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

Yan Bugui frowned. This Jia Zhang was too rude. She came out of the hedge and didn't even ask him to be quiet. Instead, she interrupted him when he was talking.

In Yan Bugui's opinion, this was unlucky and he didn't want this old hag who had been into a shabby house to come. However, her backer was Yi Zhonghai, the most powerful man in the courtyard and he couldn't afford to offend him.

After Jia Zhang came forward, the neighbors in the courtyard began to whisper, wanting Yan Bugui to prepare the feast, as everyone was hungry.

"Okay, serve the food then."

Yan Bugui waved his hand to have the dishes served, a plate of steamed corn bread and a pot of big stew for each table.

As soon as I got there, I was snapped up.

"Jia Zhang, what are you doing?"

A woman accused angrily.

"Jia Zhang, you're going too far."

Seeing that everyone was grabbing the food too quickly, Jia Zhang simply gave up the fight and knocked other people's chopsticks down with her chopsticks, then took the time to scoop up the food for herself.

"Who can you blame if you can't get it out yourself?"

Jia Zhang was unusually arrogant and continued to scoop vegetables into her own bowl.

"Okay, you're the only one who can fish it out, right?"

"Old lady Zhao, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Zhao, who sat at the same table with her, was also a hot-tempered person. When she heard that Jia Zhang, a prisoner, dared to mock others, she directly took Jia Zhang's basin and poured the water into it.

"Come on, fish."

At Mrs. Zhao's command, everyone started to fish out the things. However, as soon as Jia Zhang stretched out her chopsticks, they were knocked away, and she couldn't fish out anything.

"You forced me to do this, ugh, ugh!"

Jia Zhang spat a mouthful of thousand-year-old phlegm into the dish and stirred it vigorously a few times with chopsticks.

"Jia Zhang, are you disgusting?"

"That's right. You'll probably get beaten every day in this hedge."

"Bah, what good can a labor camp prisoner be?"

"That's right, I've never seen such a disgusting person."

Several old women surrounded Jia Zhang and scolded her, mainly because this operation was so disgusting.

"You are talking nonsense. I was detained. Do you understand detention? I was not a labor camp inmate."

Jia Zhang was so angry that she was fuming. These gossiping old women were now starting to ruin her reputation.

"Who knows? We don't understand the law, but we know that you have been arrested."

"That's right, I remember you used to be plump and white, how come you're like this now?"

"Of course he must have suffered a lot in there."

"Hahaha, yes, I got beaten up for no reason."

Several old women laughed out loud. There was nothing more satisfying than making sarcastic remarks in front of the person concerned.

"You bastards, I'm not going to talk to you anymore."

Jia Zhang knew that she couldn't win the argument with them, so she simply picked up the vegetable basin and put it in her own big basin, then took five or six steamed buns, turned around and went home.

Almost at the same time, the same situation happened to another table, but the result was completely opposite.

Banggeng listened to Jia Zhang's advice and sat separately from his grandmother so that he could get more dishes.

So Banggeng sat among a group of men, and there was not a single woman at the table.

Yan Bugui did not prepare any wine, he just had a simple meal, and the dishes were snatched away as soon as they came.

"Hey, get out of the way."

"No, leave some for me."

"Stop, this dish belongs to my Jia family."

"oops."

A table of men stood up to grab some food, but Banggeng couldn't squeeze in with his chopsticks and was so anxious that he was running around in circles.

I don’t know which man pushed me, but I fell to the ground.

Banggeng was a little confused when he reacted. He didn't expect that someone in the yard would dare to attack him.

After all, Banggeng is still young and has childish thoughts. He always thinks that the Jia family is the most powerful family in the courtyard.

After all, even Shazhu, the god of war in the courtyard, didn't dare to show off in front of Banggeng, which naturally gave Banggeng the illusion that he was the little bully of the courtyard.

"You all stop it."

Bang Geng said angrily, and suddenly remembered the last trick Jia Zhang taught him.

"I bother."

Banggeng spat into the basin and let you guys grab it again. Banggeng couldn't help but feel refreshed.

"I go."

"Clap~"

"what!"

Yang Daming, my deskmate, also had a bad temper. When he saw Banggeng dare to do this, he slapped him in the face without thinking.

"Ouch~ow~ow~"

Banggeng was knocked to the ground and burst into tears.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"Good boy, my son."

Qin Huairu, who was eating, ran over quickly and hugged Banggeng and cried bitterly.

"What's wrong? What's going on here?"

Three uncles came out of the house. They were the three most senior uncles in the courtyard, so of course they sat inside the house to eat.

I heard someone crying outside and ran out to check.

"Who, who made the joke?"

Sha Zhu picked up a spoon and rushed over. Seeing Sister Qin crying, his eyes turned red. He didn't expect that there would be someone who dared to bully Sister Qin even with him around in the courtyard.

"Uncle one, uncle two, uncle three, please be fair. We were all eating well, but this stinky boy spat into our food. Isn't that disgusting? How can we eat?"

"That's right, Third Master. There's also our table. Jia Zhang spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm. Now even the basin has gone to Jia's house. We have nothing to eat."

"That's right, Uncle San, you have to come up with a set of rules for this matter."

Everyone looked at Yan Bugui and talked a lot. After all, it was he who hosted the banquet, so they had to see what this third uncle thought.

"Why don't we go to another table and have a simple meal first?"

Yan Bugui asked tentatively.

"Uncle San is right. Look, where are the vegetables now?"

One person said dissatisfiedly.

Yan Bugui saw that it was true. Everyone was hungry after a day's work, and the dishes he prepared were one pot for each table, which had already been eaten up.

"Who? Who? What's going on?"

Sha Zhu heard Qin Huairu crying and ran over to ask.

As soon as Shazhu arrived, he knew that Banggeng must have been beaten. There was a big red mark on Banggeng’s face and the accident scene was so clear.

"What did you do?"

Sha Zhu looked at someone.

"No, not me."

The man waved his hands quickly. Everyone knew that now that Zhang Zhiqiang was gone, Sha Zhu was the number one war god in Siheyuan, and with his pair of iron fists he was invincible in Siheyuan.

"that is you?"

"not me."

"Don't ask, I did it."

Yang Daming dared to act and took responsibility, so he stood up and spoke.

"It's because the joke was too much. Just now, I actually..."

"watch out."

Sha Zhu walked over, slapped Yang Daming in the face, and then kicked him in the stomach.

Sha Zhu flips the spoon every day, so you can imagine how strong his hands are. Yang Daming immediately fell to the ground, losing the ability to resist.

"Zhu Zi, what are you doing?"

"Who told you to hit someone casually?"

Yi Zhonghai grabbed Sha Zhu and vaguely recalled the scene of Sha Zhu beating Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Who told him to beat the stick? It's normal that the old one comes out after beating the young one."

Sha Zhu said this with confidence, as if he was the boss of Bang Geng.

But at this time no one paid attention to this issue, everyone was looking at Yang Daming who was knocked down.

"Damin, Damin, how are you?"

Aunt Yang threw herself on Yang Daming and cried, and everyone found a cart to take Yang Daming to the hospital.

A happy event turned into a tragedy in an instant.