Siheyuan: Traveling through three years to gain the power of a palm

Now when people mention him, they call him a spendthrift, spending hundreds of dollars on junk. Pure spendthrift behavior.

The Jiang family ignored these discussions. Family members knew their own business. Jiang Fan repaired the radio on the first day he brought the waste back.

Shen Yue and Jiang Yu listened at home all day without going out. At night, Jiang Yu did not go back to her room to sleep in order to listen a little longer.

The next morning, Jiang Fan went out and bought back two intact tires and the missing parts.

Before lunch that day, a complete bicycle appeared at Jiang's house.

In the afternoon, Jiang Fan sold the remaining unused items to a passing scrap collector.

This immediately confirmed Jiang Fan's reputation as a prodigal son. As for the money recovered from selling things, it was subconsciously ignored by everyone.

"Look, what did I say? Jiang Fan is a spendthrift. He spent so much money. Dad, don't ever say I'm not as good as him. At least I'm not a spendthrift."

Yan Jiecheng said to Yan Bugui with a smile.

Yan Bugui ignored him, simply lowering his head to eat. He was much more astute than Yan Jiecheng. He knew how much Jiang Fan had benefited his family over the past two years. Others might not know, but how could he not know? He and Jiang Fan could barely be considered fishing buddies.

Not to mention that the two families are neighbors, the Jiang family's life cannot be hidden from his eyes.

Seeing that his father didn't say anything, Yan Jiecheng thought that he had won, and felt very proud and in a very good mood.

At Yi Zhonghai's home, Yi Zhonghai was drinking wine and eating braised pork.

He was in a very good mood today. At his instruction, the news spread in the factory that Jiang Daniu's technical secondary school student son was a prodigal son.

Less than half a month had passed since the news of Jiang Fan's admission to technical secondary school came out, and another explosive news came out, and everyone was discussing it enthusiastically.

While I was drinking, the door was pushed open by Jia Dongxu.

"Master."

"Dongxu, what's wrong?"

"It's okay. Huairu is a little hungry now that she's in her advanced stage of pregnancy. You know my family, I'm the only one who gets a ration, and we're out of meat coupons. I'd like to borrow some from you, Master."

"Well, Dongxu, we are like father and son, so why are you being so polite to me? It just so happens that your master's wife made braised pork tonight, so don't be disgusted, take some back..."

"Thank you, uncle. I knew you were a good person."

Before Yi Zhonghai could finish his words, Jia Zhang rushed out of the door, grabbed the plate and ran back home.

Only Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu were left disheveled in the wind.

"Master, I'm sorry, my mother, she." Jia Dongxu's face turned red and he really couldn't speak.

"It's okay. I know your mother. It's a good opportunity for you not to go back. Come drink with Master."

He family.

He Yushui had heard various opinions in the yard these two days and tried to find Jiang Yu to find out the news, but he got nothing.

But this did not affect her happy mood. She felt that she was better than Jiang Yu in one aspect. At least her brother was not a spendthrift.

backyard.

The Liu family was not eating, and Liu Haizhong was beating his son.

Xu Damao went to the countryside with his father to show movies and was not at home.

The deaf old lady was very happy, not only because of Jiang Fan, but also because she got to eat braised pork. However, the cooking skills of the old lady were not very good, and it was not as delicious as the one made by Sha Zhu.

The following weekend.

After breakfast, the Jiang family planned to go out for a day to improve their meals and get a stamp on their new bicycle.

When Jiang Ping'an and Jiang Fan each pushed a bicycle out, they happened to meet Yan Bugui who was watering flowers and Yan Jiecheng who was going out to find work.

Chapter 11: Slapping and Calculating

"Oh, Uncle Three, he's watering the flowers again. Don't let them drown if you water them every day."

Jiang Daniu greeted Yan Bugui with a smile and gave him a cigarette, which made Yan Bugui very excited.

"Thank you, Lao Jiang. Are you guys going out?"

"That's right. Fanzi has been tinkering around these past two days and actually made a bicycle. He's planning to stamp it with a steel stamp.

