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

"Third Master, is there anything else?"

Zhang Zhiqiang looked at Yan Bugui standing there and asked in a flat tone.

"Haha, it's nothing. Qiangzi, you are discharged from the hospital. Uncle San came to see you."

Yan Bugui rubbed his hands and found a lame excuse.

"Oh, now that we've finished, it's getting late and time to eat. Third uncle, please go back."

Zhang Zhiqiang said this and prepared to go back to the house.

"Hey, Qiangzi, wait a minute, the Third Uncle has something to discuss with you."

Yan Bugui spoke up quickly when he saw Zhang Zhiqiang was going home.

"what's up?"

Zhang Zhiqiang knew that something must be wrong with Yan Bugui. Maybe he saw that he bought a lot of things and was planning to make a move.

Otherwise, he has always been called Zhang Zhiqiang, why did he become Qiangzi today? Their two families have no connection at all.

"It's like this, Qiangzi, you know I have a big family. You see, these old furniture of yours are just taking up space here. Why not give them to Uncle Three?"

"Uncle, take these furniture back and everyone will praise you as a good person!"

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Zhiqiang expectantly. Who knows how his wife would praise him when he took these furniture back.

Zhang Zhiqiang laughed after hearing this. It sounds good, but he just wants to get something for free.

He always praises me everywhere, but who knows what he's saying behind my back, saying that I don't know how to live and am stupid. It's a good thing I didn't ask Yan Bugui for help just now.

"I'm sorry, Third Uncle, you're talking too late. I really can't agree to your request."

"I have already given away these furnitures. We should keep our word as human beings."

Zhang Zhiqiang smiled apologetically at Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui's eyes were dull for a moment, and he thought secretly in his heart that he couldn't tell whether Zhang Zhiqiang didn't want to give it to him and made up a lie, or he really gave the furniture away.

It can't be such a coincidence, right? The furniture was given away right after it was vacated? Can you, Zhang Zhiqiang, fly?

Yan Bugui felt that he still had to fight for it.

"Qiangzi, why did you give things to those outsiders? After all, our two families are neighbors in the front and back yards."

"There's an old saying that goes, 'A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor.' If there's any problem in the yard, don't you need the help of these neighbors?"

Yan Bugui's tone revealed blame, criticizing Zhang Zhiqiang for being ignorant and not thinking about the neighbors in the yard first when good things happened.

"Uncle, this furniture of mine is for ..."

"Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang."

Zhang Zhiqiang was interrupted before he could finish his words.

I saw a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties, smartly dressed and plump, walking in with several young people.

"Old Yan, you are here too."

The woman obviously knew Yan Bugui and walked over to greet him.

"Good afternoon, Director Zhou. Why didn't you tell me you were coming to our hospital today? I could have picked you up."

Yan Bugui greeted with a smile on his face. The visitor was Director Zhou from the Street Office, who was a full-time staff member. The uncles in the courtyard like him could only assist in management at most, and they still had to listen to the leaders of the Street Office on major matters.

Director Zhou can be said to be the direct supervisor of the uncle in the hospital.

"Haha, it's nothing. I came to our hospital mainly for something."

After Director Zhou finished speaking, he ignored Yan Bugui and turned to look at Zhang Zhiqiang.

He walked up and patted Zhang Zhiqiang on the shoulder.

"Well, you've finally grown up. You look really energetic."

"Hello, Director Zhou."

Zhang Zhiqiang was a little confused when facing Director Zhou. He had indeed met him in the morning, but this was only their second meeting.

"This kid, what's your name Director Zhou? I got along well with your mother back then, and I even held you in my arms. Have you forgotten?"

"Call me Auntie Zhou."

Director Zhou's tone revealed blame.

"Hello, Aunt Zhou. These are the things I plan to donate to the street office."

Zhang Zhiqiang was also a man who climbed up the ladder. Thinking back carefully, it seemed that he had such an experience. However, he was not sure about how good the relationship between his mother and Director Zhou was.

If someone shows goodwill to you and you don't respond, that would be really ignorant.

"Okay, on behalf of the Subdistrict Office, I would like to thank Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang for his donation, which has solved our urgent needs."

Director Zhou shook hands with Zhang Zhiqiang and said a few words of encouragement. He said that every household is having a hard time these days and things like donations need to be strongly promoted.

"Auntie Zhou, you are too polite. Everyone has a responsibility to build the country. Although I, Zhang Zhiqiang, have limited abilities, I also want to contribute to the construction of the motherland."

"well said."

Director Zhou took the lead in applauding and expressed high praise for Zhang Zhiqiang's ideological awareness.

Then he asked his colleagues behind him to move the furniture into the car.

Then they left with the furniture, and it was time for them to get off work by returning the furniture.

Before leaving, she told Zhang Zhiqiang that if he had any problems, he could go to the street office to find her.

As for Yan Bugui, he had already slipped away when the goods were being loaded. Staying would only bring disgrace upon himself.

If Zhang Zhiqiang had given it to other people, he could still say something about it, but since they donated it directly to the street office, that shows they are conscious and it is a good thing that deserves to be promoted. There is absolutely no reason to criticize it.

Middle Court.

"What is it?"

Yi Zhonghai was just about to eat when he heard knocks on the door. He put down his chopsticks, opened the door and asked.

"Uncle, do you know that Zhang Zhiqiang is back?"

No one spoke, so Liu Haizhong, the second uncle, had to ask on behalf of the neighbors.

"Oh, are you back today?"

Yi Zhonghai really didn't know about this, and he never heard the aunt mention it after he came back.

"Pretend, keep pretending. Didn't you buy him a set of furniture?"

Liu Haizhong said unhappily that he also wanted the Huanghuali wood furniture.

"What furniture, what are you talking about, Lao Liu?"

Yi Zhonghai was completely confused and didn't understand what Liu Haizhong wanted to say after talking for a long time.

"Zhang Zhiqiang just bought a set of furniture. It has 36 legs. He said that it was you, an old man, who helped him buy it."

"Why don't you come and ask what's going on?"

Yi Zhonghai finally understood and his face darkened instantly. Zhang Zhiqiang was really good at finding trouble. However, the problem had to be solved. If this one couldn't be solved well, he might need his help tomorrow.

Although I have a high salary, my living standard is not much higher than that of my neighbors on a daily basis. I am just afraid of things like this.

He has no children and has a high salary, so the older he gets, the more afraid he becomes.

To put it bluntly, if you don't have children, you will be considered a childless person, and in the eyes of the neighbors, you will be the best target for bloodsucking.

It's not like the whole family was wiped out before, so Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but be afraid.

"You all misunderstood. Didn't Zhuzi beat up Zhang Zhiqiang last time? This money is Zhuzi's compensation to Zhang Zhiqiang."

"Zhu Zi didn't have that much money, so I had to temporarily cover the cost. This emptied my savings."

Yi Zhonghai forced an explanation, but he didn't notice the changes in the neighbors' eyes.

This was the first time that everyone felt that Yi Zhonghai was not honest. He bought such a nice set of furniture, but it was obvious that he had lost a lot of money. If this was the case, they also wanted to be beaten to the hospital by Sha Zhu.

Besides, as Zhang Zhiqiang said, the monthly salary is less than 100 yuan. How can these two people spend it all? The savings look like a lot.

And what is Zhang Zhiqiang doing?

At this time, I was enjoying a bowl of shredded pork noodles, and after eating, I had to wipe the furniture carefully.