Siheyuan: After being reincarnated as a master's daughter

As an eighth-level fitter, Yi Zhonghai's hands and feet are much quicker. With Yi Zhonghai's joining, the final assembly was much faster.

Finally, the last red glow in the sky disappeared, leaving only the dim light in the room. Yi Jiale and his team finally finished assembling the last fan. The last fan was plugged into the power strip and the fan began to rotate normally. At this moment, everyone cheered.

Yi Jiale sat on the stool to relax for a while. He was hungry. He was so hungry that his heart was beating fast and his hands and feet were weak.

Including the one made in the morning and the five made in the afternoon, there are a total of six fans. Yi Jiale now feels so awesome.

The aunt noticed that her daughter was tired, and hurriedly asked everyone to wash their hands and eat. Today's dinner was prepared by Sha Zhu. There were quite a lot of people eating, including Huo Sheng's family, the deaf old lady, and Sha Zhu's family, there were exactly ten people sitting at one table.

Yi Jiale was so hungry that he took a few big bites of the steamed buns to feel better. No one talked about any empty talk today, they just ate the food.

After eating three big steamed buns, Yi Jiale held his stomach and relaxed for a while before he had the energy to look at the fans placed on the eaves of the door.

Yi Zhonghai smiled at his daughter and said, "Tuanzi, you got so many fans, what are you going to do with them?"

A total of six fans were made today. Yi Jiale thought about it. In addition to Mr. Huo, there was also one for Lin Xiong's family, and one was also given by the old lady, so there were three left. After thinking about it, Yi Jiale felt that he should add two for Lin Xiong. After all, his sister-in-law was pregnant and needed fans, and Lin Xiong didn't sleep in the same room with them.

Yi Jiale: "Dad, I've decided! One for Mr. Huo, two for Lin Xiong's family, after all, my sister-in-law is still pregnant! And one for my grandma, so there are two left. One for you and my mom, and the last one, I want to give to my third uncle."

"After all, Third Uncle takes good care of me. Is that okay? And today, Third Uncle was the one who stood in front of me and argued with the neighbors."

Yi Zhonghai touched his daughter's head and said with a smile: "These are all yours, whatever you wish!"

"Dad also likes your quality of respecting teachers, which makes me feel very gratified and proud."

Lin Ying was very happy to hear that there was one more TV in her house. After all, if there was only one, her sister would definitely give it to her, but her sister was also hot. Now that there were two TVs, Lin Xiong could sleep in his room and use them directly.

Lin Ying and Lin Xiong were so happy that they hugged Yi Jiale and kissed him on the cheek.

Sha Zhu gave Yi Jiale a thumbs up and said, "Tuanzi, you are so generous! I love you well." You should know that Sha Zhu would usually buy a portion for Yi Jiale whenever he bought something for Lin Xiong or He Zhiyuan.

The deaf old lady also smiled and said, "I never thought that I would be able to blow this fan thanks to my granddaughter at my old age."

Finally, everyone chatted for a while and then left with their fans.

The deaf old lady was the last one to leave. She took out two old five-dollar bills wrapped in cloth from her pocket and handed them to Yi Jiale: "Tuanzi, come and take them. These are secretly given to you by grandma. Don't tell anyone else."

Yi Jiale had always been secretly given money by these adults, so he was used to it. He happily took the two banknotes and carefully put them in his pocket with a bright smile on his face: "Thank you, grandma!"

The deaf old lady especially liked the way Tuanzi was so intimate and open with her, and she felt very happy. She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Tuanzi's head.

Yi Zhonghai's aunt saw it but didn't say anything. After all, she had told the old lady before not to give money to Tuanzi, but the old lady gave it secretly. It doesn't matter whether she gives it now or not. Anyway, the couple will subsidize the old lady privately.

The deaf old lady chatted with Tuanzi for a few words, and then Yi Zhonghai and his wife came over, one of them supporting her and the other holding a fan.

After Yi Zhonghai and the auntie came back, Yi Zhonghai picked up the remaining two fans, one of which, and pulled Tuanzi and said with a smile: "Let's go, Tuanzi, aren't you going to give the fan to the third uncle?"

Tuanzi nodded happily and held his father's other hand.

When they arrived at Yan Bugui's house, Yi Zhonghai signaled his daughter to open the door and talk.

Yi Jiale couldn't wait to knock on the door and shouted, "Uncle, uncle, open the door!"

Yan Bugui was calculating this month's accounts with his wife. When he heard Tuanzi's voice, he came out and opened the door.

When Yi Jiale saw the Third Uncle, he smiled and said, "Third Uncle, I know you haven't slept yet. I'm here to give you a fan!"

When the third aunt heard that someone was coming to deliver the fan, she hurriedly put the account book on the table on the cabinet and shouted, "Old Yan, please invite someone in for a cup of tea."

Yan Bugui was interrupted just as he was about to say something, and he had no choice but to invite the father and daughter to come in and sit down.

Yan Bugui looked at the fan on the table, trying to suppress his smile but failed. Finally, Yan Bugui didn't care anymore, and pointed at the fan and said with a smile: "Tuanzi, Lao Yi, is this something you and your daughter want to give to me?"

Tuanzi nodded shyly.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Tuanzi and said with a smile: "Look, this fan is made by Tuanzi especially for you! He insisted on asking me to come here tonight to give it to you. He said you are a good teacher."

Yi Zhonghai emphasized the word "especially".

Yan Bugui's eyes were red with emotion as he thought too much. He looked at Yi Jiale with great joy and said, "I didn't expect that my students are even more filial and sensible than my own children. They think of me, their teacher, when they have anything."

Yan Bugui touched Tuanzi's head and said, "Tuanzi, you are also a good student. You are the smartest student I have ever met in my life. It is my luck to have a good student like you."

Yi Jiale said sincerely: "I am lucky to have such a good teacher like you. I still remember what you said in your book of poetry analysis: Li Shangyin's poem, "The silkworm will not stop spinning silk until it dies, and the candle will not stop shedding tears until it turns to ashes." I think it is talking about you, teacher."

Yan Bugui was deeply touched by Yi Jiale's words "A silkworm may not stop spinning silk until it dies, a candle may not stop shedding tears until it is burned down to ashes." He was so moved that he wanted to go back to class and teach his students.

The old fox Yi Zhonghai and the little fox Yi Jiale looked at each other, as if they were deeply moved.

Yan Bugui was so moved that he insisted on keeping the father and daughter, as if he wanted to share more stories and emotions with them. Not only that, Yan Bugui enthusiastically insisted on giving Yi Jiale the test paper, expressing his concern and support for her study. This move made people feel his sincere emotions from the bottom of his heart.

Yi Jiale returned home with the stack of test papers, feeling heartbroken but unable to cry.

"Dad, I just want to imitate you and be polite."

Yi Zhonghai picked up the water cup and smiled faintly: "You still have to learn how to behave. Anyway, you are still young, what are you afraid of?"

Yi Jiale: "I really think it's too difficult to deal with people!"

Yi Zhonghai taught his daughter: "Once you can ignore all the rules of the world, you don't have to care about these rules. As long as you are strong, others will only talk about what you like to talk about."

Yi Jiale nodded as if he understood, and suddenly remembered that he and his father were chatting with a group of people at the dinner table in his previous life. At that time, he was young and wanted to open a bottle of Moutai, and the adults at the table all smiled kindly.

Moreover, a classmate told him at that time that his relatives thought his family was poor and would mock him from time to time. He would never forget the smile mixed with harsh words.