Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Brother Zheng, what did Dabao do on his tricycle?"

When Xu Damao came out of the bathroom, he only saw Li Dabao's back. He thought Liu Guozheng was arranging something again.

"move place."

"What house are you moving to?"

Xu Damao was stunned. His life was so chaotic, why did he suddenly think of moving?

"Yu Li's vacation will end next month, so Dabao is thinking of moving to the office to save the trouble of running back and forth."

"So I have to move too?"

"You're moving too? As long as you don't mind the trouble, Dabao has no one to look after him at home. Are you planning to let Aunt Xu run back and forth?"

"Uh... that's right. Never mind. Let's talk about it later. By the way, Brother Zheng, what are we having for dinner?"

“How about shabu-shabu?”

"That's a good feeling."

"Go to the market and get some vegetables suitable for hot pot."

Xu Damao went to buy vegetables, and Liu Guozheng began to prepare beef and mutton for hot pot. These were all ready-made, and only needed to be cut into thin slices. The base of hot pot was also simple, just boil beef bones for two hours, and the soup was ready by then. He Yushui and Liu Guohao also got off work, so they could eat directly after they came back.

"Dabao, Damao, it's the end of the year now, and I'm sure you have a lot to do in the factory. Starting tomorrow you don't have to go to the village to study."

"Long live Brother Zheng."

Before leaving after the meal, Liu Guozheng specifically told the two of them that the weather had turned cold, and since the beginning of winter, it had snowed from time to time, and the roads were indeed difficult to walk on, so it was like a holiday for him.

"Brother Zheng, Sister Xiao'e, what should I do?"

"What's wrong, girl? What's wrong with you?"

"Brother Zheng, the roads in the suburbs are too bad, there are potholes or water, I'm afraid too."

If He Yushui hadn't mentioned it, Liu Guozheng really wouldn't have thought of this. He usually doesn't drive, and always takes a car to the office. With Xu Fang accompanying him, he's not afraid of the car getting stuck.

It seems that the delivery vehicle will have to be replaced with my own large jeep starting tomorrow, and the two light trucks will remain in the village, one for the food factory and the other as a training vehicle.

There are two small jeeps, one in the village and one in the office.

I drive that mid-sized jeep back and forth.

"How about this, you can take the delivery truck to and from get off work every day from now on. I will make the arrangements when I get back later."

"What about this car?"

"I'll drive back."

On the way back, Xu Fang drove a light truck and Liu Guozheng drove a small jeep.

"Brother Zheng, look, that person was almost blown away by the wind."

It was fine during the day, with just a slight breeze, but when it was getting dark, the wind suddenly got stronger. With the north wind blowing, it felt even colder.

Following the direction Lou Xiaoe pointed, Liu Guozheng glanced and saw that it was none other than Yan Jiecheng and Sha Zhu.

The person that Lou Xiao'e mentioned who was almost blown away by the wind was Yan Jiecheng. If Liu Guozheng had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that a person could become so thin in just over a month.

When passing by the two people, Liu Guozheng deliberately reduced the speed to the minimum. He was afraid that if he went too fast, Yan Jiecheng would be thrown away, which would be bad.

"Brother Zheng, it seems to be He Yuzhu and that guy."

"The eldest son of the Yan Bugui family, Yan Jiecheng."

"How come this nice guy is so thin? Can't the Yan family afford to eat?"

"That's not the case. I think he has some disease."

"Oh."

When the car drove past, it flashed its lights as a greeting to the two people.

"Pfft, what are you so proud of? It's just a car, isn't it?"

Looking at the car driving away, flames of jealousy burned in Yan Jiecheng's sunken eye sockets.

"Yan Jiecheng, that's enough. I think Liu Guozheng is quite good. He even slowed down when he passed by because he was afraid that he would take you away. I think you are sick, right? You better stay away from me."

Sha Zhu took two quick steps forward with some disgust.

"Silly Zhu, don't talk nonsense. Have you ever seen a sick person as energetic as me? I'm just a little thinner."

"Are you sure it's just one point?"

"Sure and sure."

"Yan Jiecheng, I think you've been doing that too much, and your health is seriously depleted. You should go there less recently, and try to take care of your health first."

Sha Zhu was really worried that Yan Jiecheng would die in Feihua's belly one day. In the past month, no one knew where Yan Jiecheng got the money from, and he went to Pan Yinghong every few days.

In other words, Sha Zhu was quite nice to his "friend" Yan Jiecheng. Every time he went to get food, he would spend the least money and get the most food. However, even so, it could not stop Yan Jiecheng from getting thinner day by day.

"Silly Zhu, speaking of that, how about we go there tonight?"

When that matter was mentioned, Yan Jiecheng's eyes lit up and he immediately became energetic.

"It's a bit windy today, and the temperature will definitely drop in the evening. It's better not to go. It will be painful to come back in the middle of the night."

Friends who often go out in the middle of the night in winter know that it is really uncomfortable, especially when you just come out of a warm house, it can be said that it is suddenly cold.

"Damn, the heavens are against us. Why is the wind blowing out of nowhere?"

Yan Jiecheng shrank his neck, and shivered a little when he thought about the cold.

After returning to No. 95 Courtyard, the two separated and went back to their respective homes.

"Jie Cheng is back."

"Ah."

Then there was silence. Yan Bugui opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.

"Jie Cheng, are you sick? Have you been to the hospital?"

Finally, it was Yang Ruihua who broke the silence. Over the past month, she had watched Yan Jiecheng become extremely thin and it was obvious that there was something wrong with his body.

"My own body knows it."

"Jie Cheng, you should go to the hospital for a checkup. This is not a big deal. Look at yourself. How thin have you become?"

"I am a little thin, but I am energetic."

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned spirit, but as soon as he mentioned spirit, Yang Ruihua burst into tears. She was afraid that Yan Jiecheng was experiencing a last burst of energy.

"Okay, okay, why are you crying again? I'm fine but you've made me cry like this."

Yan Jiecheng became more and more impatient. If he had money, he wouldn't want to stay in this house for a single day.

"Asshole, Yan Jiecheng, your mother is worried about you."

"Okay, you don't need to worry about me. I'll move out once I pay off the money for my job."

"You, you, you, Yan Jiecheng, look at what you have become now?"

"What has happened? It's all because of you guys."

"you..."

Yan Bugui glared at Yan Jiecheng in anger, his chest heaving violently.

"Boss, calm down, calm down."

Yang Ruihua was shocked, especially when she saw Yan Bugui's bloodshot eyes. She was really afraid that something bad would happen to Yan Bugui again.

"Jie Cheng, you damned child, do you want to piss your dad off to death?"

Yan Jiecheng poured himself a cup of water and said nonchalantly, "Angry? I'm telling the truth. What are you angry about?"

"You, you, get out of here."

With Yang Ruihua's gentle massage, Yan Bugui finally let go of the breath.

"Go away? I paid for it."

After saying this, Yan Jiecheng took the boiled water and went back to his room.

"You you you..."

Yan Bugui's eyes went dark and he fainted.

"Old man, old man..."

Yang Ruihua was in a panic, pinching his Ren Zhong point and rubbing his chest. Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain, and Yan Bugui slowly woke up.

"What sin have I committed?"

Yan Bugui burst into tears. At this moment, he just wanted to vent his anger by crying bitterly.

Yang Ruihua was crying beside him.