Siheyuan: After I moved in, the compound became a mess

The word "Dabao, nephew" immediately filled Wang Dabao's memory.

Wang Tiangao is five or six years younger than himself. When he joined the army, he was about the same age as Yan Jiekuang, with a small stature and a big head. In the blink of an eye, he has grown into such a strong man.

Wang Dabao could clearly feel that his smile was a bit awkward. He coughed twice and took out a match from his pocket: "Uncle Tiangao, let me light it for you."

"No, no, I have it. I'll order it myself."

Wang Dabao was embarrassed, and Wang Tiangao was even more embarrassed when Wang Dabao called him uncle. He quickly dodged and lit the cigarette himself.

Uncle Li got closer to the motorcycle and took a look. He cried out, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

The fact that Wang Dabao came back on a big motorcycle was enough to surprise him, and when he took another look at the items on the car, his heart beat faster. His heart beat even faster than when he touched his wife's big hand for the first time.

He had seen many things on a motorcycle, but this was the first time he had seen these things stacked together. No wonder his calves were so weak.

"Da... Dabao, tell your uncle... tell the truth, did you do anything illegal outside?"

Uncle Li couldn't even hold the cigarette in his mouth, but he felt bad for dropping such a good cigarette on the ground, so he quickly took it out of his mouth and rubbed against Wang Dabao in front of the motorcycle with shaking legs, "What is on this motorcycle?!"

Wang Dabao had just emerged from the ocean of embarrassment and was chatting with other uncles when he was speechless after hearing a word from Uncle Li.

Did you do anything illegal outside?

Where did you get this from?!

Wang Dabao turned his head and stared at the huge pile of items on the sidecar. He was stunned for two seconds and then he understood!

After hearing this, Wang Tiangao and other uncles and aunts ran to the sidecar and took a closer look, and they all gasped.

"Moutai liquor and Zhonghua cigarettes are both good things."

Among this group of uncles and aunts, Wang Tiangao is considered to be worldly-wise. Although he has never smoked Zhonghua cigarettes, there is no boy of his age who doesn't know this cigarette.

As for Moutai, I pooled money with a few comrades to buy two taels before retiring from the army, so I have tried it.

"Oh my goodness, Dabao has made a fortune. How much is a bottle of Moutai?"

"It was less than three yuan last year, but it has risen to sixteen yuan this year."

"What kind of fortune is this? It's not that easy to make." An old man gasped and held onto his motorcycle after seeing bags of flour, boxes of cigarettes and alcohol, and stacks of pork. It was too damn scary.

Uncle Li was so anxious when he saw Wang Dabao was in a daze that he reached out to push him.

"Hey, uncle, what are you thinking? I bought all this myself."

Wang Dabao groaned, took out his work permit from his jacket pocket, and handed it to the anxious Uncle Li. "You don't believe it, right? Look for yourself what this is."

Uncle Li took it hesitantly, turned it over and read it for a while, then waved Wang Tiangao over and said, "Read what's written on it to me, brother?"

Wang Dabao slapped his forehead and forgot that Uncle Li was illiterate. But why were you reading so seriously if you couldn't understand? Are you kidding me?

As Wang Tiangao took the work permit and opened it, he heard Wang Dabao, smoking a cigarette, saying, "Uncle Tiangao, just read out your name, department, and position."

"Name: Wang Dabao, Department: Security Department, Position: Deputy Section Chief."

Wang Tiangao was surprised when he finished reading it. "Deputy Section Chief? This is a very high-ranking official, right?"

Wang Dabao leaned on the handlebars of his motorcycle and exhaled a puff of smoke, not forgetting to fan his hands: "Not big, only about 200 to 300 people under him."

"Is this thing fake?" Uncle Li and the uncles and aunts beside him were stunned when they heard it. Then they reacted and rushed forward to grab the work permit and wanted to open the cover to take a look.

"Second brother."

Wang Tiangao shouted, and calmly took the work permit back into his hand. He opened it and pointed at it, saying, "Second brother, you are so old, why are you still so impatient? This is the official seal and stamp, see? It can't be faked."

After saying that, Wang Tiangao handed his work permit to Wang Dabao.

"Nephew, please put it away quickly, don't let these ignorant people ruin it."

"Oh, oh, I'll put it away."

Wang Dabao quickly took the cigarette out of his mouth and took the work permit with both hands, "Uncle Tiangao, you can just call me Dabao."

Several uncles and aunts accepted Wang Dabao's new identity and no longer questioned the source of the items in the motorcycle's sidecar.

"Okay, you've really made progress, but you bought too many of these. How much did they cost?!"

Uncle Li's legs stopped shaking and his back straightened.

Wang Dabao patted Uncle Li's arm and said, "Well, your nephew earns a lot of money a month. Let's go to Uncle Tiangao's house first. My Third Uncle should be home now."

"Yes, I am at home sorting out the accounts."

Wang Tiangao said.

Wang Dabao stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the group chatted and laughed as they headed towards Wang Tiangao's house.

Wang Tiangao's father, Wang Tiemin, also known as the Third Uncle in Wang Dabao's words, is the former village chief and party secretary of Wangjialou Village.

Before the few people arrived at Wang Tiemin's house, they saw Wang Tiemin standing at the door waiting from a distance.

There was no way, the rumbling sound of the motorcycle exhaust was too loud and could be heard by half the village.

Many villagers and children gathered together. Wang Dabao was busy giving cigarettes to Wang Tiemin and others, and took out candies from his sidecar and distributed them to the children.

Wang Tiemin was also quite surprised when he learned from Wang Tiangao what position Wang Dabao held in the steel rolling mill and that all the items on the motorcycle were bought by Wang Dabao.

"You little brat, you've only been in the city for a few days, and even if you make money, you shouldn't waste it like this."

"Even if you are a section chief, you are still a deputy. How high of an official can you be? Why buy so many things?"

Wang Tiemin, who was wearing a washed-out gray Mao suit, scolded Wang Dabao when he came over to give him a cigarette.

Wang Dabao didn't take the scolding from his Third Uncle Wang Tiemin seriously at all. He had eaten a lot of meals at his Third Uncle's house when he was in his teens, and after his parents left, it was the Third Uncle in front of him who helped him the most wholeheartedly.

Listening to these insults, he even felt a sense of intimacy.

"Third Master, please calm down. I'm not working anymore, so I bought some things and came back to visit you all."

Wang Dabao stood obediently beside Wang Tiemin and spoke respectfully.

Wang Tiemin sighed, was silent for a moment, and called Wang Dabao to the yard.

"Dabao, save the money you earn in the future, use it to get married, and work hard in the city. Life in our village is a bit hard, but we won't starve to death. Don't waste money on these things in the future."

"Okay, Master San, I'll do whatever you say."