Siheyuan: How the Little People Live

After Qin Huairu left, Ye Wenwu quickly closed the door. He didn't want to be bothered by the people in the compound. He hadn't even made dinner yet, so how could he have the time to argue with them?

Dinner was simple, with some fried shredded potatoes, an egg soup, and a bowl of mixed grain rice. I enjoyed it all by myself.

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No. 95 Siheyuan, Middle Courtyard,

The two rooms on the south side of the east wing are the home of Yi Zhonghai, the steward.

The room on the north is the residence of He Yushui from the He family.

An old man named Yi Zhonghai was sitting on a chair, holding a small wine glass in his hand and humming a little tune.

What is he so happy about?

You should know that in Courtyard No. 95, he is not only an eighth-level fitter at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill with a monthly salary of 99 yuan, but also the manager of the entire courtyard.

Although the couple had no children, they recognized Jia Dongxu from the Jia family as their godson, so there would be someone to take care of them in the future, and the most important thing was that they didn't need to raise him.

Then the greatest pleasure is to manage the Siheyuan, but this is also his worry. After all, he is an eighth-level fitter, but he can't even become a team leader in a workshop. Naturally, he hopes to act arrogantly in the Siheyuan.

Unfortunately, the Ye family in the front yard had become enemies with the Jia family at some point in time. In addition, the Ye family had two working parents with high salaries, so they had no worries about food and clothing, so naturally they had less respect for him as a big shot.

It was a pity that the Ye family couple died in an accident in the steel mill. Then, who in the entire courtyard would dare to go against him? Wouldn’t this become his world?

The key thing is that the pension and work targets given to the Ye family by the factory are now in his hands. As for the stupid son of the Ye family, in his opinion, all these things will belong to him if he just fools around with them.

"dong dong dong"

"Old Yi, open the door, it's me, Yan Bugui!"

The shouting outside the door made Yi Zhonghai frown, but he seemed to relax again as if he thought of something.

"Zhong Hai, I'll go open the door. It seems like the third uncle is calling outside the door!"

The aunt looked at her husband Yi Zhonghai's expression before putting down her bowl and chopsticks and getting up to open the door.

"Third Uncle"

The third uncle Yan Bugui nodded, and his eyes widened when he saw the food and wine on the table. Who would dare to do this? Only Yi Zhonghai, who only earns 99 yuan a month, dared to do this. After all, he didn't have a son to support.

"Old Yan, what do you want from me at this hour? Would you like to drink something?"

Uncle Yi Zhonghai pretended to be polite, but he didn't expect Uncle Yan Bugui to climb up the pole and sit on the seat. He said:

"Auntie, could you please add a set of bowls and chopsticks? Lao Yi and I want to have a few drinks."

"Oh, okay."

A trace of disgust flashed across the eyes of uncle Yi Zhonghai, but he still pretended to be polite and took the new wine glass handed over by the aunt and filled it up.

"Old Yan, I didn't expect you to come over tonight, otherwise we would have asked Fengying to make more. It's a pity that she only made enough for two people, otherwise we could have chatted while eating."

What he meant was, our family has only cooked enough for two people tonight, and if you come to eat, then my wife Fengying will have nothing to eat. If you have anything to say, just tell us quickly, and we won't be in any trouble if we have a few drinks.

After all, women generally don't sit at the table when there are outsiders around, so the aunt sat in the kitchen with her own bowl and chopsticks.

Unfortunately, his words were like talking to a cow. If it were someone else, they might have some consideration for their face. However, the third uncle Yan Bugui's motto was "You can have enough food and drink without being poor, but you will be poor if you fail to plan well."

The pickles at home are divided by the root, and the peanuts are also divided by the grain. If the amount of rice and noodles was not too large to be divided by the grain, I probably wouldn't have escaped it.

The third uncle Yan Diaogui first took five or six bites of food, then took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, before he put down his glass and slumped comfortably in his chair.

"Old Yi, the work quota and pension of the Ye family in the front yard are in your hands, right?"

Uncle Yi Zhonghai was a little confused. What did this have to do with Yan Bugui? Could it be that he was also interested in this? But he still answered: "It's in my hands. What's wrong, Old Yan?"

"Then Old Yi, when are you going to give this to the Ye family? After all, Ye Wenwu was too sad at the time, and now he has settled down. What do you think?"

Although Yan Bugui did not explain it clearly, both of them understood his meaning.

"Old Yan, this is meaningless. Although I have some grievances with the Ye family, it is also because of the Jia family, but now that the person is gone, there is no grievance. As the head of the compound, I, Yi Zhonghai, will not take this little money seriously."

Uncle Yi Zhonghai slammed the table and said righteously. But he already had some doubts in his heart. With Yan Bugui's character, he would not interfere in this matter, unless there was some interest involved, or it was the work of the kid from the Ye family.

"Old Yan, don't worry. As long as the kid from the Ye family asks for it, I will definitely give it to him. But you know his character. I can't just give him everything. I will give him the other half when he gets married and starts a family. This is also for his own good, so that he doesn't have to waste all these things by himself."

Uncle Yi Zhonghai interrupted Yan Bugui's next words directly, with the attitude of an elder caring for the younger generation.

The initiative of this matter must be in his hands, and he has also made it clear that it is not that he will not give it, but that he will definitely give it once he gets on the right track in the future.

Yan Bugui thought about it for a while and felt that this was a solution. Although the conversations in the evening made him look at Ye Wenwu with a new respect, who knew whether it was true or not? If Yi Zhonghai gave all his things to Ye Wenwu and Ye Wenwu squandered them, although others would not say anything, they would always point fingers at him, and he would feel bad about it.

But things were indeed not done, and Yan Bugui suddenly lost the mood to eat, and didn't know how to tell Ye Wenwu, as he had promised at that time that he could solve the problem.

Seeing Yan Bugui's departing back, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of Uncle Yi Zhonghai.

Jia Zhang came to see him midnight yesterday and said that Baocheng had sent a letter asking for a work target, and that she could not fall out with Baocheng under any circumstances. It just so happened that the Ye family incident came up, giving him an opportunity.

The Ye family is the only family now, so they don't need two work indicators at all. The other one is promised to Ye Wenwu after he gets married and has children. Then, this work indicator can be given to Baocheng.

As for the compound, that kid can't make any waves by himself. If Yi Zhonghai can't even control a young boy like Ye Wenwu, there's no need for him to stay in the courtyard anymore.

Thinking of this, Uncle Yi Zhonghai looked at Auntie with a much gloomier look, and he lost his appetite for the sumptuous dinner on the table.