Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

When everyone in the courtyard learned that Yi Zhonghai had a son by his first wife, the women went to find Yang Cuiyun first.

Central Court Yijia

"Cuiyun, does your husband Yi have a first wife? Do you know his first wife?" This is Li Cailan, the daughter-in-law with bangs in the backyard, who later became the second aunt.

"Cuiyun, do you know that Lao Yi has a son? His son is a college student? Has Lao Yi ever told you that he has a son?" This is Yang Ruihua, the wife of Yan Bugui in the front yard, and later the third aunt.

"Cuiyun, you are so lucky. You don't even have to give birth to a child yourself, and you already have an eldest son. You will enjoy a happy life in the future." The one who said this in a sarcastic tone was Jia Zhang from the Central Courtyard, Jia Dongxu's mother.

She just can't stand seeing Yang Cuiyun doing well. Why can you find a good man and live a good life when we are both widows? But I have a son and a grandson, and you are just a hen that doesn't lay eggs.

Of course, she was just thinking about it and would never say it out loud. Not to mention that Yi Zhonghai was his son's master, Yang Cuiyun was not an easy person to deal with either. She was just pretending to be virtuous in front of Yi Zhonghai. Humph!

Everyone in the courtyard was talking at once, and Yang Cuiyun felt like her brain was going to explode. These old ladies were so annoying.

"Aren't you going home to cook? You all have nothing to do, right?" Yang Cuiyun yelled at everyone with a stern face.

"Ouch, I'm still cooking porridge in the pot. It's going to get burnt..."

"That's right, I still have steamed bread in the pot..."

"Why hasn't my kid come back yet? I have to go look for him..."

When everyone saw that Yang Cuiyun was angry, they all dispersed. They all lived in the same courtyard, so they knew each other well. Even though Yang Cuiyun usually spoke softly, when it came to fighting, she was a very brave person.

Jia Zhang looked at Yang Cuiyun, sneered, and went home with her big butt twisted. Yang Cuiyun, Yang Cuiyun, you will have a hard time in the future. Old Yi has a wife and a son, who do you think you are?

The more Jia Zhang thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and she even started humming a little tune.

It's no wonder that the people in the courtyard didn't know about Yi Ping'an's mother. Ma Weiguo didn't tell the people in the workshop. Why talk about this? Yi Gong is pitiful enough. He lost his mother at such a young age, raised himself, and even went to college. Now he has found his biological father, and it's time for him to have a better life. Isn't it hurtful to say this?

So this misunderstanding arose.

By the time dinner was over, the rumor had spread that Yi Zhonghai's first wife had brought her son to look for his father.

The one who is most upset right now is Yang Cuiyun, she knows that Yi Zhonghai has a first wife, Old Yi told her that she was killed by the Japanese bombing when she was fleeing.

But who would have thought that this person was still alive and had a son. What should she do? Go back to her hometown in the countryside?

Not to mention whether she can still live in the house in her hometown, she is reluctant to give up her current life, where she has food to eat, clothes to wear and a man to live with.

But she knew best how much Yi Zhonghai valued his son. Even for his son, he would keep his original wife. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. She cried so hard that she was out of breath and almost fainted.

So he closed the door and went to the deaf old lady's house in the backyard.

Ever since she entered this courtyard, she became close to the old lady. At first, she felt that they had the same fate as they were both widows and had no children. Later, they developed feelings for each other.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the deaf old lady was designated as a five-guarantee household. Yi Zhonghai asked her to take better care of the deaf old lady. She also knew what Yi Zhonghai meant, so she did not object and continued to take care of her.

Moreover, when Yi Zhonghai wanted to return to the steel mill, he used his savings to beg the old lady, and the old lady really made an effort with the person in charge to make it happen. Otherwise, if he relied on his master alone, the result would be hard to say.

For Yi Zhonghai, this old lady has some connections, and he doesn't know when he can use them. It's not a big deal anyway, and the main thing is that he doesn't have to do it himself.

