Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

"Thank you for your reminder, the jingle just said that I am a quarrelsome person, but it didn't say anything else. How can it have any impact? Besides, I am only seventeen, it is too early for me to get married. Who will remember these gossips in a few years?"

Seeing that Wang Bo really didn't care, the group of aunties could only leave muttering.

Wang Bo was delighted when he saw a group of middle-aged women whispering to each other in the distance.

You're asking me to find a solution? I was the one who spread this!

The simplest and most effective way to discipline others is to ruin their reputation, but once their reputation is ruined, it will be extremely difficult to restore it!

Wang Bo thought to himself, this whole compound is full of beasts, they only know how to plot this and that, now I will make you all anxious and experience the feeling of being plotted against by others!

A few days later, Wang Bo added fuel to the fire. Taking advantage of the dark night and high wind, he stuffed letters into the homes of several matchmakers on the street.

Soon, the matchmakers all knew that Compound No. 95 was full of talented people, including the stingy Yan Fugui, Liu Haizhong who liked to beat his son, the Xu family who were full of mean people, Yi Zhonghai who had been using moral blackmail, the unreasonable Jia Zhang, and an old lady who ran rampant in the compound and no one dared to mess with her.

Matchmakers are all big mouths. If they know about it, then everyone in the nearby streets will know about it.

Now, Compound No. 95 has become even more famous.

If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked too. The older people are lacking in morals, so how can the young people learn from them?

People on the street didn’t even bother introducing potential partners to the young people in Yard 95. Even the children were forced to stop having any contact with them, for fear that they would lead their children astray.

Even when Wang Bo was riding his tricycle and chatting with guests, every guest nearby asked him whether Compound No. 95 was the same as rumored.

Wang Bo did not directly admit or deny it. Instead, he always gave ambiguous answers, making it difficult for people to tell whether they were true or false.

But the more he didn't give a direct answer, the more curious people became, and the more willing they were to inquire. The more they inquired, the more people spread the news.

Wang Bo, who was riding a tricycle, was secretly happy in his heart, yes, it was me who spread this news!

Help people to the end, and help Buddha to the west. The reputation of this No. 95 compound must be made stinkier than a toilet!

After finishing his work, Wang Bo took a walk around the compound and saw Yan Fugui standing at the door sighing and ignoring his flowers. Liu Haizhong was beating his son at home and yelling at him from time to time, while Yi Zhonghai was sitting at the door smoking dryly, with cigarette butts all over the floor.

Wang Bo was trying desperately to hold back his laughter, and only after returning home did he crawl into bed and burst into laughter.

You deserve it!

After calming down, Wang Bo entered the space courtyard.

Only a week had passed, and the crops and vegetables planted in the yard had matured.

Wang Bo happily walked through the fields. He saw that both wheat ears and corn cobs were at least half as big as the usual ones. Even the vegetables grew enormously, much larger than those sold in the vegetable market.

He picked a cucumber. The green cucumber had a few thorns on it, like it was carved from jade. He wiped it on his clothes and took a bite. Suddenly, the fragrance of the cucumber filled his mouth and nose. The cucumber in his mouth was crisp and delicious. He had never eaten such a delicious cucumber since he was a child. He ate it one bite after another and couldn't stop at all.

After Wang Bo finished eating the cucumber, he pulled out a radish from the ground. The radish must have weighed four or five pounds, and its entire body was like white jade, as beautiful as a work of art. He broke the radish open and took a bite. The radish was fresh, crisp, and delicious, full of moisture, with almost no spiciness, but a little sweetness, which made Wang Bo praise it highly.

Wang Bo waved his hand and all the grains and vegetables floated up. He sorted them and piled them against the wall. He roughly estimated that each kind of grain and vegetable weighed dozens of kilograms, and he was so happy that his teeth chattered.

I'll go to the black market tonight and sell all these things, then buy a few chickens and keep them in the yard. Then I'll have chicken and eggs to eat in the future. Thinking of this, Wang Bo's heart was filled with joy.

