Siheyuan: Yan Jiekuang's carefree life

Liu Lan smiled and asked, "Do you still remember the bicycle incident?!"

He Yuzhu replied, "Of course I remember!" Then he changed the subject and said, "But then again, that kid is really capable. In just a few months, our family has a bicycle, a radio, a watch, and now even an electric fan. If Yushui hadn't offended this kid before, our family would have been able to arrange not only three turns and one ring, but also two turns and one ring."

Liu Lan said, "Jie Kuang is a filial son. Go back and talk to Third Aunt and ask her to speak for you."

He Yuzhu shook his head and said, "Forget it! Let's talk about it when we have a chance later!"

In those days, supplies were scarce, so people seldom bought new clothes. They bought cloth and made them themselves. The eldest child usually wore new clothes, the second child wore old clothes, and the third child wore clothes that had been patched up. Although the clothes Yan Jiekuang wore were not Yan Jiefang's leftovers, they were basically altered by the third aunt from Yan Bugui's clothes.

In the morning, when the third aunt talked to He Yushui and Liu Lan about making clothes, Yan Jiekuang was already outside. So Yan Jiekuang heard everything they said. After lunch, Yan Jiekuang went out. That's right, Yan Jiekuang also wanted to wear new clothes at this time. Although there are many ready-made clothes in the space, the styles do not meet the requirements of this era. Instead of taking them out and putting them aside, it is better to take out the cloth in the space and let the third aunt make them. Things cannot appear out of thin air, and you have to find a way to get through it.

Yan Jiekuang walked around outside, found a deserted place, got out some grey and navy corduroy, pure cotton plain cloth and work cloth, and then took out the sewing machine that his mother had brought as a dowry in his previous life. Yan Jiekuang took out the tools and removed the label that did not belong to this era from the sewing machine. Then he used paint remover to wipe the label printed on the sewing machine. After checking it twice and making sure there was no problem, Yan Jiekuang took out some sewing machine accessories and needles and threads, put them in a cloth bag, then tied the sewing machine to the side of the bicycle, fixed the cloth on the back seat of the bicycle, and then rode the bicycle humming the tune of The East is Red and walked towards the courtyard.

"Old Yan, is that guy on the bicycle your third son?" Old Wang, who was playing chess with Yan Bugui, looked up and saw Yan Jiekuang riding a bicycle. Yan Bugui turned his head to look in the direction Old Wang pointed and said with a smile, "It's really my third son." Then Yan Bugui saw the sewing machine fixed to the back seat of the bicycle, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He quickly stood up and went to meet him.

Yan Jiekuang saw Yan Bugui running towards him and hurriedly braked his bicycle. Yan Bugui came to the side of the bicycle and did not bother to talk to Yan Jiekuang, his eyes were firmly attracted by the sewing machine.

Yan Jiekuang smiled, turned around, patted the sewing machine, and asked, "Dad, how about this thing?!"

Yan Bugui responded instinctively: "Yes!"

Yan Jiekuang said, "Dad, when you and my mom got married, you didn't get the three turns and one ring. I, your son, helped you complete it."

"Huh?!" Yan Bugui came back to his senses, looked at Yan Jiekuang, and said, "Boy, what do you mean?!"

Yan Jiekuang said: "Dad, do you know what this means?!"

Yan Bugui was stunned and asked, "What?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied, "Calculation is just a small profit. You can calculate for a while, but not for a lifetime. Instead of calculating, it is better to be down-to-earth." Then Yan Jiekuang patted Yan Bugui's shoulder seriously and said, "Dad! Don't worry! As a son, I will never treat you badly. Wait for my mother to help me make the clothes, and ask her to make a few sets for you with the remaining fabrics."

"You little bastard!" Yan Bugui glared at Yan Jiekuang unhappily and said, "Let's go! Let's go home."

When the neighbors saw the cloth and sewing machine on Yan Jiekuang's bicycle, they all gathered around. Seeing this, Yan Jiekuang did not wait for Yan Bugui to speak, and said first: "Aunties, you also know that I like to go to the scrap recycling station to buy old goods. I just bought this sewing machine. It has a lot of problems, and it is still unclear whether it can be repaired! Let's go back first!" Then Yan Jiekuang winked at Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui understood and said, "Everyone go back first! If it's repaired, you can use it. But please bring your own needles, thread and sewing machine oil." After that, Yan Bugui helped Yan Jiekuang unload the sewing machine from the bicycle. Yan Jiekuang locked the bicycle and moved the sewing machine and cloth into the main room with Yan Bugui.

"Yang Ruihua! Come quickly! See what your son brought back for you?!" After entering the main room, Yan Bugui closed the door and shouted towards the inner room.

When the third aunt heard the shout, she immediately ran out from the inner room. When she saw the sewing machine, she immediately showed a happy expression on her face. She ran to the sewing machine in two steps, reached out her hand to touch the sewing machine, and asked, "Where did it come from?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied: "Of course it was bought by your precious son! There is not only a sewing machine, but also cloth, and needle and thread." As he said that, Yan Jiekuang took out needle and thread and some accessories of the sewing machine from the cloth bag and placed them on the table.

"You kid! You just know how to spend money recklessly!" Third Aunt complained about Yan Jiekuang, but she was very happy in her heart. Every time she made or mended clothes, Third Aunt envied the Jia family for having a sewing machine. Now it's good! She doesn't have to envy them anymore.

Yan Jiekuang said, "Mom! Look, my clothes are all old. Can you make me two sets?!"

The third aunt didn't think twice and agreed directly: "No problem!"

Yan Bugui asked: "Can this sewing machine be used directly?! Don't you need to fix it?!"

Yan Jiekuang smiled and said, "Dad, I was just trying to fool outsiders, and you believed me?!"

The third aunt smiled and said, "Old Yan, our Jie Kuang is really capable. Others have parents who buy things for their children. In our family, it's the other way around, the son buys things for his parents. I'm content to have such a son!"

Yan Jiekuang looked at his mother's happy expression and thought to himself, "I now have food to eat, clothes to wear, and my own house. I don't have to worry about studying. This is the simple life I want to live."

"Jie Kuang, what are you thinking about? So happy?!" Yan Bugui couldn't help asking when he saw Yan Jie Kuang suddenly became dazed.

"Ah?!" Yan Jiekuang was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said, "Dad, our family is getting better and better now. I'm just afraid that some people will get jealous and cause trouble."

The third aunt said, "Besides the Jia family, who else would cause trouble for us?!"

Yan Jiekuang replied, "There are many! Let's not talk about other things. The way Liu Haizhong and Yi Zhonghai looked at our family a few days ago was not very good. They would definitely make trouble secretly even if they didn't make trouble overtly. In addition, there are some people in our courtyard who are watching and waiting. If they see that our family is in trouble, they will definitely add insult to injury."

The third aunt thought about it, nodded in agreement, and said, "What Jie Kuang said makes sense. It seems that I should be more careful in the future."

Yan Bugui said: "I am not afraid of them plotting against Jie Kuang. Instead, I am worried about Jie Cheng and Jie Fang. Especially Jie Cheng, he has no ability. He only knows how to get benefits."

The third aunt suddenly asked, "Jie Cheng hasn't been home for almost half a month this time, right?!"

Yan Bugui thought about it and agreed, "It's true."

The third aunt asked worriedly, "Is he going to be okay?!"