I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 541 Uncle Yan, you are so lucky to have two good sons
Song Wu couldn't help but sigh that the deaf old lady was very good at seizing opportunities. Many times, she had activities when Song Wu was not in the courtyard. Therefore, there were many times when Song Wu did not find her flaws in the first place.

This time it was even better, he was not in Beijing at all, and they were just in time for the event. I don't know if the old woman knew something and deliberately avoided Song Wu, or if it was just a coincidence.

Now Song Wu had no idea where to find the deaf old lady.

He even felt that this old woman was much more cunning than Ling Li. It can be said that if Ling Li did not have a big family, how could he compare with the deaf old woman? It just shows that the old ones are still the best.

Zhang Guifen didn't know much about Sha Zhu and his wife. Sha Zhu seemed to know something but kept silent.

When Song Wu saw the situation, he was too lazy to think about it anymore. It wasn't his son who was missing, so why was he so anxious?

So, despite Zhang Guifen's desperate pleas to stay and ask him for help, he left Sha Zhu's house and returned to his front yard.

Soon, Song Wu no longer cared about the deaf old lady and the son of Sha Zhu's family. Because the streets began to become really lively, all kinds of people began to move, and all kinds of things began to happen.

On this day, he slept in the back of the old repair shop. He was sleeping soundly in the morning when he was awakened by the noisy noise outside.

Xia was also exhausted at the moment, and was the most tired and sleepy at this time, but she couldn't sleep well because of the noise outside. She frowned and complained: "What is this for? There are people shouting slogans."

Song Wu kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered, "Just go back to sleep, don't worry about it, I'll go check on you."

"Who can sleep with all this noise? I'll get up too."

Song Wu got up, and Xia also forced herself to put on her clothes and get out of bed. As soon as she touched the ground, her legs went limp, but fortunately Song Wu was quick to catch her.

Xia rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, "It's all your fault. You don't know how to care for others."

Song Wu said with a playful smile: "This is what it means to be truly caring."

Before the two of them had finished flirting, there was another loud bang outside, as if someone was hitting something.

Song Wu frowned all of a sudden, and said to Xia Ya: "You sit down first and take it easy. I have to get out quickly. These guys are going too far."

"What happened?" Xia asked in surprise.

Song Wu waved his hand and said, "A bunch of little bastards are smashing our courtyard gate. There are even two hooligans named Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang. I have to throw them aside quickly."

As Song Wu walked out, he turned his head to see that Xia had already put on her clothes, so he opened the door and went straight to Nanluoguxiang.

His house was next to the main gate. As soon as he went out, he saw Yan Jiefang, who was leading a group of young boys about their age, about 95 or years old, who were pounding the main gate of No. Courtyard with sticks.

Song Wu shouted at them, "Hey, you bastards, why are you banging on the gate so early in the morning? Yan Jiefang, do you want to be beaten? Why don't you just bang on your door? It would be better to just remove the glass. Why are you banging on the gate to the yard?"

Song Wu saw that these guys were all dressed in fancy clothes. Even the Yan Jiefang brothers didn't know where they got their baggy green military uniforms with belts. They also wore green hats on their heads.

Song Wu came out and shouted, and the group of people were startled. They stopped what they were doing and took a few steps back. Especially the two brothers of the Yan family, they were like frightened little rabbits.

Song Wu's past actions had already formed a deterrent force in their hearts. When they suddenly saw Song Wu coming out, they were inevitably shocked. Yan Jiefang was a little older and could keep his composure. In addition, he was the leader of today's matter, so he had to stand up, so he mustered up his courage and took a step forward.

He forced himself to remain calm, waved his hand, pointed at the gatehouse of Yard 95, and said loudly in a trembling voice: "You, you have no right to interfere. The gatehouse is full of old things and must be demolished. This is the current rule. This is our mission. Whoever obstructs us will have problems."

Song Wu turned his head and looked at the tall gatehouse of Courtyard No. 95. Looking at the wood carvings that had long been mottled by time and the blurred patterns whose original appearance and color could no longer be seen, he immediately understood. Oh, it turned out to be this time.

Alas, these little bastards know nothing and are just messing around. This is such a good thing. Even though it is black now, as long as it is slightly repainted and repaired, it can still be a work of art. These little bastards poked it here and there with thick sticks, and they have already broken several places. It is really heartbreaking.

Song Wu was almost furious. He took two big steps towards Yan Jiefang and slapped him on the top of the head. Although he was holding back, he still made the boy stagger to the side.

"Get out of here. If I see you poking at our gate again, I'll break your legs."

Song Wu was so powerful that the other guys were so scared that they threw their sticks to the ground and ran away. Only Yan Jiefang and his brother Yan Jiefang were left.

Song Wu grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck, one in his left hand and the other in his right hand, and dragged him directly into the yard.

He dragged the two bastards to the front yard, stood at the door of the west wing and shouted to Yan Bugui's family, "Old Yan, come out and take a look at what your two boys have done."

Yan Bugui should be at home at this time.

The door opened and Yan Bugui walked out dejectedly.

Song Wu found that it was already this late, but Yan Bugui had not yet put on his Mao suit and dressed up, and he looked like he was not going to class at all.

Yan Bugui watched Song Wu grabbing Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang like they were chickens. He asked anxiously, "Song Wu, what are you doing?"

Song Wu said, "What are you doing? Look at what your two boys have done. They got up early in the morning and led a few hooligans to the gate of our compound and smashed our gatehouse."

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui glared at Yan Jiefang fiercely and asked him unhappily, "Yan Jiefang, is what Song Wu said true? What are you doing so early in the morning?"

Yan Jiefang came to his father, and he was a little righteous, stiffening his neck and shouting: "Other places have been occupied by others. The temple and the old shop are not ours. But there are tasks assigned, and it will be embarrassing if we can't complete them. I think our yard is also an old yard. Isn't it still an old thing? I want to bring people back to look for it, but I don't like the gatehouse before I even enter the door. That old thing should be demolished. Dad, don't forget that your classes are suspended now, so you dare not speak or express your opinions randomly, otherwise you will make mistakes."

Song Wu was delighted when he heard this. This kid dared to scold his father.

At this time, Yan Jiekuang was heard shouting, "We all know that Song Wu's family has the most old furniture, so we came back to investigate first, and then the main force will come soon. Song Wu, don't be so arrogant, you will be in trouble when our people come later."

Song Wu pushed the two boys in his hands towards Yan Bugui and asked with a smile: "You two were the ones who told others about this, right?" They seemed eager to make a contribution.

As he spoke, he moved his gaze to Yan Bugui's face and added, "Uncle Yan, you are so blessed. You have two good sons. I think that with them, your family will surely be safe and prosperous."

Yan Bugui shuddered for no reason under Song Wu's gaze.

(End of this chapter)