Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

When the father and son got off work in the evening and just entered the yard, they saw Yan Bugui in the gatehouse, fiddling with a flowerpot, as if he was going to plant something.

As soon as the old man saw the father and son coming back, he rushed over in a flash, so nimble, and looked at them with shining eyes.

Yi Pingan almost laughed out loud, and despite the effort, he greeted him: "Teacher Yan, are you working?"

He knew what this guy was going to say.

Yan Bugui said to Yi Ping'an, "Ping'an, congratulations, you have become a deputy section chief. This is the first cadre in our hospital to do so."

He turned around and said to Yi Zhonghai: "Old Yi, congratulations, I really envy you for having such a good son. Ping An is only a little boy, but he has become an official. You can just wait to enjoy the good life in the future.

"Old Yi, your son Ping An has become an official. Don't you want to celebrate? Everyone wants to share in Ping An's happiness. This child has such a promising future!"

The father and son first expressed their gratitude. No matter what, the other party came to congratulate them, so they still had to thank them.

Yan Bugui is indeed a teacher, and what he said was really nice. Even if he was scheming, who wouldn't want to hear nice words?

This is probably the reason why Yan Bugui was able to get some small bargains. In fact, in modern times, isn’t it the same principle for salespeople? If you want to get money out of people’s pockets, don’t you have to say nice things?

Life, being born and living, is not easy for anyone!

"Old Yan, it's too late today. Let's do it tomorrow. I'll buy some candies and melon seeds and distribute them to the people in the courtyard. I'll set up a table in my room tonight to celebrate Ping An. It's the same old custom. I'll invite the elderly people in the courtyard to have a meal. You have to come."

"Oh, no problem, no problem, Lao Yi, be fair!" Yan Bugui's face was wrinkled with laughter.

"Teacher Yan, what are you going to plant?" Yi Ping'an watched Yan Bugui fiddling with the flowerpot. Could it be that he wanted to plant flowers?

"Well, I just want to plant some green onions. When I eat chopped green onions, it will be fresh, right?"

Yan Bugui actually has a bit of the arrogance of a scholar. He wants to take advantage but he won't say it explicitly. If you can understand, then he makes the profit. If you don't understand or pretend not to understand, he doesn't care. But he won't ask for it explicitly.

He always felt that he was different from the rough guys in the courtyard, that he was a cultured person. If he hadn't been bent by the pressure of life, he really wouldn't have been able to lose face like this.

"That's a good idea. I'll plant some when I get back. I grow potatoes, cabbages, and radishes every day. It's not bad to change the taste occasionally."

Yi Ping'an really didn't expect this, mainly because he had everything in his space, but he didn't expect that there was no greenhouse at this time, so it was not easy to eat some leafy vegetables.

"Hahaha, peace is smart. In life, if you have enough food and clothes, you will be poor. If you don't plan well, you will be poor. You young people should learn from this."

Yan Bugui shook his head and said proudly.

Yi Ping'an had nothing to do today, so he thought about arguing with this old man. Who wasn't a argumentative person in the past?

"Teacher Yan, what you said is not wrong. But I have a different opinion. I wonder if Teacher Yan could listen to me?" Yi Ping'an said.

It was rare for Yi Zhonghai to see his son being so childish, and he found it quite interesting, so he didn't stop him and just started listening.

"I'd like to hear the details." This is a debate, so Yan Bugui is not afraid. You're just a kid, and you want to go to heaven just because you read a few more books?

"Please listen, Mr. Yan. First of all, it is true that the lives of ordinary people like us cannot be compared with those dignitaries.

The seven necessities of life are firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. If you don't plan carefully, you will be starving.

So, this calculation is correct, we have to live.

What I want to say is that you are wrong. You think there are many kinds of calculations. What is calculation?

On the battlefield, the enemy and we are scheming against each other. Is that a scheming?

Is it a conspiracy when political enemies plot against each other in the court?

You may say that is too far from us, so let me tell you something close.

For example, Teacher Yan, if you want to live a better life, how can you do it?

Of course, it’s a wage increase. So how can wages be increased?

First of all, you should actively participate in school activities and let your leaders know you.

Secondly, work hard to improve yourself, such as upgrading your grade. You teachers also have grades, right?

If you get promoted to a higher level, will your salary increase? You can’t just ask students to work hard, the same goes for teachers.

Secondly, it is about results. A teacher is someone who imparts knowledge and resolves doubts.

If your students perform better than other students in exams, will the school leaders notice it?

If he sees this, will he take you seriously?

If they value you, will they promote you?

If you are promoted, does that mean you will become a leader?

Will my salary increase if I become a leader?

Teacher Yan, do you think this is a plot?"

After Yi Pingan finished speaking, Yan Bugui didn't come back to his senses, which showed that he had taken his words to heart. Yi Pingan really didn't want to deal with him every day before going home from get off work. It would be really tiring.

When Yi Ping'an was talking to Yan Bugui, a large group of people had already gathered around. It was the first time for them to hear about this. Could this be called a plot?

