Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Da Mao, are you coming back?"

This thing doesn't look very interesting. It's so cold in the winter and it's not as comfortable as staying at home.

"Let's go, it's a bit cold."

The three of them walked together, passing through several alleys. When they passed by No. 95 Courtyard, they saw Yan Bugui holding Zhang Qiang from the Red Star Police Station and not letting him leave.

"Teacher Yan, I understand your feelings, but this is not something I can decide. I am just here to give you a notice."

Zhang Qiang was helpless. If he had known this would happen, he would have gone to the criticism meeting to maintain order. He would have simply delivered the autopsy results and Yan Jiecheng's ashes and informed the real cause of Yan Jiecheng's death. He didn't expect to be pestered by Yan Bugui, who insisted on asking if there was any compensation.

"No, you can't leave. If you don't explain clearly, I'll bang my head against the wall and die."

Zhang Qiang was so frightened that he grabbed Yan Bugui instead. He didn't dare to let Yan Bugui get killed in front of him, otherwise his clothes would be worn out.

"Tsk tsk, this Yan Bugui is really the reincarnation of a calculating master. He didn't show any sadness when his son died, but instead pestered Comrade Zhang for compensation. He is really weird."

"Hehe, what you said is the truth of the Yan family. If you can't afford to be poor, you can afford to be poor. You didn't plan ahead and you will be poor. Anyway, the person is dead. Even if he cries his eyes blind, he won't come back to life. It's more practical to ask for some compensation."

"What do you think? Can Yan Bugui come to pay compensation?"

"What compensation do you want? Comrade Zhang said that he was just a messenger, and it's not his responsibility to deal with this matter."

"makes sense."

"I've often heard people say that dying under a peony flower is a romantic act even as a ghost. Do you think Yan Jiecheng's death under a peony flower counts as dying under a peony flower?"

"Of course it counts. I have seen the girl who was in friendly communication with Yan Jiecheng. She was white and fat, and her flower name seemed to be Fat Flower."

"Erlu, how do you know so much? Are you also a frequent customer?"

"Dasheng, don't talk nonsense, what will happen if my wife hears this?"

"Hahaha"

The most indispensable thing at weddings and funerals is people coming to watch the fun. Funerals like the one at the Yan family are still rare. After all, not many people kill themselves from prostitution.

Those who were watching the fun were all nearby residents. Not everyone liked to go to the criticism meetings, so many people targeted Courtyard No. 95. They also wanted to see how the Yan family handled the matter.

"Teacher Yan, calm down. You must calm down. The dead cannot be resurrected, and the living must continue to live. As for whether there will be compensation, we have to wait and see. We will know after the authorities have determined the nature of this matter."

Zhang Qiang didn't dare to use too much strength when pulling Yan Bugui, because Yan Bugui was so small and thin as a Shiba Inu. It would be really bad luck if he broke a bone.

"Calm down. My son is dead. How can I calm down? I have to die today."

"Teacher Yan, let me say it again. I understand your feelings and I sympathize with your family's experience. As for the compensation issue you mentioned, I really don't know. Instead of arguing with me here, you might as well go to the relevant department and ask."

"Comrade Zhang, you really don't know?"

"I'm a field officer, so I don't know whether this is my responsibility or not."

Although he looked down on people like Yan Bugui who only cared about money, Zhang Qiang could only patiently explain to him due to his status.

"Teacher Yan, please accept my condolences."

Zhang Qiang tried to loosen his hand, but when he saw that Yan Bugui did not get too excited, he turned around and left. He did not want to stay here and be harassed by Yan Bugui.

"Comrade Zhang, I want to ask you something."

Zhang Qiang, who had just turned around, was startled. He looked carefully and wondered when Sha Zhu had run back from the criticism scene.

Zhang Qiang said unhappily, "He Yuzhu, tell me what's the matter."

"It's about Pan Yinghong and the others. Do you think they will be sentenced?"

"Just wait for the announcement. The results will be posted on the street bulletin board. You can go and see it for yourself after the New Year."

After saying that, Zhang Qiang ran away, but he saw Yan Bugui walking towards him again. If he didn't run now, he would not be able to escape later.

"Silly Zhu, it's all your fault. If you had tried to persuade him, would he have gotten into this trouble?"

Before Sha Zhu could react, Yan Bugui grabbed his arm tightly.

"Old Yan, please let go. Since your son is dead, I won't argue with you."

Sha Zhu was already feeling annoyed. If Sai Yuhuan was sent to labor camp, there would be no one to talk to him anymore and he would have to use his hands to satisfy his physical needs.

"Silly Zhu, I now suspect that it is you who has led Jie Cheng astray. Our Jie Cheng is such a good child, but you have ruined him like this."

"Mr. Yan, what do you mean?"

"Pay compensation, minimum 500."

"Mr. Yan, you are blackmailing people just because your son died, right?"

Not only Shazhu, but all the onlookers were dumbfounded. It seemed that Yan Bugui was crazy. He wanted compensation as soon as he caught someone, and the right amount was five hundred yuan. Who can easily come up with five hundred yuan in this day and age?

Those who were originally thinking of going home stopped and continued to watch the excitement.

Sha Zhu broke free from Yan Bugui, took a step back, pointed at Yan Bugui and continued, "Old Yan, if your son hadn't died, I would have sued you for blackmail today and put you in jail for a few days to clear your mind."

"That's right, Old Yan, we all understand how you feel. You can't just blackmail people. I know this kid Shazhu, he definitely won't go to that kind of place."

Yi Zhonghai, who was in the crowd, saw that Sha Zhu was entangled by Yan Bugui. With the intention of repairing his relationship with Sha Zhu, he came out and spoke a fair word for Sha Zhu.

"Yi Zhonghai, why the hell are you pretending to be a good guy? Get out of here, do I need you to say nice things to me?"

Sha Zhu only has endless disgust towards Yi Zhonghai.

"Silly Zhu, you, I am speaking for you?"

Yi Zhonghai felt bitter. He didn't expect that he took the initiative to please Sha Zhu, but the other party didn't appreciate it and even looked disgusted.

"Yi Zhonghai, have I ever told you that we will never have any contact with each other again? You don't have to think about anything else. I see through you."

"Silly Zhu, we have misunderstood each other too deeply. One day you will understand my good intentions."

After saying this, Yi Zhonghai turned and left. He could barely tolerate Sha Zhu's indifference, but he couldn't stand the teasing looks of the people around him.

"Yan Laokou, please accept my condolences."

After all, he was an old man whose son had died, so Sha Zhu couldn't say anything. To be honest, Yan Bugui couldn't be beaten or scolded now, so one could only stay away from him.