Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

While Yan Bugui couldn't see clearly, Jia Zhang pulled the stick back into the house and bolted the door. No matter how Yan Bugui called out or knocked on the door, she remained indifferent.

When the people in the compound saw that the show was over, they all went home.

"Wife, let's go back and eat."

Lou Xiao'e took Liu Guozheng's arm and waved goodbye to Yu Li and Zhang Wenhua.

"Liu Guozheng, you can't leave?"

Yan Bugui, who was knocking on the door, saw that Liu Guozheng was about to leave. He thought that this was not okay and he couldn't let him go, so he stepped forward and grabbed Liu Guozheng's other arm.

"Teacher Yan, what's going on? Do you want to buy me a drink?"

Liu Guozheng stopped and asked with a smile.

"Liu Guozheng, I asked you to compensate me for my glasses. What kind of wine are you drinking?"

Yan Bugui was very anxious. It was unlikely that he would ask Jia Zhang to compensate for the legs of his glasses. Now he could only put his hope on Liu Guozheng, who was a wealthy man.

"Teacher Yan, let's put it this way. Since you want me to compensate you for your eyes, we have to have a good discussion here. Why don't you prepare some wine and food, and let's sort it out. Who is responsible for this? Should I compensate you for your glasses?"

After hearing what Liu Guozheng said, Yan Bugui almost fainted from anger, thinking, my goodness, how much is a pair of glasses legs worth? Liu Guozheng, you always ask for good food and good wine, if I had money, would I need to ask you for compensation?

"Liu Guozheng, let's not talk about other things. You also agree to respect the elderly and love the young. Why don't you carry on your style and compensate me for my glasses? After all, I am an old man, right?"

Regardless of what he said, Yan Bugui's grip was getting tighter and tighter.

"Teacher Yan, please take it easy. If you tear my clothes, not to mention the legs of your glasses, even your monthly salary wouldn't be enough to compensate you."

As soon as Liu Guozheng finished speaking, Yan Bugui let go of his hand consciously, and at the same time, he took two steps back.

Lou Xiao'e was watching from the side with a smile on her face. She felt more and more that the people in Yard 95 were really interesting. It would be nice if she could come to visit Yu Li and Zhang Wenhua more often in the future and see the different aspects of life at the same time.

"Liu Guozheng, don't you really have any sympathy at all?"

"Teacher Yan, since we've come to this point, I'll give you an idea. It won't delay your wearing glasses, and it will also save you money."

"Really? There's such a good thing?"

"Teacher Yan, you know medical tape, right? See if anyone has it. Just find some and wrap it around the legs of your glasses."

"I know medical tape. Who has it?"

"Teacher Yan, look back."

Yan Bugui looked back and saw no one else but Yi Zhonghai leaning against the door frame with an inexplicable smile on his face. He understood that Liu Guozheng wanted him to find Yi Zhonghai.

"No, I..."

When Yan Bugui looked back again, Liu Guozheng and Lou Xiao'e had already left Yard 95.

My goodness, Liu Guozheng left so fast. Yan Bugui thought that he would definitely not be able to take advantage of Jia Zhangshi, let alone Liu Guozheng. The only thing he wanted now was to glue the legs of his glasses back on, otherwise he would not be able to attend tomorrow's class.

"Old Yi, why are you like this now? Weren't you always eager to help others before? Now that something is happening in the compound, you just lean on your own door and watch the fun? This is not right!!"

Yi Zhonghai was stunned. He was just thinking about something here and didn't provoke anyone. Why did Yan Bugui suddenly turn his gun against him?

"Lao Yan, what do you mean?"

"Old Yi, did you see what happened just now?"

"I didn't pay much attention to this."

Yi Zhonghai leaned against the door, but he was not in the mood to watch the fun. He was thinking about what to do in the future. Half a year had passed this year, and he had not earned a penny. He was just living off his savings. At this time next year, he would not report for the eighth-level worker assessment. He had been thinking about this problem these days, and he had no mood to meddle in other people's affairs. He was almost unable to eat, so how could he have the mood to worry about others.

"Old Yi, you have changed. The Old Yi I knew was like timely rain. He could be seen wherever he was needed. Now you have changed. I dare not recognize you as my old neighbor for many years."

"Old Yan, if you have something to say, just tell me directly. Can we not do this?"

Yi Zhonghai, who is worried about his future, has no mood to accompany Yan Bugui to go through all these twists and turns. Instead of spending time on this, he might as well think more about his own future.

"Lao Yi, let me use some of the medical tape at home."

Yi Zhonghai was relieved. Yan Bugui only came to borrow tape. As long as he didn't borrow money, everything would be fine.

He went back to the room, found a roll of medical tape and handed it to Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui wrapped the legs of his glasses with tape several times, put them on to get used to them, and after getting used to them, he felt they were pretty good, so he put the tape into his pocket.

Yi Zhonghai looked at him and said nothing. He understood Yan Bugui's hobby.

"Old Yi, can I ask you a favor?"

"Old Yan, what's the matter? Just tell me directly. Don't use the word 'beg'. I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of? You can definitely do what I mentioned."

"Don't worry, Old Yan. We have been neighbors for many years. We all know each other. Just tell me what you want to say. If I can help, I will never refuse. If I can't help, don't mind."

"It's not good for us to talk standing here. Why don't we go inside and ask my sister-in-law to prepare two dishes and a bottle of wine so we can drink and talk."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, Yi Zhonghai felt his eyebrows throbbing. He was indeed a calculating person. He asked someone to do something for him and even asked others to prepare wine and food for him. He didn't know how he had the nerve to say such a thing.

"Old Yan, the doctor specifically told me not to drink alcohol, saying it would affect bone growth."

"Okay, let's listen to the doctor and not drink alcohol, just eat vegetables."

"That's right, Old Yan, what dishes are you going to prepare tonight?"

Yan Bugui was confused now. How did it become like he was preparing the dishes? That was not what he said just now. When he saw the strange look on Yi Zhonghai's face, Yan Bugui understood that Yi Zhonghai had learned bad things and was playing word games on him.

"Old Yi, all the food in my house is irritating, which is even more detrimental to bone growth. I think we can just forget about this meal today, okay?"

"Look, Old Yan, you're right. Alcohol is definitely not allowed, but vegetables are fine. The doctor said there's nothing to avoid."

Yan Bugui staggered and almost fell. Yi Zhonghai had learned the deaf old lady's trick, pretending to be deaf and interrupting, while she kept talking.

"Old Yi, what I said is just forget it."

"Oh yes, the wine really needs to be forgotten. You can't drink it."

"That's what I'm talking about."

"There's no need to go to the wine shop, just go to your house."

"I.."

"What's wrong, Old Yan?"

"Oh, nothing. I just remembered that I haven't graded the students' homework yet. I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to get busy."

Yan Bugui "escaped", it can be said that he fled in a panic. Yi Zhonghai has lost his moral principles and is not easy to deal with. Don't wait until all the talk ends and you end up having to pay for a drink, that would not be worth it.

If he went home now, he would just earn a roll of medical tape in vain. As for the shirt with torn sleeves, he didn't dare to bother Jia Zhangshi, as she was a shameless person. The shirt with torn sleeves could only be repaired by Yang Ruihua when he got home. Apart from wasting some thread, it was not a big loss. This was the only way Yan Bugui could comfort himself.