Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Ruihua, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Ruihua was so frightened that he was out of his mind and didn't know how he walked home. He was covered in dirt and looked very miserable.

"Hoo..Hoo.."

After Yan Bugui helped her sit down, Yang Ruihua didn't say anything, but just gasped for breath. After a long while, some color appeared on her face.

"Old Yan, this is so scary. I'm scared to death."

After taking a long break, Yang Ruihua covered his chest with his hands, still in fear and kept saying it was too scary.

"What's so terrible? Liu Guozheng wouldn't even beat a woman, would he?"

Yan Bugui was thankful that he came back early, otherwise he would definitely not be able to escape this meal today.

"Liu Guozheng didn't come out. It was the guy called Jiang Ping. He was so strong that he could lift two grown men up just by saying so. How can someone be so strong?"

"Who did Jiang Ping lift up?"

"Xie Cheng and Cui Dake tried to escape, but as soon as they turned around they were caught and lifted up."

"No, Ruihua, are you frightened? Who has that much strength?"

"Who would? Jiang Ping is only that strong. I saw it with my own eyes. How could it be fake?"

"Then...then the solution is OK?"

"He's fine, but he just has to kneel there. Old Yan, are we really going to ignore him?"

"As long as he's okay, kneeling for a few hours won't kill anyone. That's it. I'm going to work."

"Old Yan, your son was punished to kneel, how can you still have the mood to go to work?"

"What are you talking about? If you don't work, who will pay you? I can count on you? You can't earn more than three or five yuan a month just by mending things."

"Old Yan, that's not what I meant."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. Let Jie Cheng kneel there. This will teach him a lesson and let him know what he can and cannot say."

“This, this, this.”

Yang Ruihua stood there not knowing what to say. Yan Bugui packed up his things, turned around and walked out.

"Old Yi, it looks like you can go back to work soon."

As soon as he went out, Yan Bugui bumped into Yi Zhonghai, who was practicing walking carefully. His walking was much better than last month. At least he could throw away his crutches.

"It's almost there, it's almost there, I'm so anxious every day."

"Old Yi, don't be impatient, take your time."

As he spoke, Yan Bugui walked to the Chuihua Gate.

"Old Yan, I heard that you are still in the mood to go to class?"

Hearing Yi Zhonghai say this, Yan Bugui paused, turned around and said, "Old Yi, there is nothing I can do about it. You know, I don't have as much money as you do, and I dare not delay my work for half a day."

"Old Yan, can't you call the police?"

"Call the police? Lao Yi, you don't know the situation. Liu Guozheng was wrong to do this, but this matter was caused by Jie Cheng. I can't help but consider Jie Cheng. If this is reported to the police, the police station will definitely notify the steel mill, which will have a great impact on future promotions and salary increases."

"Haha, you can bear it, but I can't."

"You have to endure it even if you can't bear it. What else can you do?"

"Alas, the situation is stronger than people. God is really blind. Old Yan, tell me, we did so many good things for the compound in the past. Why did we end up like this?"

"Old Yi, that's all in the past. A hero never talks about his past achievements. You always mention it, which only adds to the joke."

"Old Yan, how can you say that? That was glorious, the brightest moment in our lives. We should not only remember it, but also find ways to get back what we lost."

"So, Lao Yi, you still don't give up?"

"Give up? Are you kidding me? What I, Yi Zhonghai, lost, I will definitely take back with my own hands."

After saying this, Yi Zhonghai felt a little tired and his legs were a little sore. He hurriedly held onto the wall, took two steps, and leaned against the wall to relieve the pressure on his legs.

"Hehehe."

Yan Bugui smiled, shook his head, turned and left.

"No, what do you mean, Old Yan?"

"Old Yi, don't think too much. Just let it go. Don't make any more trouble. Isn't it better for him to just live a good life?"

"Live a good life? What kind of life are we living now? In the past, we were the ones who had the final say in the compound, and many people responded to our call. But now, no one comes to see us even though we are in the hospital."

"Let's talk about it after you pass the eighth-level worker assessment."

Yan Bugui walked out of the compound without looking back. He didn't want to chat nonsense with Yi Zhonghai here, repeating the same things over and over again all day long and wasting his breath.

"hiss..."

When it comes to the eighth-level worker assessment, Yi Zhonghai's face turned pale and he vaguely felt his legs starting to hurt again. It seemed that his legs wanted to tell him not to think about the eighth-level worker assessment anymore. It has been three years and his legs have been broken three times. What should he do if it happens again next year?

"Hello, Teacher Yan."

After leaving the courtyard gate, Yan Bugui met two children, a boy and a girl. Although their clothes were patched, they were washed very cleanly, and the two children were dressed very neatly.

"Hello children, who are you?"

To be honest, Yan Bugui had no impression of these two children and could not remember where he had seen them.

The older child replied, "Teacher Yan, we just moved here, and we saw you at school the day before yesterday."

"Oh, now I remember you just moved here."

"Uh-huh."

"Just play in the alley, don't go too far, or you'll get lost and lose your way home. Okay, I'm going to school, see you later."

"Goodbye, Teacher Yan."

At this moment, Yan Bugui felt much better. Polite children are more likely to attract people's favor.

"Sanmao, where are we going to play?"

"Xiu, let's go play in front of the supply and marketing cooperative."

"Sanmao, you idiot, my mom said that's not a supply and marketing cooperative. It's an office."

"Don't worry about what it is, it's a place where things are sold."

"OK then."

Holding hands, they skipped and danced to the door of the office quickly. The two people kneeling in front of the stall attracted the attention of the two children.

"Sanmao, do you know why they are kneeling?"

"Xiu, needless to say, he must have made a mistake and was punished to kneel down."

"Then their mother is not as good as our mother. When we make mistakes, our mother never makes us kneel."

"Yes, their mother is not a good mother."

Children speak without restraint. Yan Jiecheng and Cui Dake now wanted to die, but were ridiculed by the two children.

"Kid, do you want to make money?"

Cui Dake's mind worked quickly. He was feeling thirsty, so he thought of asking the two children to get him some water.

"think."

"Just think about it. Go get me a bowl of water, and I'll give you a penny later."

The little boy named Sanmao rolled his eyes and said, "One cent."

"You're quite greedy, little brat. Five points. Do you want it or not?"

"Then you give me the money first."

"Give it to me, give it to me. How can I deceive you?"

Cui Dake impatiently took out a five-cent coin from his pocket and threw it to the little boy.