Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

As the disaster worsened, life became increasingly difficult and the Yi family had to save money. You can't let people see that you don't lack food.

Some of the residents in the courtyard are running out of food. Now food is not available either in the pigeon market or the black market. There are people sneaking out every night, and some even go out in groups spontaneously. The world is becoming more and more unstable, and there are more and more robbers. Just because you can buy something doesn't mean you can bring it back.

"Uncle, what should we do? We are running out of food at home and the children are crying from hunger."

"Uncle, please think of a solution."

"Uncle, please, you have a lot of connections, see if you can get us some food."

"Master..."

Yi Ping'an came home late that day because of overtime work. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw that everyone in the yard had gathered at his door. They were all running out of food, and the three old men were surrounded in the middle.

The three of them had no choice. Yi Zhonghai knew his son could get food, but could he tell him? He had experienced famine and knew what it was like when people were desperately hungry. Even cannibalism was not impossible.

The second uncle Liu Haizhong is a man without any ideas. As for Yan Bugui, he hopes that Yi Zhonghai can find a solution, as his family is almost out of food.

Yi Ping'an did not dare to stay. He turned around and went out while no one was paying attention. He entered the courtyard from the corner door, as he was afraid of being blocked by others. As a person from later generations, he had never been hungry, but he also knew that human nature could not be tested. However, he could not bear to watch these people starve.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet. So, you go back first, and the three of us will discuss it. After we come to a conclusion, we will hold a meeting of the whole hospital. Don't worry, there will definitely be a way. We will not watch you starve to death. Everyone go back first, and let the three of us discuss it."

After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, the crowd, though unwilling, slowly dispersed. Although Yi Zhonghai, the great uncle, was only in charge of the middle courtyard, his prestige in the front and back courtyards was still very high.

All three uncles entered the Yi family.

"Old Yi, do you have any solution?" Yan Bugui spoke first. His family was the most short of food among the three families.

"Yes, Lao Yi, just tell us, we will all listen to you." Liu Haizhong also said this. He had no choice anyway, as his family did not have much food.

"Alas, there's nothing I can do. There's a shortage of food everywhere now!" Yi Zhonghai also sighed. He really didn't want to implicate his son.

"Old Yi, why don't you ask Ping An? After all, he is a leader?" Yan Bugui's tone already sounded like begging. He really had no other choice. He only had one meal a day, and his family had the largest number of people among the three families.

Liu Haizhong didn't say anything this time, but he stared at Yi Zhonghai closely.

"How about this, tonight we will organize the people in the hospital to go to the pigeon market in groups. One old man will lead a team and go to different pigeon markets respectively. If there is food, no matter how much the price is, just buy it back first." Yi Zhonghai thought of a solution which was not a solution.

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui saw that there was no good solution, so they had to go back.

"Boss, you don't want to..." Auntie looked at Yi Zhonghai worriedly. She knew that the boss had no way, but she knew that her son would definitely have a way, so she was afraid of implicating her son.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't involve Ping An." Yi Zhonghai would never put his son in danger.

Yi Ping'an knew everything that happened in the Central Courtyard, and he was in a dilemma. Yi Ping'an looked around the families in the yard. Except for his family, that is, Liu Haizhong's family, they still had dozens of kilograms of grain in stock. For other families, they were lucky if they had a few kilograms of corn flour. Many families had no food left.

Yi Ping'an sighed and went to the middle courtyard.

The dinner was very depressing. Yi Zhonghai and his wife didn't say anything, which made Yi Ping'an even more uncomfortable. He understood what they meant, but he still softened his heart.

"Dad, what are you going to do tonight? There is no food in Pigeon Market right now, so it would be a waste of time to go there." Yi Ping'an has been going to Pigeon Market frequently in the past few days, and he brings a pumpkin every time. He just wants to see how high the prices have risen.

I have to say that the current prices are frighteningly high. The price of a pound of food coupons is as high as 4 yuan, not to mention food.

"How do you know? Have you been to Pigeon City?" When Yi Zhonghai heard his son's words, he knew that he must have been there.

"I've been there. My skills are pretty good. Don't worry, I'm just going to take a look." Yi Ping'an said.

"Oh, you must be careful, understand?" Yi Zhonghai sighed. He knew that his son had his own way and it would be impossible for him not to go out, but the world was really unsafe now.

"Dad, I can get some pumpkins, but not in large quantities. It's okay for each family to have two. But I won't show up. I'll put the things in a safe place, and you can take care of the rest." Yi Ping'an said in a low voice.

Yi Zhonghai looked at his son in surprise, "Are you safe? Are you in danger?"

"No, this method has been used for many years and is reliable." Yi Ping'an shook his head and said.