But I have to say that what Yi Ping'an said makes sense. If this is the calculation, they also want it.

If others can figure it out, Yan Bugui can definitely figure it out too. He just can't believe that his ideas would be overturned just like that.

"Ping An, is this what you call calculation?"

"Isn't that called calculation? Are you going to think of a countermeasure? Are you going to take action? Are you going to spy on the other party's actions? Are you thinking about how to stand out from the crowd?

How can we not take these into account?"

Yi Ping'an's series of rhetorical questions confused Yan Buguigan. In fact, modern people can tell at a glance that this is just empty talk, but he didn't know it at that time.

Okay, it’s quite cold. I won’t talk to him anymore. It’s time to go home.

"So, Mr. Yan, your vision is too narrow. Don't focus on small things. You need to be open-minded. Our goal is the stars and the sea."

Yi Ping'an walked towards the yard after saying this. It was so cold that Yi Ping'an felt that he was sick. Why was he telling him all this in such a cold day? He was just too bored.

Yi Zhonghai watched his son leave, then looked at Yan Bugui's thoughtful expression and wanted to laugh. You have been quibbling with me every day, and this time my son told you that I was confused. You deserve it!

Then he pushed the cart home.

The people around him left one after another, and only Yan Bugui himself was doubting his life.

Was he really wrong? Were all his previous thoughts and actions shortsighted?

Yes, that's short-sighted. Alas, he is no better than a child at his age, no wonder he can be a leader? It's really different.

When Yi Ping'an returned home, the meal was ready. When Yang Cuiyun saw Yi Ping'an coming back, she smiled with sparkling eyes.

"Ping'an, you are amazing. You left Teacher Yan speechless. You really deserve to be a college student." He said while giving a thumbs up.

"Ah? Auntie, you're out too?"

"Well, seeing that you and your son hadn't come back yet, I went out to take a look. I happened to see you talking to Yan Bugui, so I listened for a while. Seeing that you didn't want to stay there, I went home first."

"That's right. Now that I think about it, I was just free. It was so cold, why should I tell him this?" Yi Ping'an regretted it as he thought about it.

"That's different. You performed very well today." Yi Zhonghai came back and disagreed with Yi Ping'an's statement: "Ping'an, you don't know that Yan Bugui has always regarded himself as a cultured person. In his eyes, we are all rough and uncultured. Even though he doesn't admit it, he looks down on us in his heart.

But you taught him a lesson today. From now on, he won’t dare to show off, at least not in front of you.

Besides, Dad thinks what you said is quite right, how reasonable is it? Yan Bugui is short-sighted, and he only knows how to take advantage of small things every day."

Yi Pingan felt that his father was almost becoming his crazy fan, "Dad, he has no choice, one person earns but six people spend. If he hadn't been bent by the pressure of life, he wouldn't be like this.

At least he never took the initiative to extend his hand. If you give, he will take it. If you don't give, he won't turn his face away. Besides, who doesn't like to hear nice words? To put it bluntly, it's all because of poverty."

Yi Zhonghai sighed and said, "I didn't expect you to think of this. Ping An, I am content to have a son like you.

But you are too soft-hearted. This is your strength and also your weakness. Some people are good at taking advantage of others' softness to achieve their goals.

You have to know that some people can be helped, but some people are not worth it. Dad is afraid that you will suffer. "

Yi Ping'an: I think you are talking about Bai Lianhua, but I have no evidence.

After dinner, Yi Pingan told his father that he would not go to work tomorrow and would be on a business trip next week. Both of them were reluctant to let him go. He would be gone for a week and they didn't know if he would be able to eat well. What if he got cold in such a cold weather? But they also knew that this was a mission and they had to go.

Yi Pingan was touched, but he still comforted them: "Don't worry, I'm a technician, not a workshop worker. I can just talk, and there are others who can do the hands-on work.

I don't have to worry about food. When people come to our factory, they eat in the small canteen. If I go to their place, will they let me eat in the big canteen? I also live in a guesthouse.

Besides, they asked us to help, not us, so they will take good care of me. Don't worry.

By the way, I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, so I’ll go shopping. Didn’t dad say he would treat us to dinner tomorrow night?

Just tell me what you want to buy."

"Let Chef Zhuzi decide on the ingredients with him and ask him to make a list for you. Buy more sugar, and the workshop will also have to share some of it, about three pounds. If you buy that kind of sugar cubes, each family will get two pieces, and each person in the workshop will also get two pieces.

You can buy more melon seeds, and as for cigarettes, buy economic cigarettes or Dashengchan, which are cheaper. Don't buy Daqianmen, which are too expensive. Even though you have a high salary, you can't spend it like this. You still have to save some, and you can buy the rest as you see fit.

You go there by bike tomorrow."

After agreeing on tomorrow's affairs, the old couple were about to go back. Yi Ping'an also came out. He wanted to decide the menu with Sha Zhu tonight so that he could choose it in the space in the evening and go out for a walk tomorrow.

I have been in Beijing for a year and a half, but I still haven't been able to change. It brings tears to my eyes if I talk too much.