Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Bastard, bastard."

Yan Bugui was very uneasy when he returned home. As a teacher, he knew more things and understood more principles. He absolutely must not get involved in pornography and gambling, two things that can destroy a family.

Throughout history, anyone who has been addicted to prostitution and gambling, from kings and ministers to ordinary people, has without exception ended up in a miserable way.

Yan Bugui is not worried now, he is afraid.

With the little wealth the Yan family has now, it's almost a problem to have food. If Yan Jiecheng really falls into it, Yan Bugui dare not think about the consequences. Even if he sells off all the members of the Yan family, it still cannot fill the hole of desire.

From now on, don’t even think about trying to extort money from Yan Jiecheng. As long as Yan Jiecheng doesn’t ask him for money, he’ll be grateful.

The question now is, what to do?

Try to persuade?

Or just do nothing and let it fend for itself?

Yan Bugui thought about it again and again, and even his hair was scratched bald, but he still couldn't think of a good solution.

Advice sounds nice, but given the current situation in their family, the probability that Yan Jiecheng will listen is extremely low, or even zero.

What if I just ignore it?

That won’t work. After all, we are a family, and sooner or later this family will be dragged down by him.

Yan Jiecheng can still make money now, but what will he do when the day comes when he can no longer make money?

steal?

Or rob?

No matter which one you choose, it won't end well.

"Rebellious son, bastard."

Yan Bugui could only vent his anger by speaking foul language.

Now he is dissatisfied with everything, but fortunately he is still rational and does not throw things randomly.

"bang"

The door was pushed open, which scared Yan Bugui. When he saw that it was Yan Jiecheng, his face darkened and he said in a cold voice: "You still remember to come back?"

"What do you mean?"

Yan Bugui's cold words drew Yan Jiecheng's attention away from the magic medicine. On the way back, Yan Jiecheng kept thinking about the magic medicine, thinking that after he had recovered, he would let Feihua taste his power.

"What do you mean? Yan Jiecheng, what did I teach you before? How dare you do such a thing and learn to go to the Eight Great Hutongs?"

Looking at Yan Jiecheng's nonchalant look, Yan Bugui was so angry that he trembled.

"What are the Eight Great Hutongs? Who told you that?"

Yan Jiecheng was shocked. He didn't know what went wrong. Yan Bugui actually knew that he went to the Bada Hutong.

"Who told me that? I went to the hospital, and the doctor said that your physical deficiency was caused by your lack of self-control. Isn't that obvious?"

"Dad, are doctors never wrong? My poor health is caused by my heavy work and poor diet. Don't listen to the doctor's nonsense."

It is impossible to admit that. Have you ever seen any child talking about gender issues with his or her parents?

The Xia people are very reserved in their emotions.

"Yan Jiecheng, you've learned to lie. Sha Zhu told me that you two went to the Bada Hutong together."

Seeing that Yan Jiecheng refused to admit it, Yan Bugui wanted to trick him.

"Yan Laokou, stop talking nonsense. When did I say that?"

What a coincidence was that when Sha Zhu got up and went to work, he walked to the front yard and accidentally saw Yan Jiecheng. He wanted to find out what was going on, and just as he walked to the door, he heard what Yan Bugui said.

"Silly Zhu, why are you everywhere?"

Yan Bugui stamped his feet in anger. This incident was heard by Sha Zhu.

"Yan Laokou, if you frame me again, I will really beat you up."

Sha Zhu glared, raised his fist, turned around and was about to leave. Some things were hard to say with Yan Bugui at home. Yan Jiecheng was not going to work today, so Sha Zhu had to go.

"Silly Zhu, wait a moment. Let me use your casserole."

When he came back, Yan Jiecheng had already made up his mind. He planned to stew the two ginseng roots in a casserole. When the office was open, he would buy some bones and make ginseng bone casserole soup. One purpose was to satisfy his craving, and the other was to serve as medicine.

"Yan Jiecheng, what are you using the clay pot for? If you're using it to make medicine, I'm sorry. My clay pot is mainly used to stew chicken."

