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

"Uncle, I like girls who are thinner and prettier, preferably with a city hukou."

"I'm sorry to trouble you to take care of this matter. The age difference of ten years is nothing."

Sha Zhu thought that he did not raise his own requirements last time, so this time he told Yi Zhonghai the standards he wanted.

"Okay, I'll pay more attention to you then."

Yi Zhonghai was speechless. Is it easy to meet Sha Zhu’s request?

It is definitely difficult to satisfy them. If this is the case, every house would have its doors broken down by customers, so how could it be Shazhu's turn?

Qin Huairu satisfied all requirements. Her household registration had been moved to the old city, and she was pretty. After all, Sha Zhu didn't say that he must have a virgin girl this time.

In the backyard, Zhang Zhiqiang and four others were working hard, and Ran Qiuye brought them some water from time to time.

After a while, the third uncle Yan Bugui came in, staggering with an enamel pot in his hand.

"Qiangzi, what do you need such a big bucket for?"

Yan Bugui stood in amazement at the big barrel made by Zhang Zhiqiang.

"It's okay, just do it for fun."

Zhang Zhiqiang responded casually.

He and Yan Bugui did not have much hatred, he just didn't want Yan Bugui to take advantage of him. The two families were not to the extent of not talking to each other.

"This big barrel is really well made. Look at it. You can tell it's a barrel at first glance."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he was about to reach out and touch the bucket made by Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Uncle, the paint on the bucket hasn't dried yet. There's more. If you don't know how to praise us, don't force yourself to praise us."

Zhang Zhiqiang was speechless. What did it mean that a bucket could look like a bucket?

"Qiangzi, when did you learn carpentry? I haven't heard you mention it before."

Yan Bugui asked puzzledly, if I remember correctly, Zhang Zhiqiang should be a fitter, or a relatively high-level one, so how come he is so good at carpentry work?

"Uncle, there is a golden house in books. If you read two books, you can learn carpentry."

Zhang Zhiqiang's Van Er track, anyway, any skills that seem abnormal can be attributed to the book.

"Well, that's true. You do learn more if you read more books."

Yan Bugui nodded in agreement. He was a teacher and believed that studying could change one's destiny.

What? You said that studying didn't change your destiny? Then you must not have studied enough.

"Haha, Qiangzi, how do you think the Third Master treats you?"

Yan Bugui waited for Zhang Zhiqiang's answer with a smile.

"so so."

Zhang Zhiqiang said lightly.

"Forehead."

Yan Bugui's words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them. It was just so-so. No one could say it so directly. At the very least, it should be okay.

"Qiangzi, this is what happened. Uncle San's house is short of a desk, and it's very inconvenient to correct students' homework at night."

"Can you help me make a desk? Uncle will thank you on behalf of the children."

Yan Bugui morally blackmailed Zhang Zhiqiang by saying that directly linking desks with students' homework would be too much of a fuss, and if Zhang Zhiqiang refused, it would be a disregard for the children's future.

"Okay, these are all small matters. Uncle, just tell me when you need something."

Zhang Zhiqiang did not refuse. After all, it was a matter of hands-on work. If a desk really allowed Yan Bugui to correct the children's homework properly, it would be a good thing.

"Ahem, Qiangzi, this is what happened. You said that wood is expensive now, how can the Third Master afford it?"

"You definitely won't be able to use up all this wood. Uncle Third's desk doesn't need to be very good. You can just use these scraps to make a desk for Uncle Third."

Yan Bugui smiled smugly and said that this was his fundamental purpose.

"I'm sorry, Uncle San, I have a certain number of pieces of wood here, and there are just enough for you."

"If you buy the wood yourself I can do it for you."

Zhang Zhiqiang said this politely, but he was quite speechless in his heart.

He knew that with Yan Bugui's miserly nature, he would never spend money to buy wood. It turned out that he not only wanted to take advantage of his situation and ask for his help, but also wanted him to give him the materials.

"Brother Qiangzi, do you have enough wood?"

"I was thinking about making a small square table for me to put on the bed, so that it would be convenient for us to drink together in the future."

After hearing what Zhang Zhiqiang said, Xu Damao said that he didn't want to take advantage of Zhang Zhiqiang, but just wanted to see if he could make a square table while it was convenient, and he would really treat him to the wine.

"Okay, I'll make one for you, Brother Damao, after we finish making the sofa."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiqiang agreed immediately without any hesitation.

"Zhang Zhiqiang, what do you mean? If you don't want to make a desk for me, you can just say so. Why do you say there's not enough wood? How can it be enough to make a bedside table for me?"

Yan Bugui's face turned red, and he felt that Zhang Zhiqiang was bullying him. Others could have it if they wanted it, but why couldn't I, a third uncle, have it?

"Look at what you said, Uncle. How can that be possible? There really isn't enough wood to make your desk. The remaining wood is only enough to make a bedside table. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

Zhang Zhiqiang looked helpless, as if Yan Bugui was being unreasonable.

"Here……"

"Then I also want a square table above the bed, that should be no problem."

Yan Bugui felt like he couldn't speak anymore and it took him a long time to utter these words.

"I'm sorry, Third Uncle. Didn't you hear me just now? Brother Damao wants the square table. I can't just agree to it and give it to you. It's a bit inappropriate."

Zhang Zhiqiang said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Uh, forget it, maybe next time."

Yan Bugui thought about it and it was true, but he couldn't just say no, wouldn't that be like not getting the advantage? So he could only say next time.

Then Yan Bugui waved his sleeves and left without taking a cloud with him.

"Master, who is this little black fat guy? Why is he so arrogant?"

Li Lixin said dissatisfiedly, how dare he talk to his master in that way.

"The third uncle in the courtyard, a teacher at Red Star Primary School."

Zhang Zhiqiang said indifferently.

Yan Bugui's arrival could only be regarded as a small episode. With Zhang Zhiqiang's current ability, even if Yan Bugui really watched to the end, the remaining wood would only be enough for a small square table.

"He is just an old man, talking in a cocky manner, not only does he not help, but he also wants something."

Li Lixin felt even more dissatisfied. Not only did he not help but he also wanted things. He got angry when the things were not given to him. Isn't this a blatant solicitation of bribes?

"That's right, Brother Li Xin, um, Disciple Li Xin? How can you say that?"

Xu Damao wanted to talk to Li Lixin, but he didn't know what to call him. If he called him brother Lixin, wouldn't that make him a generation younger than Zhang Zhiqiang for no reason?

"Haha, Brother Damao, let's talk about our own things. Li Xin is my apprentice, but it's not wrong to call you Brother Damao based on our age."

Zhang Zhiqiang came to the rescue.

"Haha, yes, let's talk about our own things. Brother Lixin, you don't know that this third uncle in our courtyard is particularly calculating. Who knows how much benefit he has taken from me."

Xu Damao complained to Li Lixin that every time he went to the countryside to show movies, some of the gifts given to him by the villagers would always be taken away by Yan Bugui.

"Alright, alright, get back to work. Brother Damao is treating us to a drink this afternoon."

Seeing that they were becoming more and more excited in the conversation, Zhang Zhiqiang urged them to get to work.

"Qiangzi, when did I ask you to drink?"

Xu Damao was a little confused and didn't even remember when he said this.

"Brother Damao, didn't you say that a square table is convenient for drinking? Then why don't you treat us to a drink when it's ready?"

Zhang Zhiqiang said sarcastically.

"Okay, okay, I, Xu Damao, can afford this little wine. Let's drink it this afternoon."

After Xu Damao became the son-in-law of the Lou family, he had a lot of money, so inviting people for a drink was really nothing.