Wang Bo planted grains and vegetables according to the same method as last time, and walked around the fields a few times before leaving the small courtyard.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai called Yan Fugui and Liu Haizhong to sit together. The three of them frowned, didn't speak, and just sucked on their cigarette butts.

"Alas, our compound is the civilized compound in the neighborhood every year. I don't know who we have offended this year. They spread rumors and damaged the reputation of our compound." Yi Zhonghai first sighed, then said with a frown.

Yan Fugui was also very depressed, and followed Yi Zhonghai's words and said: "Yes, the three of us have worked so hard to manage the compound, and now, with a few rumors, the three of us have become the initiators of destroying the moral construction of the street. If this continues, we will soon become class enemies."

Liu Haizhong took a deep puff of his cigarette and sighed, "I can't take care of the affairs of the compound now. Yesterday I asked Guangqi, and this guy actually told me that as long as we can marry a good wife, it doesn't matter who goes to whose house."

At this point, Liu Haizhong raised his voice: "How can it be the same? If he goes to marry someone else, wouldn't that be like marrying into the family? How can I put my old face on that?"

Yi Zhonghai thought to himself, if you keep beating the children every day, sooner or later all three of them will run away.

"My family is in turmoil too," Yan Fugui complained. "Xie Cheng and her mother have been blaming me for being calculating and ruining my reputation. Now I can't even find a partner. But they don't think about the fact that I only make a little over 20 yuan a month. If I don't calculate, how can I support my family?"

Yan Fugui is more cunning than a monkey when it comes to money. He not only schemes with outsiders, but also with his own family members. In addition to his wife, he also told his son that he only gets a salary of more than 20 yuan.

"Let's not talk about family matters for now," Yi Zhonghai returned to the topic, "Everyone should think about how to restore the reputation of the compound."

Yan Fugui took another puff and said, "It's impossible to explain this matter clearly. The more you explain, the worse it will be. Otherwise, just ignore it. After a few years, the gossip will naturally disappear."

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong looked at Yan Fugui quietly, waiting for his next sentence.

Yan Fugui tilted his head, smiled smugly and said, "Or else, muddy the water."

Within a few days, rumors spread throughout many courtyards in Nanluoguxiang, and all kinds of rhymes and limericks were spreading wildly on the streets, saying things like the Zhang family was long and the Li family was short, the Wang family’s old man was shameless, the mother-in-law bullied the daughter-in-law, the daughter-in-law abused the elderly, knocking on widows’ doors and digging up graves of extinct families, kicking the lame and scolding the dumb, and even saying that the whole courtyard was full of enemy spies.

All kinds of rumors spread wildly, and the attention of Courtyard 95 was immediately drawn away. The crowd was busy listening to the new revelations and had no time to pay attention to those outdated gossips.

Now, a tank of clear water has been completely stirred up. All crows in the world are black, and there is shit on everyone's head. So no one should look down on anyone else.

People from Compound 95 are no longer pointed at when they go out. Instead, they start to inquire about jokes about other compounds and point fingers at others.

The people were eating the melons with great enthusiasm, but the street staff were very worried. They were eating melon seeds and drinking tea in the office, but suddenly the whole street smelled bad. The superiors also gave a strict order that the impact must be reduced within three days.

Director Wang of the Street Office turned gray overnight. He finally called all the uncles in the compound together and held a street meeting to train these uncles and do ideological work in each compound:

First, we should actively guide the public not to believe in rumors or spread them.

Then they offered bribes, and if they heard someone spreading rumors, they would report them and reward them with food.

Finally, a warning is issued: anyone who continues to spread false information will be destroying the unity of the people and will be arrested directly.

After three steps, no one on the street dared to spread rumors anymore. A few days later, the police station found the source of the rumors, which was a group of unemployed young people. They said that a stranger found them, gave them ten yuan each, and spread rumors for three consecutive days. Later, they never saw the stranger again, and in the end, they had to let the matter go.

During this period, Wang Bo was busy selling food and vegetables at the black market every night, and he didn't pay much attention to the rumors. He would walk around outside for a few rounds during the day, and set off on time at midnight.