Nowadays, pots, bowls, ladles, spoons and casseroles are all important assets of a family. For Sha Zhu, casseroles are more useful than ordinary bowls and plates.

"I don't make medicine."

"Yan Jiecheng, if it's stewed chicken, I can help you. You should know my cooking skills."

Sha Zhu was in a good mood. In addition to eating, chefs love cooking, especially some precious ingredients. In this era of scarce materials, chickens, ducks and geese are relatively good ingredients.

"I'm not going to stew the chicken either. I'm going to get some big bones to stew."

"Just bone stew in a casserole? No other ingredients?"

"Yes, I found two pieces of high-quality ginseng and prepared to stew them together to nourish our body."

Yan Jiecheng didn't think of hiding it. It was a rare opportunity to get a good thing, so naturally he wanted to let others envy him.

"Jie Cheng, where did you get the ginseng? Did you spend all your money?"

Hearing that Yan Jiecheng took out two ginseng roots, Yan Bugui became anxious. He was not thinking about persuading Yan Jiecheng, but about getting the money from Yan Jiecheng.

As for Yan Jiecheng's visit to the Bada Hutong, it has to come second to money.

"Yes, people won't give you the best ginseng if you don't spend money on it."

Yan Jiecheng was very proud and covered his pockets with his hands.

"Okay, Yan Jiecheng, I'm going to work."

"Silly Zhu, go get the casserole first."

"Yan Jiecheng, the big bones can be cooked in a pot, there is no need for a clay pot."

"Silly Zhu, did you stuff donkey hair in your ears? I mainly want to stew ginseng. Ginseng is a tonic."

"hehe."

Sha Zhu shook his head, said nothing, and turned away.

"Silly Zhu, what do you mean?"

"Yan Jiecheng, how much money do you have? Don't you know the answer? You want ginseng? It's a tonic. You idiot, you can buy good ginseng with just a hundred bucks? You must be kidding."

"Silly Zhu, are you jealous? Yes, you must be jealous."

"Hahaha."

Sha Zhu laughed. He was now 100% sure that Yan Jiecheng had been cheated. You know, the best ginseng basically costs at least five thousand yuan, and with a hundred yuan, you could only buy radishes.

"Jie Cheng, where's your ginseng? Take it out and let me see it."

When Sha Zhu said this, Yan Bugui was shocked. He didn't know how much ginseng cost, but he knew it was definitely not cheap.

"Okay, I'll open your eyes today."

The best way to deal with doubts is to produce real evidence and give those who doubt you a slap in the face.

"Yes, it is indeed ginseng."

Yan Bugui pretended to look at the thing in Yan Jiecheng's hand, and thought he was being very professional before he stepped forward and sniffed it. No one knew what he smelled, but he nodded with satisfaction.

"Silly, how is it?"

Seeing Sha Zhu staring at the ginseng in his hand without saying a word, Yan Jiecheng asked proudly.

"Fuck ginseng, this is just wild carrot."

"Silly Zhu, you are talking nonsense."

Yan Jiecheng was not happy. The top-quality ginseng given to him by the old immortal was actually described by Sha Zhu as wild carrot. This was not a slap in the face of Yan Jiecheng, but a slap in the face of the old immortal.

"If you don't believe me, take a bite and see if it's bitter."

As a chef, Sha Zhu has naturally come into contact with wild carrots. This thing can be used to pickle vegetables, make soups, stew meat, and after slicing and drying, it can also be used to soak in wine.

“Pooh, pooh, pooh…”

In order to expose Sha Zhu's lies, Yan Jiecheng really pulled out a whisker and tasted it. The taste was a bit complicated, slightly spicy and bitter.

"Silly Zhu, stop fooling around, ginseng is also bitter."

Yan Jiecheng stood there in a daze, but Yan Bugui was unwilling to do so. The money had already been spent, and the two ginsengs today must be real.

"Hey, Old Yan, ginseng tastes a bit bitter, but it has a sweet aftertaste. Ask Yan Jiecheng if I'm right."

Shazhu left and went to work, feeling particularly good.