Look at this kid, he’s going to school soon, but he doesn’t study hard and just fools around. But it’s okay, he has made some achievements and didn’t embarrass me, otherwise he would have become a prodigal son.

"Hey, Jie Cheng is here too, out looking for work again. He's really promising. Unlike Fan Zi, you two are about the same age, he only knows how to spend money and doesn't know how to bring money home. Oh!"

Yan Jiecheng was young after all and could not stand Jiang's father's sarcasm, so he turned around and left angrily.

"Jie Cheng! Lao Jiang, the child is ignorant. I apologize to you. Please don't bother with him. When he comes back, I will ask him to apologize to you."

Yan Bugui put on a smile and secretly cursed Yan Jiecheng for being ignorant. If he had endured it, he would have been able to take another cigarette from Jiang Daniu. What a loss!

"It's okay. It's understandable that young people are full of energy. Look at Fanzi. Didn't he also bring back a bunch of junk at the beginning? Fortunately, he managed to get it out."

"That's right, Fanzi has been smart since he was young. He will become a great man in the future."

Yan Bugui also saw that Jiang Daniu was venting his anger on his son. He had no choice but to cooperate, because it was his son's fault.

The two of them chatted about this and that in the yard.

Anyone who walked through the front yard, whether he was taking a shit or peeing, or going out to do something, would be pulled over by Jiang Daniu and talked to for a while.

In short, "My good-for-nothing, prodigal son got lucky and built a bicycle. Today he's planning to go out and get a stamp."

After talking with Yan Bugui for more than half an hour, Jiang's father finally stopped.

"Oh, Uncle Three, I won't say anymore. It's getting late. We have to go to the police station quickly. Let's go."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Yan Bugui's face was almost frozen with laughter, but he did not gain nothing. Before leaving, he asked for a cigarette from Jiang's father.

Yan Bugui rubbed his face and relaxed his lower facial muscles.

"Yang Ruihua, pour me a cup of tea."

"it is good."

The third aunt had been watching in the room and quickly poured a cup of tea for the third uncle.

"This Jiang Daniu is really something. Why did he keep talking to you for so long?"

"I can't help it. He has a good son, and I have a 'good son' too. He wants to vent his anger on his son, so as a father, I can only agree."

Listening to his wife's complaints, Yan Bugui also smiled bitterly.

"Oh, by the way, don't you want to buy a bicycle too? Why don't you ask Jiang Fan to make you one? After all, you are the third uncle in the courtyard and Jiang Fan's teacher. He should give you some face."

The three aunts suddenly had an idea and came up with a good idea.

"Don't even think about it. This is probably not going to work. If it were someone else's family, maybe it would work, but not the Jiang family."

Yan Bugui’s judgment was accurate. The core of the Jiang family now is Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan is not a generous person, at least not to the people in the courtyard.

Now he only hopes that Jiang Fan will not attack Yan Jiecheng, or implicate Yan Jiefang and the others.

……

"Dad, you're amazing. You've been talking to Uncle San for so long without repeating a word."

"That's because he's being sensible. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spoken to them so kindly. They say my son is a spendthrift. What a nobody Yan Jiecheng is.

What a pity, I didn’t see that old bastard Yi Zhonghai. This bastard dared to publicize this matter in the factory. Don’t let me catch him.

Oh right, second brother, give me this bike to ride tomorrow. Your brother and I will each have one. They’ll be so jealous!

"Virtue."

Mother Jiang sat in the back seat and pinched Father Jiang.

"Hey, why are you pinching me? You don't know how mad I've been these past two days.

"The second child got into technical secondary school, and they were all eating our candy and praising Fanzi. But not long ago, they're already calling Fanzi a prodigal son, shameless!"

"Yeah, Mom, you weren't at the factory. Those people's faces were really disgusting, as if Fanzi had done something heinous."

Jiang Ping'an said with a look of resentment. He had been feeling aggrieved for the past two days. If Jiang's father and Jiang Fan had not stopped him, he would have started a fight with someone long ago.

