Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

Qin Huairu had a dream last night. She dreamed of Jia Dongxu.

It’s not that I haven’t had dreams over the years, but I haven’t dreamed of Jia Dongxu.

In the dream, Jia Dongxu looked anxious, as if he wanted to convey some message to Qin Huairu. He kept talking, but no sound came out.

Qin Huairu had a bad feeling and became anxious, thinking that she would be able to hear what Jia Dongxu said clearly if she got closer to him. However, as soon as she stretched out her hand and touched Jia Dongxu, he disappeared from her sight.

in a hurry.

lost.

Qin Huairu woke up in shock.

After waking up, Qin Huairu was no longer sleepy. Her thoughts were in a mess and she couldn't stop having wild thoughts. Could it be that Jia Dongxu was warning her that something bad was going to happen in her family?

Oh oh oh..

Until the "bell" of dawn rang, Qin Huairu still hadn't figured out the reason.

"Great! Remember to be careful when doing things and don't meddle in other people's business."

Before going to work, Qin Huairu once again reminded Banggeng that after all, he is just a teenager and is at the age of being impulsive and loyal. He can easily get carried away for the so-called loyalty.

However, Qin Huairu was not overly worried. Bang Geng also said that it was just researching lock-picking technology and there was no danger in itself.

Jia Dongxu warned that this incident was most likely caused by Jia Zhang.

She knew Jia Zhang's physical condition well and estimated that she would not survive until the New Year.

Only this explanation makes sense.

So before going to work, Qin Huairu gave Banggeng a few words of advice just out of concern.

"Oh, I see. He starts nagging so early in the morning. What can I do to cause trouble?"

Like many children, Banggeng does not like the care and advice from his parents. He thinks he is an adult and adults do not need others to talk about what they do, even their own mother.

Banggeng went out mumblingly, and this time he brought two steamed buns with him, which were for Jia Zhangshi.

Just like yesterday, he still ignored Xiaodang and Huaihua.

Xiaodang and Huaihua don't feel close to this so-called brother because Banggeng would call them money-losing goods. For the six-year-old Xiaodang, he already knows what nice words are.

The three brothers and sisters were like strangers, strangers living under the same roof.

It is now the rush hour for work, and the neighbors in the compound are walking in groups of three or five, so when he goes out, Bang Geng meets a lot of people, but he lowers his head when he sees people, pretending not to see them, and ignores everyone.

"That guy who just passed by was the Jia family's gangster, right?"

"Yes, it seems like he just came back yesterday. This kid is just due to his age, otherwise it would be a piece of cake."

"I can see that Bang Geng has gone completely astray. He doesn't even say hello to his elders when he sees them."

"Who says it's not true? The Jia family is really a weasel that lays one nest worse than the other."

"Hahaha, Erlu, don't let Qin Huairu hear you saying this, or you'll be in trouble."

"That's right, I'm not stupid, this is just a random chat."

"..."

Bang Geng didn't hear what others were saying, and even if he did, he couldn't do anything about it, because other people have their mouths on them. Besides, who doesn't talk about others behind their backs? And who doesn't talk about others behind their backs?

Passing by Jia Zhang's shack, Banggeng did not stop, but just threw two steamed buns in and then trotted away.

“Ding ding…”

Banggeng leaned against the wall. He recognized it as the office's car, and sitting in the car was Liu Guozheng, the so-called enemy of the Jia family.

"Pooh!"

"Isn't it just a small car? What the hell are you doing?"

"Once I become familiar with the Riot Committee, I will smash your car."

"Damn, this car exhaust smells pretty good."

Watching the car go away, Banggeng snorted, closed his eyes and felt the lingering smell of car exhaust in the air again, and went to "work" with envy.

................

"Teacher Yan, the back is not swept clean enough, please sweep it again. Hahahaha"

The car passed by, bringing up a gust of wind that almost knocked Yan Bugui down.

"You bastard, the world is going downhill. The world is going downhill."

Yan Bugui was so angry that he threw the broom in his hand. It was so infuriating that everyone he knew would make fun of him when they passed by.

"Ah! When will it end?"

Yan Bugui was very angry. A family of scholars and intellectuals had fallen to the point of sweeping the streets. He couldn't understand why teachers had been a highly respected profession since ancient times, so how could they change overnight?

"Ugh!"

Take two steps and sigh three times.

They soon arrived at the public toilet. The weather was still very good today and the sun was shining comfortably. Jia Zhang was lying at the entrance of the shack basking in the sun and looked in good spirits.

"Yan Laokou, I ate meat last night, and the roast duck was so delicious!"

After saying this, Jia Zhang took another deep breath, as if she was savoring the duck neck and duck butt from yesterday, the duck neck and duck butt that her beloved grandson brought her.

Yan Bugui felt like vomiting after seeing this, and took a deep breath next to the public toilet. It seemed that Jia Zhang had become completely accustomed to the smell.

"Okay, I hope you'll have more dreams like this in the future, so you can live a good life in the second half of your life."

Yan Bugui didn't believe what Jia Zhang said. What a joke! Qin Huairu forgot about that steamed corn bread every other day. She even wanted to eat roast duck, but that could only be in her dreams.

"Mr. Yan, I'm not dreaming. I really ate it. My dear grandson bought it for me."

"Awesome?"

Yan Bugui was even more unconvinced. How could a young boy like him, who had just come out of the juvenile detention center yesterday, with clothes he wore that were bought from who knows how many hands and whose pockets were cleaner than his face, have money to buy roast duck?

"Yes, Mr. Yan, are you envious? Has your son ever bought you a roast duck?"

People feel refreshed when something good happens. Banggeng remembered to bring back the duck neck. In Jia Zhang's view, this was a happy event, so she was in good spirits today, so much so that she could talk so much without being out of breath.

"Humph!"

Yan Bugui's face changed. Jia Zhang touched on his sore spot. He didn't know if he would be able to eat the roast duck that his son bought specially for him in this lifetime.

He also envied families whose sons were filial.

For example, Liu Haizhong, whom he always looked down upon, Yan Bugui had seen Liu Guangtian return to the courtyard with large and small bags more than once.

He couldn't figure it out. Is it really true, as Liu Haizhong said, that beatings will produce filial sons?

"Mr. Yan, don't leave. Let's have a good chat."

"Chat? Jia Zhangshi, you might as well get some sleep instead of taking the time to do so. You can also eat more good food before you die."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, the bad ones don't work but the good ones do, Yan Laokou, you are just jealous, you are jealous."

"Just think of it as me being jealous."

"You are just jealous, just jealous."

Yan Bugui swept the floor and left. He didn't want to chat with Jia Zhang anymore. He was indeed jealous.