Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

in the afternoon.

The neighbors have all gotten off work and the children have finished school. The courtyard suddenly becomes noisy. Every household starts cooking, smoke rises up, and the children gather together to play.

Zhang Zhiqiang was curious why the furniture had not been delivered yet, but he was not in a hurry. He lit a fire and cooked a bowl of noodles for himself.

forecourt.

"Old Yan, come here."

The third aunt quietly pulled the third uncle Yan Bugui aside.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Yan Bugui pushed his glasses and asked softly.

"You know, Zhang Zhiqiang is back."

"Come back if you want, what does it have to do with us?"

Yan Bugui replied nonchalantly.

"You don't know, he brought back a lot of food, rice, flour, oil, meat. I secretly looked and saw that the flour was all refined white flour, which is very expensive. I wanted to help him but he refused. And the meat, it must be four or five pounds, how can I eat it all by myself!"

The third aunt said it quietly, fearing that others might hear it.

Yan Bugui understood as soon as he heard it. There was an advantage in Zhang Zhiqiang's family that he could take advantage of, but his wife didn't get it, so he let himself try.

"I do need to go and see him after he is discharged from the hospital. Wait for me to go to the backyard and talk to this kid."

Yan Bugui immediately stood up and prepared to go to the backyard. When it comes to taking advantage of others, it is better to act early than late. If you delay, you might lose everything.

"Is anyone here? Does Zhang Zhiqiang live in this courtyard?"

Just as Yan Bugui was about to leave, a middle-aged man at the door wiped the sweat from his head and asked loudly.

"Zhang Zhiqiang is in the backyard. What do you want from him?"

As the uncle in the front yard, Yan Bugui is the one who usually receives outsiders.

"Well, he bought a batch of furniture from our trust store, and we are delivering it here."

The man pointed at the furniture in the car behind him and said.

"Wow, so many?"

Yan Bugui was stunned when he saw the whole truckload of furniture at the back. He wished they were all his own.

"Come on, come on, I've always thought Zhiqiang is a good kid, I'll take you to find him."

Yan Bugui enthusiastically took the middle-aged man to the backyard.

"Qiangzi, Qiangzi, come out quickly, the furniture you bought has arrived."

As soon as he arrived at the backyard, Yan Bugui shouted loudly, which immediately attracted most of the people in the backyard, and they all suspected that they had heard it wrongly.

Zhang Zhiqiang? Is he back? What furniture did he buy?

Everyone looked at each other, bewildered.

Zhang Zhiqiang obviously heard it as well. He put down the noodles he was rolling and walked out.

"Haha, Qiangzi, this comrade is here to deliver furniture to you."

As soon as Zhang Zhiqiang went out, Yan Bugui immediately introduced everything to Zhang Zhiqiang enthusiastically, his eyes constantly looking at the old furniture placed at the door of Zhang Zhiqiang's house.

"Hello, comrade. This is the furniture you bought. Our shopkeeper specifically told me to be careful along the way. It didn't get bumped at all."

The middle-aged man took Zhang Zhiqiang to look at furniture.

Zhang Zhiqiang checked the goods carefully and found no problems. It seemed that he was very careful along the way.

He immediately took out a pack of Daqianmen from his pocket, gave one to each of the guys, and then took out one and lit it for himself.

Yan Bugui naturally didn't have any, even though he had coughed violently several times.

"Thank you for your hard work, comrades. I can't put all this furniture in by myself. Can you please help me carry it into the house?"

Zhang Zhiqiang spoke to the middle-aged man who was leading the group in embarrassment.

The man saw that Zhang Zhiqiang was giving out cigarettes and speaking nicely.

Besides, anyone who can afford so much furniture must be no ordinary person.

"Look at what you said, comrade. This is all as it should be. Everyone, help move the furniture in."

"it is good."

The middle-aged man greeted them and the guys responded. It was not a big deal. It was not the first time they helped someone move furniture into the house, and they also smoked the other person's cigarette.

Zhang Zhiqiang was not idle either, he helped everyone move the things. Yan Bugui wanted to go forward to help many times, but was blocked by Zhang Zhiqiang "unintentionally".

Who dares to ask this old Yan for help? He then says he helped you and so on, and takes advantage of you with a clear conscience.

“This furniture looks really nice.”

"That's right. Look at that bed. I can't even imagine how comfortable it would be to lie on it."

"Yes, it's so big, look at it, it's enough for three or four people to sleep."

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The neighbors in the backyard whispered and looked at Zhang Zhiqiang enviously as he moved furniture home one trip at a time.

The furniture was moved up quite quickly and it was all done in a short while. Zhang Zhiqiang smoked a few cigarettes and the middle-aged man went back with his men.

"What happened?"

The second uncle Liu Haizhong came over with a big belly and asked. He was fat. He was a seventh-level blacksmith, and he couldn't do the blacksmith job if he was too thin.

Everyone was talking to Liu Haizhong about Zhang Zhiqiang buying furniture.

Liu Haizhong frowned after hearing this. Where did Zhang Zhiqiang get the money to buy furniture? Maybe he had done something illegal. He must take care of this.

The second uncle Liu Haizhong has great ambitions and has always wanted to be a leader, but he has no ability and can only satisfy his desire to be a leader in the hospital.

"Zhang Zhiqiang, did you buy furniture?"

Liu Haizhong spoke in a questioning tone from the beginning.

"Well, what's the problem, Uncle?"

Zhang Zhiqiang felt very uncomfortable being asked in this tone.

Liu Haizhong looked into the room.

"Wow! Huanghuali wood? It's the same as what I use at home. Where did the money come from? Was it stolen or robbed? How can it be the same grade as what I use?"

Liu Haizhong asked again.

In fact, there is only one stool in his house made of rosewood, which is said to be made of several leftover boards. He usually doesn't dare to sit on it, for fear that he will break it.

"Uncle, look at what you said. After all, I graduated from junior high school. I know the principle of returning the money I found. This money is mine."

Zhang Zhiqiang answered honestly that this was definitely what the neighbors wanted to ask, and there was nothing wrong with answering it.

"Haha, it's not that I look down on you, but you are a level 4 fitter. How can you afford such good furniture? I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise you might be reported one day."

Liu Haizhong spoke in an official tone, as if persuading Zhang Zhiqiang to mend his ways.

"Speaking of the source of the money, I have to thank the uncle."

Zhang Zhiqiang said with a smile: "The eldest uncle is the leader of the courtyard, and he is one of the eighth-level fitters in the steel mill. He earns 99 yuan a month."

"With just him and an old lady, they can never spend all the money. Isn't it easy to help the neighbors buy a set of furniture?"

Liu Haizhong frowned when he heard Zhang Zhiqiang say this.

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, go ask yourself! If anyone in the courtyard has a problem and doesn't ask the old man, I don't believe he won't admit it."

Zhang Zhiqiang spread his hands and said helplessly.

Unexpectedly, this brainless guy Liu Haizhong actually turned around and walked towards the central courtyard. Seeing this, everyone followed him, wanting to see what was going on.

Only Yan Bugui was left in the backyard, and it seemed that he wanted to say something to Zhang Zhiqiang.