Siheyuan: Rebirth of a comfortable life starts with Shazhu

The two brothers were sad for only a short while. When they entered the ward, they were amused by the stack of papers in Yang Ruihua's hand.

It's not medical expenses. For retirees like Yan Bugui, in case of emergency illness, medical expenses are paid directly from the school where he used to work.

"This one is five thousand, these two are two thousand..."
The total is 13,570 yuan.

I told you, even with all this, you two still can't bear to eat or spend money.

They also complain about being poor in front of us every day.

He even took the third son's money...
"What exactly do you want?" Yan Jiecheng held a stack of deposit slips, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

It's unclear whether he was angry or scared by the amount of money.

It turned out that when Yang Ruihua saw Yan Bugui being sent to the hospital, she thought the old man was really going to die. In a panic, she simply moved the family's savings box over.

After all, if Yan Bugui were to die, he would have to leave a will regarding this money.

There needs to be an explanation regarding who gets the inheritance from the three sons and how much is left for the grandchildren.

Yan Bugui has always been paid at the tenth-grade salary level, which is considered the lowest among teachers' salaries.

But he played the entire game, which shows his high seniority!

With all the subsidies combined, I was receiving nearly sixty yuan a month before retirement.

The Yan family has always been frugal, and since their children graduated, they haven't had any major expenses.

All I had was a radio, a secondhand bicycle, and that eleven-inch black-and-white television.

Yan Bugui usually fishes and collects scraps, while Yang Ruihua never stops doing handicrafts.

In this life, the Yan family did not experience the same business fraud as in their previous life.

Therefore, it is certain that Yan Bugui is wealthy.

But none of the people present knew he was so rich.

Being a "ten-thousand-yuan household" is still a legendary existence these days.

As it turns out, his father was one.

So, apart from Yang Ruihua, who still looked terrified, the others at the scene had mixed feelings.

With a deposit of tens of thousands, the annual interest alone amounts to seven or eight hundred.

Even so, Yan Bugui continued to scheme against everyone, not even sparing his own son.

This made Yan Jiecheng and his brother, as well as Lan Hua and Yan Jiedi, feel more hatred than love towards their father who was lying in the hospital bed.

Putting everything else aside, if it were this money, we should have taken it out sooner.

The three brothers' predicament was resolved long ago.

The third child was unemployed at the time.
Although finding a job in Beijing is difficult, if you can't get one for a thousand, you can get one for two thousand. You can also use money to buy a slightly better job.

The second child has been unable to complete the relocation process.

With a few thousand yuan, what procedure can't be completed?

And then there was Yan Jiedi's return to the city...
"Heh..." Yan Jiedi chuckled softly, her face full of sarcasm.

She glanced at Yan Bugui, who was still fast asleep on the bed, and then at Yang Ruihua, who was sitting on the edge of the bed wiping away tears. She chuckled and said, "Back then, when I was sent to the countryside, all my receipts were stolen."

No money for food, no winter clothes to wear...
I wrote home, begging my parents to save my life.

You said you have no money at home.

Later, my sister-in-law managed to squeeze out twenty jin of national grain coupons for me from between her teeth.

She sent me cotton coupons and quilts, even though the beds were old.

But if it weren't for that quilt, I might have frozen to death in northern Hebei.

"Mom, you really are my biological parents."

Yan Jiedi spoke these words in a very calm tone.

But the words he spoke were as chilling as the coldest days of winter.

After saying this, Yan Jiedi walked out, and none of the people present thought to stop her.

My heart is broken, what's the point of stopping me?
Yan Bugui, lying on the bed, suddenly tightened his eyelids.

He heard everything his daughter said clearly, but he didn't dare open his eyes.

He was too ashamed to ask him to stay.

The most composed person at the scene was probably the orchid.

She had no expectations of the old man, so there was no question of disappointment.

But the Yan brothers looked at each other somewhat bewildered.

Yan Jiecheng didn't know how to start the conversation. He was the boss, even though Yan Bugui had tricked him countless times.

But to be honest, he was the one who enjoyed the most happiness in his old age, along with his two brothers and Yan Jiedi.

At least after he came of age, Yan Bugui arranged a job for him.

During the years when he was down on his luck, his parents spent money to find him a wife.

Otherwise, his life would be ruined.

But Yan Jiefang's lips trembled uncontrollably.

His family situation is rather complicated.

When he first went to northern Hebei, he hated his parents.

Later, when he became successful, his hatred for his parents faded.

At that time, he naively had a different idea.

In other words, a man can only rely on himself to build his empire; he can't depend on anyone else.

There's no need to count on it.

That period should have been a time when he had a good relationship with his parents.

At least they exchanged letters and cared for each other.

Later, the farm failed.

But he has a son, and Yan Bugui clearly cares about his son.

So this was the best time his father treated him, sending him a letter every month without fail.

She will care about his work, and about his son's studies and growth.

During this period, Yan Jiefang's perception of his parents changed again.

He felt that his father still cared about him, but was simply not capable enough.

There's no way to plan his future.

But now, looking at the deposit slip, there's that conspicuous number.

Yan Jiefang suddenly realized that everything he had thought before was a complete joke.

His father's savings could have solved his difficult life a long time ago.

But Yan Bugui preferred to let that money become cold numbers in the bank.

But she couldn't bear to spend a single penny on him.

Today marks the moment when the dreams of the Yan family's children are shattered.

Everyone has complicated emotions.

They felt heartbroken because their elderly father's health was almost completely ruined.

And because of the money Yan Bugui had saved over the years, he felt the absurdity of life.

Yan Jiefang also chose to leave, citing the fear that his son would worry at home.

Yan Jiecheng and his wife exchanged a glance. Lan Hua stepped forward to help Yang Ruihua up and advised, "Mom, let me take you home!"
Let Jie Cheng stay here with Dad.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Still in a panic, Yang Ruihua couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He could only reply to his eldest daughter-in-law with a series of interjections.

Of course, she never let go of the money box in her hand from beginning to end.

When only Yan Jiecheng and his son remained in the room, Yan Jiecheng stared blankly at Yan Bugui for a while, noticing Yan Bugui's tightly closed eyelids.

Yan Jiecheng suddenly chuckled and said, "Father, everyone's gone. You can open your eyes now."

After saying this, Yan Bugui remained quiet for a while before slowly opening his eyes with a rather fake gesture.

His eyes held a probing look.

His eyes couldn't help but search around.

Only when he realized that no one was there did he stare blankly at Yan Jiecheng.

Before she could speak, two turbid tears welled up in her eyes.

“Boss…” Yan Bugui choked up.

"Dad, it's alright now."

"Nothing will happen again," Yan Jiecheng said calmly.

Absolutely no emotion whatsoever! (End of Chapter)