Later, they huddled together for warmth. After all, they had no children, so they shared the same fate.

When they arrived at the deaf old lady's house, Yang Cuiyun couldn't stop crying as soon as she saw the deaf old lady.

When the deaf old lady saw Yang Cuiyun crying, she thought she was being bullied and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong with you? Did Xiaoyi bully you?"

Yang Cuiyun nodded and shook her head. She couldn’t do anything to the old lady this time. Was this right or not?

Yang Cuiyun also wanted the deaf old lady to give her some advice, so she told her that Yi Zhonghai had a son. Of course, her version of the story was that the original wife brought her son to look for his father.

Now the deaf old lady was in a dilemma. Anyone would know which one to choose between the original wife who had a son and the step-wife who had no son. But that was a son, a son who could support her in her old age and carry on the family line.

Yi Zhonghai would definitely not give up his son, but if Yang Cuiyun was gone, who would take care of this old lady?

As the saying goes, old ginger is always wise, so the deaf old lady took Yang Cuiyun's hand and said, "You saved Xiao Yi's life, even if his original wife comes, he can't deny this kindness.

If he really doesn't want you anymore, you must receive compensation. Let him give you as much money as Yi Zhonghai's life is worth. With money on your side, you won't have to worry about your future.

If it really doesn't work out, I will adopt you as my goddaughter, and we will live together as mother and daughter.

When I am gone, this house will be left to you, and you will have a place to live. What do you think, Cuiyun?"

The deaf old lady wanted to keep Yang Cuiyun to serve her, but she also knew that no one would be willing to have a mother serve her without any benefits. She was not crazy.

Yang Cuiyun was at a loss at this time. After hearing what the deaf old lady said, she thought it was feasible, but she was a little reluctant to let Yi Zhonghai go.

After all, Lao Yi is considered a good man around here. He has a handsome appearance, a high salary, good skills, and is a kind, loyal and affectionate man. He didn't despise her even though she didn't have children.

Of course, she didn't know that Yi Zhonghai was no longer able to have children, and was secretly looking for someone to take care of him in his old age.

Therefore, Yang Cuiyun always felt very guilty, thinking that she was sorry to Yi Zhonghai and the Yi family, and she obeyed Yi Zhonghai's orders.

"Well, if it really comes to that, I won't blame the head of the family. I am the one who has let him down. I haven't left him a son or a daughter for so many years. Now that he has a son, I am happy for him.

If you don't mind me being stupid, I will come to your place and be your daughter, and we can live together as mother and daughter." Yang Cuiyun's tears never stopped, she was really sad.

"Cuiyun, that's the right way to think. In life, nothing can go smoothly. As long as you get through it, you won't be afraid of anything.

It was so hard and difficult back then, and we even lost our lives, but we managed to get through it, didn’t we? Don’t be afraid, I’m still here with you, an old lady. We’re not afraid of anything.”

The old lady was also very happy because she had someone to serve her again.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai was still walking home happily, thinking about what happened today, just like a dream, or a beautiful dream. He had no idea that the courtyard was in chaos.

As soon as he reached the gate and carried the bicycle into the yard, he saw a skinny old man rushing over and grabbing Yi Zhonghai's arm.

The man who came was the "calculating expert" Yan Bugui, who later became the third uncle. It is said that he would taste the saltiness of the manure whenever a manure cart passed by.

"Old Yi, you are back"

Just as he was about to continue, he saw a bicycle, "Bicycle? Forever? This bicycle costs 178 million. Did you buy it, Lao Yi?"

Yi Zhonghai knew that Yan Bugui's focus was always different from others, but he was happy today. He patted the bicycle seat and said, "My son bought this. He said that he would go to get off work with me in the future, and it would be convenient to have a bicycle."

"Your son is really nice." Yan Bugui said as he walked around the bicycle.