"That's right, my second brother is not a prodigal son! And that He Yushui, she's trying every possible way to get information out of me. She really thinks I don't know that she's also gloating over my misfortune!"

Jiang Yu, sitting on the horizontal bar in front, also spoke angrily.

"Okay, why are you talking about this? Why don't you think about what to eat for lunch?"

"Let's go eat mutton hotpot. It's been a while since I've eaten it."

Jiang Fan suggested.

"Okay, let's have mutton hotpot."

The family of five rode their bikes to the police station. After paying the money and getting their passport stamped, the process was quickly completed.

……

In the courtyard.

Everyone in the yard was talking about how Jiang Fan had actually made a bicycle.

"This Jiang Fan actually made a bicycle. Oh my god, how much money can this save?"

"I went to the scrap yard and asked. A scrapped bicycle sells for 25 yuan. Jiang Fan got two, so that's 50 yuan."

"Fifty? A bicycle costs one hundred and sixty or seventy. That saves over a hundred dollars."

Everyone was talking about it. One hundred yuan was indeed a huge sum of money. You know, the highest salary in the yard now was a level six worker, making a little over seventy yuan a month.

In other words, the two people in the Jiang family only earn more than 100 yuan a month by working.

"The money is easy to say. A bicycle is only two months' salary for the Jiang family. The problem is that we save on bicycle tickets, which are difficult to get. The steel mill can only get about 20 bicycle tickets a year."

Everyone exclaimed again, saying that they saved the money for a bicycle.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai suddenly said to an old man in his sixties, "Uncle Chen, isn't your Dagang getting married soon? How are the preparations going?"

"Well, everything was ready and the date was set, but a few days ago the matchmaker came and said the girl's family wanted to buy a bicycle. His father was so worried, he didn't know where to get the money."

Old Man Chen took a puff of his cigarette and frowned. His eldest grandson, Chen Dagang, was 21 and worked in a lightbulb factory. He'd found a girlfriend this year, and both were quite happy with her, though the woman insisted on having a bicycle.

Originally, if this had been made clear at the beginning, my family could have made some preparations. But it was too sudden, with only two weeks before the wedding.

The money for the bicycle was easy to come by, as we had some savings at home, but the problem was we had no tickets. My family had gone to the black market several times just to get the ticket. I just received the letter last night, and I'm going to get it tonight.

But he didn't tell Yi Zhonghai the truth. He had lived for most of his life and could see that Yi Zhonghai was a very evil person.

"Indeed, bicycle tickets are hard to get."

Yi Zhonghai finished his last sip of tea and went back to the house.

"How about we ask Jiang Fan to make us a bicycle as well?"

After Yi Zhonghai left, someone suggested.

"Not very good, have you forgotten how you called Jiang Fan a spendthrift these past few days?"

"Well, so what? I just said a few words to him. It didn't hurt me. Jiang Fan wouldn't be so stingy, right?"

The person who was speaking was Li Yun, who lived in the backyard. She was in her thirties and had a husband, Cai Dazhuang, who worked in a steel rolling mill and was a fourth-level fitter. They had a son named Cai Kun, who was sixteen years old.

Li Yun has dark skin and is not tall, about 1.5 meters, but weighs nearly 150 kilograms. He is usually mean and likes to take advantage of others, but he does not know how to summon spirits. He is more respectable than Jia Zhangshi and can be said to be a weakened version of Jia Zhangshi.

Li Yun's words also aroused Jia Zhang's approval.

He immediately agreed, "Sister Li Yun is right. After all, we are Jiang Fan's elders. Asking him to work for us is giving him an opportunity to show his filial piety. He should thank us."

"Then go find an old man and ask him to talk to Jiang Fan?"

"Let's go, let's go together."

Chapter 12 On Yi Zhonghai

Everyone in the courtyard, led by Li Yun and Jia Zhang, went to Yi Zhonghai's house together.

After explaining his purpose, Yi Zhonghai was ecstatic, but he pretended to be embarrassed. "Asking Jiang Fan to help assemble bicycles for the hospital is a good thing. But Jiang Fan may not agree."