Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

When the father and son returned to the courtyard, Yan Bugui was still waiting at the gatehouse. When he saw the father and son coming back, he stood up and whispered:

"You two are finally back. It's quite late. Aunt Yi asked me to leave the door open for you. She is waiting for you too."

Yan Bugui was a person selected by the Military Control Commission to guard the gate. He was paid 3 yuan a month as a labor fee and his job was to lock the gate every night and open it in the morning.

There is no other way. There are too many Buddhas, troublemakers, hooligans, and enemy spies. If the door is not locked, no one dares to sleep. But time must be managed in a unified way, so there is a fixed person, who is almost like a doorman.

Yi Ping'an carried the bicycle into the yard and thanked Yan Bugui: "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Yan. If you hadn't thought about us, my father and I would have to sleep on the street."

No matter why he is waiting here, he has worked hard, otherwise he would have locked the door and gone to sleep, so I have to accept this favor.

Yi Zhonghai took out a Daqianmen cigarette and handed two to Yan Bugui, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Old Yan. It's a little late today. Come and have a smoke."

However, Yan Bugui couldn't bear to smoke it. He thought about smoking it at school tomorrow. It was a good cigarette, so it was normal to show off a little.

Yi Ping'an also had cigarettes in his pocket. He was a smoker in his previous life, but he didn't smoke in this life. The main reason was that he was too young and had to go to school all the time, so he better be a good boy.

Seeing Yan Bugui carefully put the cigarette into his pocket, Yi Ping'an felt that life was really not easy for people of this era, which made him, a person from later generations, feel a little sad. If he didn't have space, he would probably be worse than Yan Bugui.

Thinking of this, he took out a whole bag of Daqianmen from his pocket and handed it to Yan Bugui, "Teacher Yan, take this. I'll have to trouble you again in the next few days. Please keep the door open for us. We have to work overtime these few days, and I'm afraid we have to stay up this late every day."

Yan Bugui and Yi Zhonghai were both surprised when they saw Yi Ping'an take out cigarettes. Yan Bugui was mainly surprised that Yi Ping'an would be so generous. A whole pack of Daqianmen cigarettes, which cost 3,500 yuan a pack, was something he had never bought before. It was much more than he earned from guarding the door for a day.

Yi Zhonghai simply didn't expect that his son still had cigarettes on him, but he didn't say anything. His son is already working, so he is an adult, right?

"Oh, Ping'an, you are so polite. This is my job. No problem, I will definitely leave the door open for you two, no matter how late it is. You are also making a contribution." Yan Bugui was polite in his words but honest in his body. He quickly took it, put it in his pocket, and patted it, which made Yi Ping'an want to laugh.

"Old Yi, you will enjoy a good life in the future. I think in our entire compound, your family member Ping'an is the only one with a promising future. He is something special! Just be happy." Yan Bugui turned around and praised Yi Ping'an to Yi Zhonghai again. After all, good words don't cost money, and saying a few more words is just a waste of saliva.

"Oh, don't praise him. He's still young. We need to keep an eye on him at home. Otherwise, we'll be worried."

Yi Zhonghai was happy in his heart but still modest in his words. He said nothing about Yi Ping'an's behavior. As for the ways of the world, the child did a good job, but his hands were a little loose. It was probably because no one taught him. He would teach him slowly in the future.

Yi Ping'an thought that maybe he had a brain seizure, or maybe seeing Yan Bugui lighting the cigarette had touched a nerve in him, but since the thing was given to him, he would just have to be more careful next time.

He has plenty of these things in his space, and he can get as many as he wants in as many processing workshops as he wants. It's not that he feels bad about it, but he is afraid of the trouble in the future.

The father and son walked towards the yard, "Old Yan, we'll be back first. You should also go to bed early."

"Well, go back. I'll lock the door and go back." Yan Bugui said as he closed and locked the door.

Most of the residents in the courtyard had gone to bed, and I didn't know if they were asleep or not, and the lights were off. Only the lights in the Yi family in the middle courtyard were still on. Having a light lit for you made both of them feel warm in their hearts.

After locking the car quietly and entering the house, Yang Cuiyun stood up immediately when she saw the father and son coming back. "You two are back? Why are you here so late? The road here is not safe, you two better be careful."

As he said this, he took out the dishes that were placed in a basin on the table and heated them up before eating again; they were a little cold.

"We can't help it. Ping An has a new project, and we don't trust others to do it, so we have to do it ourselves. Our director has also stayed to work overtime, so we'll probably have to work overtime for a few more days. Don't worry, we'll be careful." Yi Zhonghai spoke softly while washing his hands and face.

"You should also take care of your health and don't overwork yourself." Yang Cuiyun didn't know what the project was, she was just worried about the father and son.

After washing their hands, the father and son started eating. They were indeed very hungry. After finishing their meal with a grin, they prepared to wash their feet and go to bed.

Yi Ping'an returned to his room, closed the curtains, entered the space, took a shower, came out, and went to bed.

Front Yard Yan Family

When Yan Bugui returned home, his wife Yang Ruihua had already coaxed Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi to sleep. Yan Jiefang, who was already 5 years old, slept with Yan Jiecheng.

"Are you back? Why so late?" Yang Ruihua said softly.