Speaking of my son, I finally remembered what he was going to do. It's all Old Yi's fault for buying him a bicycle and making him forget about his important business.

"By the way, Lao Yi, do you have a son?"

"Oh, my dear son!"

"Your first wife's child?"

"Yes, he's already 15, got admitted to a university in Beijing, and was assigned to the factory today to do technical support. He's an engineer?" Yi Zhonghai said with pride. He really wanted to tell people about his great son.

"Engineer? That would make more than one million a month, right?" Well, Yan Bugui's train of thought is always so strange.

"That's about the same." Yi Zhonghai was speechless. He is indeed an expert in calculation.

"Oh, that's great! Otherwise, one must be educated so that one can earn a lot." Yan Bugui lifted himself up invisibly.

He is different from the peasants in the yard, he is also a cultured person.

"Old Yan, what do you want to say? I'm still waiting to go home." Yi Zhonghai didn't want to talk to him anymore. He was eager to go home and share his great son with his wife.

At this time, Yan Bugui finally remembered his business. He pulled Yi Zhonghai to the wall and started talking in private.

"Old Yi, your first wife has come to see you with her son, so what should you do with your current wife? It's not fashionable to take concubines nowadays. You can't make any mistakes if you want to eat peanuts."

Yan Bugui’s reminder was really kind. Now everyone in the yard was laughing at Yang Cuiyun. As soon as his wife came home, she told Yan Bugui about it. Yang Cuiyun went to the backyard crying.

"How did it become a mistake? How come there is even the matter of taking a concubine?" Yi Zhonghai looked confused. What was he talking about?

Then Yi Zhonghai realized that these people were probably overthinking. Alas, they were really a bunch of troublesome people.

"Old Yan, you think too much. My first wife died a few years ago. I only have one wife now. Why would I take a concubine? I should take a concubine!"

Yi Zhonghai was really angry. What kind of thing was this? He dared to say anything nonsense. What if the Military Control Commission believed it? Would he still be able to explain himself?

Yi Zhonghai took out the Daqianmen cigarettes that his eldest son bought for him and gave two to Yan Bugui. Yan Bugui took them with a smile, but he was reluctant to smoke them and put them in his pocket.

Yi Zhonghai took a look and took out another one and handed it to him. He also took out the lighter given by Haodada and lit one for Yan Bugui. He also lit one for himself and then spoke to Yan Bugui.

"Old Yan, you really need to help me talk to the people in the hospital. If you talk nonsense without knowing anything, it could be fatal.

My first wife died in 44, forced to commit suicide by the Japanese. My son was only 6 years old at the time, and he raised himself alone, and even went to college and became an engineer.

If he hadn't been sent down from above to provide guidance this time, I wouldn't have known he was still alive.

He will be back tomorrow and will live in the courtyard from now on, so we can’t let them talk nonsense.”

When Yan Bugui heard this, he was surprised that the rumor was really outrageous. He did not refuse it at the moment. After all, Old Yi had given him a bribe.

"Don't worry, I will explain it clearly to the people in the courtyard tomorrow and make sure they won't talk nonsense again. I will also let my wife talk to those old ladies. They just know how to spread nonsense one by one."

"Oh, thank you so much. When my son comes back tomorrow night, I will set up a table and treat the elderly in our courtyard to a meal to celebrate our father-son reunion. You must come." Yi Zhonghai was not stingy. He was so happy that he couldn't contain himself.

When Yan Bugui heard about such a good thing, he quickly agreed: "Dude, that's great! Don't worry, I'll be there tomorrow!" He gave a thumbs up as he said that.

"Then it's settled. Tomorrow night, you don't need to bring anything, just come. I'm happy that my son is back! I'll go back first!" Yi Zhonghai said, and pushed his bicycle into the hanging flower gate.

Yan Bugui also returned home happily and shared his experience with his wife, and of course the task assigned by Lao Yi.