Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Sha Zhu was very thankful that he didn't say anything, otherwise the windows of his house would have been lost.

Xu Damao was even more helpless, he really couldn't figure it out.

It is true that he gave Jia Dongxu some advice, but how did Zhao Xiyan know about it?

Yi Zhonghai glanced at the dark sky, feeling quite helpless.

I guess it’s already two or three o’clock now. If the noise continues, we won’t be able to sleep.

Liu Haizhong was still guarding by the window. He didn't want someone to smash his window for no reason.

In fact, apart from him, many people did not sleep.

After all, it was a few young men in the yard who did the demolition of the house.

But that beast Zhao Xiyan was completely unreasonable and there was no logic in smashing the glass.

Two hours later.

It was getting light.

Liu Haizhong was sleeping soundly under the window.

suddenly.

He felt as if something had fallen on him, and when he reached out to touch it, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my god..."

"Lao Liu, what's wrong?"

The second aunt sat up in a daze.

"You beast! My glass was also smashed."

Liu Haizhong roared angrily, but the whole yard was quiet.

No one came out, and many people were woken up, but they really couldn't get up.

The glass is broken, but if it continues like this, the person will probably be gone.

Liu Haizhong looked at the cut on his hand caused by the glass and ran out angrily, but he only saw the deaf old lady sitting at the door and cursing.

"Which damn beast dared to smash my old lady's glass?"

"The thing that gives birth to a son without an asshole."

"This bastard child was born after his parents died..."

……

Liu Haizhong looked at the deaf old lady quietly, and suddenly his anger subsided a little.

That beast Zhao Xiyan didn't even let the old lady go, so it's not unfair that the glass in his house was smashed.

After watching for a while, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

Early in the morning.

The whole yard was quiet.

Suddenly, a burly man came in with two young men. When he saw Zhao Xiyan washing his face, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Are you Xiao Zhao?"

"you are……"

"I'm Bei Qing from the Street Office."

The burly man introduced himself, "Director Zhang told me that your house needs repairs..."

"Hello, Master Bei."

Zhao Xiyan hurriedly handed over a cigarette and said with a smile on his face, "You came here so early in the morning. Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, let's come over and see what's going on..." Bei Qing took the cigarette and said with a smile.

"Then let's have breakfast."

Zhao Xiyan put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Brothers, let's go too. This guy is a tough guy. He will be very hungry if he doesn't eat for a day..."

"No, brother, let's take a look at the house first..."

"The house can be repaired at any time. Have breakfast first."

Zhao Xiyan didn't say anything and took Bei Qing and his two colleagues out the door.

Qin Huairu couldn't help but feel angry when she heard what he said.

If this guy really spends money like this, how can he live?

Bei Qing also looked helpless. This boy was too enthusiastic.

He has also experienced and seen a lot, so he knows that this matter is definitely not that simple.

After half an hour.

Zhao Xiyan came in carrying a bag, and brought Bei Qing and his apprentice, who were well fed and drunk.

"Xiao Zhao..."

Qin Huairu shouted.

"Here, take it and eat it."

Zhao Xiyan stuffed the bag into her hands.

It is called a bag, but in fact it is just a packing box made of waste newspaper, which contains a few buns.

"Brother Zhao, this is..."

"I love people."

After Zhao Xiyan introduced Qin Huairu to Bei Qing, he began to talk about his plan.

Qin Huairu looked at the steaming newspaper, feeling both sweet and helpless.

The sweet thing is that Zhao Xiyan still cares about her, but the helpless thing is... if Zhao Xiyan really lets him spend money like this, they will starve to death before she goes to work.

More than an hour later.

Bei Qing looked at the sketch in his hand and his eyes widened.

"Brother Zhao, I'm not interfering with your plan...but do you know how much it would cost to do what you asked?"

"How many?"

Zhao Xiyan suddenly became nervous.

His entire property was only 996.33 yuan, the bulk of which was double compensation that the street office asked the factory for after his father died in a work-related accident.

If you calculate it this way, a human life is only worth 500 yuan. This is the sadness of this era.

"At least three hundred dollars."

Bei Qing said seriously, "Your plan is equivalent to tearing down your house and rebuilding it..."

This involves replacing bricks and tiles.

Why not just tear down the house and rebuild it, otherwise the cost of replacing it will be higher than rebuilding it. And this guy also wants to repair the toilet at home, is repairing a toilet that simple?

In the old city, those who could have a toilet at home were either rich or noble.

Among all these residents living in the courtyards, who doesn't go to the public toilet early in the morning?

If you don't want to go out in the middle of the night, use a chamber pot or toilet.

In the morning, there are people who collect manure at the gate of the courtyard.

But you have to store wood ash yourself, otherwise it's okay in winter, but if it's summer, if there's no wood ash to roll around, the smell... the house is simply uninhabitable.

If Zhao Xiyan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely spit in his face.

The house can be simple, but the toilet must be repaired.

When he went to the public restroom this morning, he almost pooped.

"Brother Bei, if we need to dig another well, how much do you think it will cost?" Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Brother, there is running water in this yard, why are you digging a well?" Bei Qing felt annoyed.

Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?

Or is he really a child from a wealthy family?

It shouldn't be.

This kid's clothes are so torn. If he really has money, why doesn't he change into nicer clothes?

"Don't worry about the money, just tell me the cost." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"It costs at least 20 yuan to dig a well," Bei Qing said seriously, "and that's only if you're lucky and get water the first time you dig... If you don't get water, it would cost at least 30 yuan."

"Okay, help me find someone." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile, "And help me pull some wires. It's pitch black at night, and using candles and kerosene lamps will blind me sooner or later..."

"It costs one dollar to pull the wires, and one dollar to open an account..." Bei Qing said helplessly, "How many watts of light bulbs do you want to install?"

"Forty watts."

"Go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy the light bulbs yourself. As for the light bulbs... 40 watts is 40 cents a month." Bei Qing smiled bitterly, "By the way, how many do you plan to install?"

"Toilet, master bedroom, study... at least three, right?" Zhao Xiyan said, then thought something was wrong, "I have a yard behind me, so I should install one there too..."

Bei Qing almost had a heart attack.

What's the condition? You just install four light bulbs and the electricity bill is one dollar and sixty cents per month. What is this guy thinking?

Zhao Xiyan also had his own troubles.

A night owl suddenly traveled to the fifties, and the boring nightlife was unbearable for him to imagine.

How boring the evening would have been if he hadn't broken almost all the glass in the yard last night.

But come to think of it, if there were nightlife, people of this generation wouldn't have so many children.

What else can you do at night besides doing this kind of thing?