Siheyuan: All the birds want to die, I enjoy happiness

Yi Zhonghai hurriedly ran home with the fish, thinking that he would have a good meal tonight and finally wouldn't have to go hungry.

When he ran towards the central courtyard, Su Xingchen then saw Yi Zhonghai's sloppy appearance with a fish in his hand. "Wow, how did Yi Zhonghai become like this? It seems that he can't even eat. It seems that the old lady is dead. She has been a nanny for Yi Zhonghai every day and has to suffer his deceptions." Su Xingchen took a sip of tea and muttered to himself.

Yi Zhonghai was busy rushing home. He returned to the central yard, climbed over the snow pile, and walked towards home, digging deep pits one step at a time. "Damn it, if I wasn't so hungry that I had no strength, I would have shoveled all the snow flat for you! Just wait, you'll all be gone by the time I finish my meal." Yi Zhonghai complained as he climbed.

After much effort, Yi Zhonghai finally climbed into the house. He first put the fish in a bucket and added some water. He didn't care about what he had before, but now he had to eat freshly killed fish. Who would eat a fish that had been dead for a long time? After doing all this, Yi Zhonghai went out of the house again. Why didn't he go get some coal briquettes? Because he planned to get some coal briquettes from the deaf old lady's house for Yan Bugui. First, it was difficult to get the coal briquettes in his house out, and second, there were still a lot of coal briquettes left in the deaf old lady's house. They were all brought by Yi Zhonghai before his old lady passed away. If he didn't use them, it would be a waste. If the street office took back the house, it would be a huge loss. But what Yi Zhonghai didn't know was that the house had been transferred to Su Xingchen a long time ago. How could the street office take it back?

Yi Zhonghai pushed open the door of the deaf old lady and found a dustpan. He piled up more than ten pieces of dustpan and then walked towards Yan Bugui's house. "Knock, knock, knock, Old Yan! Open the door!"

"Hey, here I come." Yan Bugui heard Yi Zhonghai's voice and hurriedly opened the door.

"Old Yan, why are you still closed? Didn't we agree that I would come here to exchange for food?" Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but complain after Yan Bugui opened the door.

"Oh, aren't they afraid that the wind will blow the door open?" Yan Bugui said with an awkward smile, not knowing that it was because the two of them were weighing food for Yi Zhonghai inside. Although he would not weigh less, the food he gave was all food that had been stored in the house for a long time. Before, the third aunt mixed those with the new food, otherwise there would be a stale smell. It would be so embarrassing if Yi Zhonghai pushed the door and walked in.

"Oh, okay, okay, let me go in and put down the coal briquettes first." Yi Zhonghai said to Yan Bugui, waving the dustpan in his hand.

"Oh, that's not right, Old Yi. You have only about ten in here at most. We were talking about 40 coal briquettes." Yan Bugui glanced at Yi Zhonghai's dustpan and said.

"Hey, I told you that you, Old Yan, still don't trust me. This dustpan is only a small one, I have to be able to carry it all in one trip." Yi Zhonghai was a little unhappy when he heard this. Am I the kind of person who cheats on weight? I can afford a few coal briquettes.

"Old Yi, Old Yi, don't be angry, I'm just asking, how could I not trust you? Just give it to me and I'll arrange it. I won't trouble you. You just sit there and rest for a while." Hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, Yan Bugui hurriedly took the dustpan from his hand with a smile. He said that he didn't want to trouble Yi Zhonghai, but in fact he was afraid that Yi Zhonghai would give too little, so he had to count carefully how many there were here.

Yan Bugui placed the coal briquettes and whispered, "Two, four, six... thirteen." After counting, Yan Bugui took the dustpan and gave it back to Yi Zhonghai, "Old Yi, this is for you. I'm done. You can get more."

"Okay." Yi Zhonghai took the dustpan and walked to the deaf old lady's house in the middle courtyard, and then took another dustpan to Yan Bugui's house. In this way, Yi Zhonghai delivered and Yan Bugui counted, and it was over after three trips.

"Thirty-four, thirty-six...forty." Yan Bugui counted the coal briquettes and then handed the dustpan to Yi Zhonghai with a smile. "Old Yi, that's enough. I'll go get you some food." Yan Bugui turned around and went into the house to get food for Yi Zhonghai.

"Okay." Yi Zhonghai took the dustpan and nodded.

"My dear, have you divided the things?" Yan Bugui walked up to the third aunt and said.

"Okay, I'll take it to you. Don't forget to ask Yi Zhonghai to return the basin from our house later." Because the food that the third aunt distributed to Yi Zhonghai was put in a large basin at home, he had to return it.

"Okay, I get it. What else is there to say?" Yan Bugui walked out with two basins and handed them to Yi Zhonghai. "Old Yi, when you install these things in your house later, return my basins first."

"Okay, I'll go first then." With that, Yi Zhonghai carried the two basins and walked towards home. Now that he was in the middle courtyard, Yi Zhonghai didn't dare to go in like he did before. These were the food he had managed to get here, and it would be bad if they were knocked over. He simply put down the flour basin and carried the rice basin into the house. After returning home, he poured the rice into the rice jar and took the basin out.

Yi Zhonghai was actually very tired after all this operation, but there was no other way because he had to return Yan Bugui's basin. He took the basin of flour back home and poured it into the flour bag before he took the basin out again.

"Huff, huff, huff~" The tired Yi Zhonghai stood there breathing heavily, while He Yuzhu at home looked at Yi Zhonghai and couldn't help but complain: "Is this Uncle Yi bored? Not only did he not shovel the snow at the door, but he also dug a basin in and dug it out. If you don't know, you would think he has some kind of illness."

"What the hell? Yi Zhonghai was so hungry at noon today that he could hardly walk. He was still acting crazy after being given two steamed buns." Hearing what He Yuzhu said, He Daqing walked towards the window while complaining. "Damn it, he really has nothing to do. Is he exercising there? No, is Yi Zhonghai crazy? His wife ran away and he has no food to eat. He can't be driving himself crazy, right?"

"Ah? That shouldn't be the case. Wasn't he speaking quite normally today?" He Yuzhu said in surprise.

"Who knows? Don't worry about him. As I said before, just have less contact with him in the future." He Daqing shook his head and said to He Yuzhu.

"Okay, Dad. I'll turn around and tell the rain to stay away from him." He Yuzhu nodded and replied.

"Hey, Yu Shui knew to stay away from him without you telling her, and you dare to teach her?" He Daqing frowned and glared at He Yuzhu when he heard what He Yuzhu said.