son what he did. He deserves to be beaten."

"Silly Zhu, don't you have a grudge against Liu Guozheng?"

"Who said that? Even though I don't like Liu Guozheng, I'm always on the side of reason. I'll stand with whoever is right."

No matter what Shazhu was thinking, there was nothing wrong with what he said, and the people around him who were watching nodded in agreement.

"Silly Zhu, that sounds nice, are you scared?"

Yan Bugui was so busy bickering with Sha Zhu that he seemed to have forgotten about Yan Jiecheng who was still kneeling there.

"Afraid? There is no such word as fear in my dictionary."

"Silly Zhu, no matter what, if you don't help your brothers, it's unjust."

"Brother? Even if Yan Jie is like that, you are still worthy of being my brother. Pah, Old Yan, you are so shameless. You dare to say anything."

"If it's not a brother, then it's a friend, right?"

"Can't talk about it."

“Good neighbor.”

"I can't even say we're good neighbors. I live in the middle yard, and you live in the front yard. To be honest, we're just ordinary neighbors, and our relationship isn't that good."

Sha Zhu has his own standards for good friends and good neighbors. Regardless of what these standards are, the Yan family is not among Sha Zhu's friends.

"Okay, okay, silly Zhu, I hope you won't need help in the future."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yan, I won't look for you if I need help."

Yan Bugui had no way to deal with someone like Sha Zhu. It seemed like he couldn't win the argument, let alone fight him. As the former God of War in Siheyuan, not everyone dared to fight with Sha Zhu.

"Yan Jiecheng, why don't you get up?"

"Dad, go and beg Liu Guozheng. If he doesn't let me go, I won't dare to get up."

Yan Jiecheng just knelt there, not daring to raise his head. He felt ashamed, especially since half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun just out of the pot.

"I... Yan Jiecheng, you are such a filial son. I am such an old man, yet you still have to beg for mercy from a young man."

The word "beg" made Yan Bugui break down. It was like throwing his face to the ground and asking others not to step on it. However, there was no other way. He had to ask for help. Anyway, he didn't care about the embarrassment this time.

"Liu Guozheng, come out and speak."