Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

The front yard, the Yan family's house.

Yan Jiecheng got up early in the morning and heard about the chicken-killing maniac. He grinned sinisterly.

Anyway, no one has traced it back to him, so let people say whatever they want, it's none of his business.

He finished breakfast very early in the morning and waited in the front yard for Yi Zhonghai to go to the steel rolling mill together.

After waiting for twenty minutes, Yan Jiecheng saw Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu walking towards the front yard and hurriedly went to greet them, shamelessly fawning over them.

"Uncle, let me go to the factory with you."

Yi Zhonghai nodded, revealing a kind and easygoing expression: "Then let's go together."

"Wait a moment."

Just as the three were about to leave, a low shout came from behind them, and they turned around to look.

"Wang Feng, what do you want? We're in a hurry to get to work," Yan Jiecheng said somewhat guiltily.

Wang Feng activated his spiritual sense, staring intently at the three of them, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you know that two of my old hens were strangled to death in the middle of the night?"

Wang Feng had already tested Liu Haizhong and Sha Zhu, and found nothing unusual about them. Now he was testing Jia Dongxu and Yi Zhonghai. As long as this matter was related to them, their hearts would race, and they would even feel guilty. They would definitely not escape his spiritual sense detection.

"Wang Feng, your old hen died, why are you looking for us? Do you suspect we did it?" Jia Dongxu shouted sternly.

"That's right, Wang Feng, don't wrong us. Who would be so bored as to kill your old hen? What good would that do us?" Yan Jiecheng explained somewhat flusteredly.

However, when Yan Jiecheng spoke, he blinked repeatedly, not daring to look Wang Feng in the eye. His heart was pounding, and he clearly had a guilty expression. This scene was clearly seen by Wang Feng's spiritual sense.

"Wang Feng, how about this, after get off work tonight, let's have a hospital-wide meeting and discuss it together. We need to get to work now, so let's deal with it when we get back tonight," Yi Zhonghai said.

Wang Feng glanced at Yan Jiecheng for a moment, then looked away. He was now basically certain that Yan Jiecheng was the one who killed the chicken. Knowing who it was made things much easier.

"No need. There's no need to hold a hospital-wide meeting for such a trivial matter."

After saying that, Wang Feng walked towards the Central Court.

"This is inexplicable, Master. Let's go," Jia Dongxu said.

"Um."

......

When Wang Feng returned to the house, Qin Jingru had already prepared steamed buns. Wang Feng picked up a steamed bun and started eating.

"Brother Wang Feng, Aunt Wu has already killed the chicken. I asked her to have a smaller chicken, but she said she didn't want any of it, she only wanted the head, the tail, and the internal organs."

"If she doesn't want it, then forget it. It won't spoil in this weather. We'll eat one tonight and take the other one to courtyard number 28 tomorrow."

"Um."

Wang Feng is now thinking about how to get back at Yan Jiecheng. If he doesn't dare to lay a hand on him, he'll kill his chicken in the middle of the night. If he doesn't make Yan Jiecheng suffer for the rest of his life this time, he's not Wang Feng.

Qin Jingru took a bite of her steamed bun and said, "Brother Wang Feng, do you think our old hen might have been killed by Jia Zhangshi?"

Wang Feng shook his head: "No, given Jia Zhangshi's personality, if it were her, she would definitely have taken the chicken away."

Wang Feng didn't plan to tell Qin Jingru about this. Yan Jiecheng liked to play dirty tricks, didn't he? Let's see who's more cunning.

Qin Jingru asked doubtfully, "Who could it be? This person is too despicable. Brother Wang Feng, besides our family not having a good relationship with the Jia family, you also beat up Yi Zhonghai. Could it be him?"

Wang Feng waved his hand: "Alright, Jingru, let's leave it at that for now. Since that person killed the chicken but didn't even take it, they won't be able to find out. Or even if they know who it was, that person won't admit it, since we can't produce any evidence."

"Here's what we'll do: I'll go get two more hens in the next few days, then set a trap in the chicken coop. If that person dares to come, we'll catch him red-handed."

"Brother Wang Feng, why did you set a trap in our yard?" Qin Jingru asked curiously.

Wang Feng chuckled and whispered a few words in Qin Jingru's ear.

"Yeah, Wang Feng, that's a great idea. If I catch that guy, I'll definitely teach him a lesson. He's such a bad guy," Qin Jingru said through gritted teeth.

After finishing breakfast, Wang Feng pushed his bicycle out the door without waiting for Qin Jingru to leave.

the other side.

Yan Jiecheng followed Yi Zhonghai to the fitter's workshop, and Yan Jiecheng said with a fawning smile:

"Uncle, we've been assigned to the same workshop now. Could you take me on as your apprentice and teach me fitter skills? Don't worry, if you become my master, I will definitely take good care of you in the future."

Yi Zhonghai refused without even thinking. Yan Jiecheng would offer him a favor? That must be wishful thinking.

He knew exactly what kind of people lived in the courtyard. Besides, Yan Jiecheng had Yan Fugui above him. If he could gain an advantage in the Yan family, it would be like the sun rising in the west.

"Jiecheng, although your grandpa is an eighth-level fitter, I'm really not very good at training apprentices. Look at Dongxu, he's been learning fitter from me for nine years and he's still only a first-level fitter. How about this, I'll introduce you to a master later, I guarantee he'll teach better than me."

Yan Jiecheng thought about it and agreed; he didn't want to be a first-class worker for the rest of his life.

"Alright, thank you very much, sir."

Soon, through Yi Zhonghai's introduction, Yan Jiecheng became an apprentice of a level six fitter.

This level-six fitter joined the factory at the same time as Jia Dongxu. He taught Yan Jiecheng quite diligently, and Yan Jiecheng learned very seriously.

Yan Jiecheng is incredibly excited. He's hoping to become an eighth-grade worker in the future, so he can earn 99 yuan a month like Yi Zhonghai.

Wang Feng arrived at the steel rolling mill, went directly to the deputy director's office, found Li Huaide, and told him about Yan Jiecheng killing the chicken.

"Don't worry, brother. Although Brother Li can't fire Yan Jiecheng directly, making things difficult for him at the factory is a piece of cake."

Upon hearing this, Li Huaide was shocked and then burst into laughter.

"Haha, bro, I didn't expect your department to have someone like this. Killing a chicken in the middle of the night? But since you didn't catch him in the act and can't produce any evidence, you can only mess with him secretly."

"Hehe, Brother Li, as long as you make his life difficult at the factory, I naturally have other ways to deal with him," Wang Feng said with a smile.

Li Huaide smiled and nodded: "Alright, just watch. I guarantee he'll have a hard time lying in bed every day. But brother, let me remind you, you can't be too ruthless in this matter. Otherwise, if they trace it back to you, I might not be able to protect you."

"Brother Li, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"Alright, as long as you know your limits. By the way, brother, do you still have that kind of tea?" Li Huaide suddenly asked.

Wang Feng waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "Brother Li, I gave you the last half jin last time, where would I find any? Brother Li, I gave you a whole jin of tea last time, and you've already finished it all in such a short time?"

Hearing that there was no more tea, Li Huaide was slightly disappointed, but he still smiled and said:

"Brother, to tell you the truth, I only drank one pot of that tea and then gave it all to my father-in-law. My father-in-law then gave half a pound of the tea to the Minister of Metallurgy."

"I have good news for you. Some time ago, Director Yang's backer, Duan Zhengde, went missing. Now, with that pound of tea as a stepping stone, Brother Li, my deputy title will be removed soon."