"The old Yi and his father just came back from the Central Court." Yan Bugui said, and took out a box of Daqianmen from his pocket and showed it to Yang Ruihua, "Did you see it? These two were given by the old Yi, and this whole box was given by his son. I made a profit tonight."

"Why did he give you so much? He's so generous." Yang Ruihua also thought it was good.

"He is really generous, but it also shows that he is not short of money, do you understand? In the future, let Jie Cheng interact more with Yi Ping'an. They are the same age and can play together. It will definitely be beneficial in the future." Yan Bugui said.

"Well, I will definitely talk to Jie Cheng tomorrow. Maybe by spending more time with him, his academic performance can be improved. As the saying goes, you are what you eat, right?" Yang Ruihua agreed with the head of the family.

Yan Bugui rolled his eyes at her after hearing this and said, "It's called 'the closer you are to the red, the redder you are.'"

"Yes, that's it." Yang Ruihua was not annoyed. She was lucky enough to remember two words. There were many illiterate people in the hospital.

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The next day, he was woken up again. Yi Pingan wondered, is this considered an alarm clock? He got up thinking about it, practiced martial arts and took a shower as usual, and went to the yard to wash up.

Today, he saw Qin Huairu washing clothes by the sink. Yi Ping'an thought that this would be a famous scene that he would often see in the future.

After greeting everyone one by one, he started to get water to brush his teeth and wash up.

"Brother Ping'an, are you used to living in the courtyard?" Qin Huairu suddenly spoke to Yi Ping'an.

Yi Ping'an was stunned for a moment. Why did this Bai Lianhua take the initiative to talk to him?

"Get used to it. What's there to be uncomfortable about in your own home?" Yi Ping'an said as he started brushing his teeth, thinking, "You can't talk to me anymore while I'm brushing my teeth, right?"

Unfortunately, Yi Ping'an underestimated Bai Lianhua's thick skin.

"Brother Ping An is really amazing. He is an engineer at such a young age. I heard that his salary is over one million. If my son Bang Geng can be half as capable as his uncle Ping An in the future, I will wake up laughing in my dreams." Bai Lianhua continued.

Fuck (a plant), what does this white lotus mean? Just your family's Bang Geng? It's really a dream. Yi Ping'an brushed his teeth and ignored her.

However, some people nearby who didn't know what was going on exclaimed in surprise.

"More than a million? Damn, can we spend all of this?"

"That's a lot. It's enough for eating meat every day."

.........

As the crowd discussed, they looked at Yi Ping'an, and the first thing they thought of was, why not introduce a relative to him? If this worked out, even if there was a leak in the gap between their fingers, it would be enough for their family to eat.

I didn’t even think about Yi Ping’an’s age, nor did I think about whether Yi Ping’an would be interested in me.

Yi Pingan felt that the look behind him could pierce a hole in him. Damn, you old ladies, what are you looking at? I am not someone you can covet.

Thinking in his mind, he didn't look panicked at all, and washed steadily. After he was done, he carried the basin back to the house.

Qin Huairu was almost furious when she saw Yi Ping'an return to the room. She realized that Yi Ping'an ignored her not because of shyness like the silly Xu Damao, but because of disdain, which was why she was furious.

Thinking back to the time she got married into the courtyard, no matter whether they were big men or small, their eyes lit up when they saw her. Only Yi Ping'an, after he came into the courtyard yesterday and saw her, he just glanced at her and nothing happened.

He is really a boy who hasn't even fully grown his hair yet. He has no sense of romance and makes her so angry.

Yi Pingan was also confused when he returned to the house. What on earth did this Bai Lianhua want to do? Did he fall for me? No way? I was still a child. How dare you, an old cow, eat young grass? How shameless.

After Yi Ping'an finished packing, he said hello to Yang Cuiyun who lived next door, said he was going out for a walk, and then went out.

I greeted everyone along the way and went to the toilet. I really didn't want to go to the public toilet. Nowadays, only those who use the dry toilets know where they are. But if you never go, wouldn't that give people something to hold against you?

I came to the corner gate of my own yard, unlocked it, and walked in. I saw the yard already full of materials. I took a look around, but there was really nothing to see.

I also thought about what the fan fiction said, that there are usually things underground in old courtyards like this. I used my mental power to look around and found that there really was something there. The fan fiction really didn't lie to me.

There was a small wooden box buried under the rockery. I took it into the space and put it in the west wing of the courtyard. I didn't find anything else, so I locked the door and went back.

He returned to his room, entered the space and opened the small wooden box. Inside was a complete set of jade jewelry, about dozens of pieces, and thirty small yellow croakers were stacked at the bottom. Yi Ping'an didn't know what jade was, but he could feel it by touch. It was a good thing, so he kept it.

It's another happy day, I even forgot about the white lotus in the morning.

"Ping'an, stay away from the daughter-in-law of the Jia family in the future. It has a bad influence." Yang Cuiyun suddenly said this while having breakfast.

Yi Zhonghai raised his head and looked at Yang Cuiyun, then looked at Yi Ping'an, and said, "Listen to your aunt."

"I know. If she doesn't talk to me, I haven't talked to her." Yi Ping'an looked at the couple's reactions.

I thought to myself: It's really amazing! This couple must have seen through everyone in the courtyard. It turns out that we can't look down on anyone.

He thought of the deaf old lady again and felt that he should ask his father what was wrong with this old lady and how to get along with her.