Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

Inside Sha Zhu's shabby little house, the three of them started drinking. Who knew that Yan Jiecheng, a guy who was not presentable, would finish the cut ham sausage with just two chopsticks.

"Yan Jiecheng, how many years have you not eaten?"

Cui Dake put down his wine glass and looked at Yan Jiecheng with dissatisfaction.

"Exactly. Is this what Teacher Yan usually teaches you? It's not something that can be put on the table."

Sha Zhu now felt a little regretful. Why did he get so excited just now and think of drinking with such a guy?

"I...I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since I got off work. I used my chopsticks a little too hard. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

Yan Jiecheng smiled awkwardly and drank a glass of wine while talking.

"Okay, Yan Jiecheng, you've drunk the wine and eaten the food. Today's incident is over. You can leave now."

Cui Dake put down his wine glass and started to chase people away. He didn't want to see Yan Jiecheng for even a moment. A person like him was destined to have no future.

"Cui Dake, this is Sha Zhu's house. Sha Zhu hasn't said anything, why are you pretending?"

Yan Jiecheng hadn't even eaten his fill, so naturally he didn't want to leave now. He was chased away by someone, and it would be embarrassing if he told this.

"Yan Jiecheng, get out of here. I won't keep you here. I finally know why those people at the scrap warehouse didn't invite you to drink."

Although this drinking party was put together at the last minute, it was not played the way Yan Jie intended. When Sha Zhu just came back from cutting the pig ears, the ham sausage was gone.

"Silly Zhu, you look down on others too, don't you?"

Now that Sha Zhu has chased people away, Yan Jiecheng's face has been thrown to the ground.

"Yan Jiecheng, who would respect you?"

"That's right, Yan Jiecheng, get lost, and don't ever mention that we know each other again, you useless piece of shit."

Sha Zhu's words and Cui Dake's remarks made Yan Jiecheng's face turn red. He wished he could find a hole to crawl into. But the plate of pig ears on the table was too tempting. He couldn't even remember when was the last time he had eaten meat. He was so greedy!

"You two, let's get over it. As the saying goes, things change over time. There will always be..."

"Alright, alright, stop being so pretentious. Yan Jiecheng, if you have the ability, why don't you cook a dish?"

Yan Jiecheng was interrupted by Cui Dake before he could finish his words.

"Just wait."

Yan Jiecheng stood up and left his seat. Before leaving, he wanted to reach out to grab a piece of meat, but Cui Dake hit him on the back of his hand with a chopstick. He then reluctantly left the room.

"Come on, Dake, let's drink first."

"Yes, yes, yes, Silly Zhu, you should try it too, this braised pig ear is really good."

"Well, it's really good. The chef who made the braised meat has extraordinary skills."

"How about you?"

"It's hard to say. If the braised meat is good, it may not be good for cooking."

"That's right, come and take one."

The two of them had already eaten in the factory cafeteria in the evening. They were there to drink, not to eat, so they started to chat with each other.

"Here, the food is here."

After drinking for a while, Yan Jiecheng came back with a plate. There were a few black strips on the plate, and it smelled a bit strange.

"Yan Jiecheng, your beef jerky stinks."

Cui Dake had a good alcohol tolerance, but he met Sha Zhu, who drank fast. He drank one glass after another. After drinking half a bottle of wine, he felt a little dizzy and saw double.

Originally, Yan Jiecheng cut those pickles into very fine pieces, so Cui Dake mistook them for beef jerky.

"Cui Dake, you must have drunk too much. That's bullshit beef jerky. That's the old Yan family's pickled vegetable roots, which are not much thicker than a hair."

"Silly Zhu, drunk? I would drink too much? I said it was beef jerky."

People who drink too much at the table never say that they are drunk. This is the same as those who trade stocks. They always talk about how much they have earned but never say how much they have lost in the past.

"Come and try it to see if it's pickled vegetables or beef jerky."

At this time, Sha Zhu no longer disliked the pickles brought by Yan Jiecheng. He just wanted to prove that Cui Dake was drunk.

But who would have thought that Cui Dake would be picking up food here and there with his chopsticks, and his chopsticks would always be sticking outside the plate.

"Here, a little to the left, yes, yes, yes."

While Sha Zhu and Cui Dake were dealing with the plate of pickles, Yan Jiecheng sat beside them without saying a word. He moved the plate of pig ears in front of himself and began to eat them ravenously.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

After finally getting his mouth full, Cui Dake vomited on the spot. It was so salty and tasted a bit like stinky feet. Cui Dake sobered up immediately and stood up, pointing at Yan Jiecheng and cursing: "Yan Jiecheng, what the hell, is this the dish you prepared? Put down the pig ear."

As he spoke, Cui Dake grabbed the bottle, drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, then picked up the bottle and smashed it on Yan Jiecheng's head.

There was a cracking sound, and the wine bottle was deflected and fell along Yan Jiecheng's shoulder onto the back of the chair. The backrest was made of bamboo, which was hard and tough. It was obvious that Cui Dake was going to kill him.

Yan Jiechengdu was so scared that he was stunned. What kind of grudge or resentment could he have to hit him with a wine bottle?

At this moment, Sha Zhu was also panicking. He thought about the people he knew and how they almost got killed because of a sudden drink.

"Dake, Dake, calm down, calm down."

While both parties were stunned, Sha Zhu snatched the broken bottle from Cui Dake's hand.

“You..you..you..”

The moment Cui Dake raised the bottle, a flash of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes, which was seen by Yan Jiecheng. Now Yan Jiecheng was no longer in the mood to eat pig ears, and his whole body was shivering like a leaf in the cold wind.

"Yan Jiecheng, you'd better go and make me a decent dish. Otherwise, I will be so angry that I can't control what happens next."

Sha Zhu tried to stop him, and Cui Dake took the opportunity to sit down. He loosened the buttons of his shirt, shook his head, and an expression of drunkenness appeared on his face again.

Sha Zhu didn't dare to say anything. He had seen today that Cui Dake had a ruthless side.

Facing Cui Dake now, Sha Zhu felt a little scared. He could only stand up, pick up a broom, and clean up the broken glass on the ground to cover up his uneasiness.

"Brother Cui, Uncle Cui, I...I don't have any money."

Yan Jiecheng's legs and feet were so weak that he couldn't even stand up. Fortunately, he still had some strength in his hands. He held on to the back of the chair tightly, trying hard to prevent himself from sliding to the ground.

"Whether you have money or not is your own business. Anyway, you ate two plates of snacks from us today."

Cui Dake didn't even open his eyes, just sat casually on the chair with his head tilted back. I wonder what he was thinking?

"Dake, how about we just forget about it today?"

After cleaning up the glass shards, Sha Zhu asked carefully.

"Forget it? That won't do. How can I forget it when I haven't even finished drinking?"

"Dake, we're out of wine and food, and it's dark now. Even if we have money, we have nowhere to buy it."

Cui Dake opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, and looked around. No one knew what he was looking for.