"Okay, you don't have to show up. Leave the rest to Dad. If anyone dares to make trouble, don't blame me for being rude." Yi Zhonghai's eyes flashed with ferocity.

"Then I'll go out first at night, and you go to the pigeon market near the Lama Temple. I'll wait for you in the sixth alley south of there. When you get there, throw two stones and I'll know you're here." Yi Ping'an decided on a place with his father.

"Okay, remember to cover it tightly." Yi Zhonghai instructed.

"Okay, I understand." Yi Ping'an agreed.

After dinner, Yi Ping'an heard that a meeting was held in the Central Courtyard. Yi Zhonghai divided the young and strong men in the courtyard into three groups, and three old men led each of them to a place. Yi Zhonghai chose the pigeon market in Yonghe Palace.

After nightfall, Yi Ping'an heard some noise in the yard. The large army had already come out and were ready to take action.

Yi Ping'an also went out of the courtyard from the corner gate. After a few jumps, he left them far behind. When he arrived at the place where he had agreed to meet with his father, he entered the space.

This alley is full of dilapidated courtyards. They were destroyed by bombings and have not been repaired. No one usually comes here, and it feels creepy. Yi Pingan discovered this when he was searching, so he chose this place.

Yi Ping'an selected forty-two pumpkins in the space, all of which were large pumpkins weighing nearly 20 kilograms each. Now in Dove City, pumpkins like these are sold at 10 yuan each and they are hard to come by.

Yi Ping'an thought about it and decided to take out 100 kilograms of corn flour, the kind that is processed together with the corn cobs. Alas, life is really hard these days.

At about twelve o'clock, Yi Ping'an heard someone coming. He used his mental power to scan and saw that it was his father and his group. They were pulling two carts. Most of these people were from the Central Courtyard.

Then he saw his father raised his hand and waved, the team stopped and hid at the wall. His father came over quietly and threw two stones into the alley. Yi Ping'an also threw out two, and then his father entered the alley.

Yi Ping'an put out the pumpkins and food he had prepared and placed them against the wall. Seeing his father coming over, he pointed at the pile of things. His father nodded, and the father and son didn't say a word the whole time.

Yi Ping'an jumped over the wall and left. In fact, he was hiding in the dark. He was worried if he didn't keep an eye on so much food, as it could be fatal.

Yi Zhonghai felt relieved after watching his son leave. He went out and waved to the people outside. When they entered the alley and saw the food, they started loading it into the truck without saying a word. People nowadays are not fools.

After loading, they hurried back, with two people in front leading the way, and two people in the back supporting them. There were also people guarding the car beside them, all holding iron rods and wooden sticks. Yi Ping'an saw that they were indeed not simple people who survived the war.

Yi Ping'an followed closely behind. There were some foolish people who wanted to snatch the things, but they were all knocked out by Yi Ping'an.

He returned to the courtyard safely. After watching the gate close, Yi Ping'an jumped back to the cross courtyard.

At this time, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui's teams had returned. They were a little excited to see the grains, but were stopped by Yi Zhonghai with a low shout. Yi Zhonghai had counted them when they were loading them. There were two pumpkins for each family. The cornmeal was not weighed, but he could tell by the feel that there were about 100 to 180 kilograms.

Yi Zhonghai shouted in a low voice: "There are two pumpkins in a family. They are about the same size. One pumpkin is 8 yuan. If you want one, give the money to Uncle San and let him divide the pumpkins. Lao Liu will weigh the corn flour and divide it equally among the families. I don't want my share. It's 8 cents per pound. If you think it's too expensive, tell Lao Liu.

I'm going to make it clear about what happened tonight. If it gets out, don't come to me for any future matters in the courtyard. It's none of my business if you starve to death. The three uncles lined up in the end to divide the food, and no one was allowed to fight over it. Are you afraid that others won't know, right?"

When everyone heard this, they lined up quickly. This price was really not expensive. Don't compare it with the grain store. The price in the pigeon market is more than this. Sha Zhu helped Liu Haizhong weigh the grain, Liu Guangqi helped Yan Bugui divide the pumpkins, and Yi Zhonghai watched the whole scene and couldn't let them cause trouble.

Although there were many people, they were very quiet. Everyone had a scale in their heart. It depended on how they measured it. Everyone knew where the food came from. To be honest, we were all ordinary people. Don’t we know who had the ability? But if they didn’t say it, don’t ask. Just know it in your heart.

But from then on, Uncle Yi Zhonghai's prestige in the courtyard became even deeper, and no one dared to disobey him. Of course, Yi Zhonghai is now fair, as long as you don't mess with his son. That is his bottom line.