Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"What did Liang Ladi say?"

Lou Xiao'e and He Yushui came back soon. Judging from He Yushui's expression, everything should be fine.

"Brother Zheng, Sister Liang is still very easy to talk to."

"what?"

"Brother Zheng, what are you talking about?"

"Xiao'e, you two are really good. How can you become close to Liang Ladi with just your kung fu skills?"

Lou Xiao'e sat down next to Liu Guozheng and said, "Of course. Sister Liang is a nice person and very talkative. She didn't plan to call the police at all. She said she had nothing to lose and she never thought of offending anyone for the sake of her children. It's really hard for a pretty widow to take care of four children."

"Okay, girl, are you relieved now?"

Liu Guozheng looked at He Yushui with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm relieved."

"I'll leave dinner to you."

"understood."

He Yushui did not refuse, nor would she refuse. Those who were eating together were all family members, and whoever was free would cook. Usually, He Yushui would cook in the evening.

"Brother Zheng, let's go get busy."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Dabao, Xu Damao and Liu Guangtian went to the outer courtyard together to prepare to start business.

He Yushui also went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, leaving only Liu Guozheng and Lou Xiaoe in the living room.

Lou Xiao'e was lying on the sofa, her head resting on Liu Guozheng's shoulder, she smiled and asked, "Brother Zheng, do you still remember what happened this morning?"

"what's up?"

Liu Guozheng was stunned. There was nothing going on in the office in the morning.

"It's about Yi Zhonghai asking Yan Bugui to pay for it."

"Oh, what? Do you know the inside information?"

"Haha, of course. I was in Yard 95 the whole afternoon."

"Then tell me quickly."

"Let me tell you, it's really interesting, Yan Bugui went back crying."

"You went back crying? That means you lost more than 200 yuan."

The reason why Yan Bugui had to argue with Yi Zhonghai to the extreme in the compound was to make Yi Zhonghai ask for less. Even if it was only five dollars less in the end, Yan Bugui would not joke, but at least he would not go home crying.

"Brother Zheng, you are amazing. It is said that he lost 300 yuan. At the same time, the street office also punished Yan Bugui, which is to clean the public toilet for two months."

"Well, Sister Xia is quite capable. Isn't this going to kill Yan Bugui?"

"Don't worry about whether your life is at stake. The Yan family has lost both face and wealth this time."

"You can't blame anyone else for this. You can only say that this was entirely Yan Bugui's own fault."

"Brother Zheng, why do you say that? Is there any hidden story behind this?"

Liu Guozheng's words immediately aroused Lou Xiao'e's interest.

"I heard that Yan Jiecheng turned in all his monthly salary. At the beginning, he had some pocket money, but after his family was disrupted and retired, all of Yan Jiecheng's pocket money was taken away."

"So, Yan Jiecheng's seven-day detention was all planned by Yan Bugui."

“Hahaha, you could say that. Yan Bugui, who had been scheming all his life, was detained for seven days when he was old. If Yan Jiecheng had even one dollar on him at the time, he would not have been considered to have deliberately provoked.”

"Brother Zheng, how can there be such parents in this world? Isn't it normal to buy a job for your child?"

For Lou Xiao'e, who has never lacked money since childhood and even after marriage, Yan Bugui's behavior is difficult to understand.

In fact, let alone Lou Xiao'e, most normal people would not agree with Yan Bugui's approach. If he wanted to recover the cost, he should also leave a few dollars of pocket money for the child. You know, Yan Jiecheng is 20 years old this year, at the age when he loves to make friends and date. As a result, he can't take out a penny from him. This directly caused Yan Jiecheng to have no friends either in the courtyard alley or in the factory.

It’s like a few people make an appointment to go out for drinks and dinner, and everyone else takes turns paying the bill, but you are the only one who brings your mouth to eat and drink every time. It’s okay once or twice, but if it happens too often, people will never invite you to any drinking or dining gatherings again in the future.

"Yan Bugui is used to calculating, it's almost ingrained in his bones."

"Brother Zheng, what do you think is there to be calculated about your own family?"

"Hehe, he can't calculate other people's plans."

"Brother Zheng, when our children grow up, you won't be like this, right?"

Lou Xiao'e raised her head and stared at Liu Guozheng with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"You are such a fool. If I had such a plan, would I have set up a hope fund? Wouldn't it be better for me to keep the money in the bank?"

"That's right."

Lou Xiao'e smiled widely, hummed a word on Liu Guozheng's face, and went to the kitchen to help. Cooking for six or seven people was quite a workload.

"Brother, I'm back. This is Niu Dadan from our factory. I'm here to deliver a bicycle to Brother Damao."

Liu Guohao was followed by a big man whose work clothes had several holes in them and whose skin was rough and dark. At first glance, one could tell that he was a man who worked hard all the time.

Liu Guozheng remembered this name, as it was he who sent He Yuzhu to the hospital.

"Master Niu, how is He Yuzhu?"

"Brother Zheng, the doctor said there's nothing wrong, just rest for two days."

"That's good. It's time for dinner now. Chef Niu, wait until we finish eating before leaving. Xiao Hao, go to the kitchen and talk to Yu Shui to make an extra meal for one person. Make sure the portion is larger."

Judging from Niu Dadan's size, his appetite must be huge.

"Brother Zheng, I won't eat. I have something to ask of you."

"Come on, come on, sit down and talk."

A big black man stood in front of him, bent over, acting a little humble. Liu Guozheng was extremely unwilling to see anyone like this. Being poor or incompetent may mean that you are inferior to others.

After all, we are all working people, we are all laborers. If Liu Guozheng did not have the Second World, he might not be as successful as others.

"Don't dare."

Niu Dadan had heard of Liu Guozheng's name more than once. In ancient times, Liu Guozheng was a royal relative. Even if he was not from his own country, he was not comparable to ordinary people.

Niu Dadan had seen Liu Guohao's power in the factory, so Liu Guozheng, as the elder brother, would not be worse than his younger brother, right? This was also the reason why Niu Dadan was so cautious.

"What do you mean by daring? You are so bold, but you are not a beauty. Even if you were a beauty, I wouldn't dare to have any other ideas. My wife is still cooking in the kitchen."

"Hey, Brother Zheng, you are joking."

After listening to Liu Guozheng's words, Niu Dadan's nervous mood improved a lot.

"Master Niu, tell me what's going on."

"Brother Zheng, I dare not call you Master. You can call me Xiao Niu. Don't be fooled by my old face. I am actually only twenty years old."

"Well, I'll tell you to be bold. Just say whatever you want to say."

Liu Guozheng also understood Niu Dadan's age. People who often work hard look at least four or five years older than those who work in offices, and some even more. If he doesn't take care of his appearance, like Sha Zhu, he will look 10 to 20 years older than his actual age.

"Brother Zheng, I want to learn how to drive."