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

"Yes, brother-in-law, I will definitely practice hard." Yang Ergou nodded frantically. He had lived in Sijiucheng for a month and didn't want to go back to the village at all. In Sijiucheng, at the He family, he could eat his fill and even eat white flour buns. Especially when Sha Zhu took him along when he took private jobs, he could even have a feast. What a good life!

At the Jia family, Jia Zhang was a completely different person this year. She didn't act like a spoiled brat at the table like she had in previous years, which shocked Yi Zhonghai and his wife. They wondered, "Why has Jia Zhang changed so much?" Shouldn't she be tucking into her chopsticks and slobbering all over the dishes at this moment? Was she trying to stop them from eating?

The two looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

At the dinner table, only Banggeng was holding his bowl and chopsticks, picking at the meat from the plate. Jia Dongxu hadn't lectured him during the New Year; it was normal for a child to want something good to eat. The only other child in the courtyard who had enough meat was Jiang Yu from the Jiang family.

Different from the lively atmosphere during the Chinese New Year in other families.

Yan Bugui's house was also very lively today.

"Yan Jiecheng! You're such a loser! Don't disgust us by staying at home all day without doing any work. You just lie there like a paralyzed person. You're such a grown man, and you're not ashamed of it!"

Yan Jiefang threw down his bowl and chopsticks and pointed at Yan Jiecheng. The Yan family also looked at Yan Jiecheng with disgust.

The dining table at the Yan family was a mess. As soon as the dishes were served, Yan Jiecheng used chopsticks to dig in the plate, putting all the meat and dumplings into his own bowl. He did not follow Yan Bugui's rules at all and scooped a full bowl for himself.

Yan Jiecheng ate his dumplings nonchalantly, his voice a little sharp as he said, "Ashamed? Why should I be ashamed? This is what my father owes me."

Chapter 160: The Yan family wants to split up?

After hearing this, Yan Bugui's face showed a trace of conflict. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind for a long time, and finally stood up under the gaze of his family.

"Boss, I know I am sorry for your current situation, but you can't go too far." Yan Bugui has been shrewd for half his life, but he never expected that just a few kicks would almost destroy his family.

"Too much? I'm too much? Yan Bugui, are you getting senile and confused? I'm where I am today, and the Yan family is where they are today, all thanks to you!"

Yan Jiecheng stopped pretending; today he was determined to confront Yan Bugui. He couldn't stand the gossip anymore; his daily behavior was enough to arouse suspicion among the people in the courtyard.

After all, what young man in his twenties would lie at home every day, chatting and gossiping with the women in the yard like a chatterbox?

In addition, Xu Damao said that he was disabled, which made him frightened for a long time. He was suspicious all day long, afraid that others would laugh at him for being a good-for-nothing who couldn't even do that and was a hopeless case.

"Dad, why are you saying so much to him! He is already twenty years old. Divide the family and send him out!" Yan Jiefang instigated.

Yan Bugui was also very conflicted. Could it be that the family really had to split up?

When Yan Jiecheng heard Yan Jiefang talk about splitting up the family, he couldn't help but clench his fists. He had specifically chosen the New Year to cause trouble, precisely because he wanted to split up the family and use the money for medical treatment.

"Yeah, Dad, why do we keep this loser? He could do some work before, but now he can't do anything and you have to support him. He is so arrogant. Even if you raise a dog, it will wag its tail when it sees us." Although Yan Jiekuang is young, what he said is really hurtful.

With a whoosh, a porcelain bowl flew past Yan Jiekuang's ear and shattered into pieces on the wall, frightening him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yan Jiekuang, you want to be beaten again, right?" Yan Jiecheng held the porcelain bowl in his hand and pretended to throw it out again.

"Separate the family! Yan Jiecheng, I want to separate from you!" Seeing Yan Jiecheng's behavior, Yan Bugui could no longer tolerate it and proposed to separate the family. He could tolerate Yan Jiecheng's bullying at home, but he couldn't really do anything to his family.

If that blow had really hit Yan Jiekuang on the head, he would probably have been killed.

"Score it!"

Yan Jiecheng agreed immediately, this was his purpose.

"Old Yan, even if you want to split up the family, you should wait until after the New Year. Jie Cheng, you too, why would you talk about splitting up the family during the New Year? Can't you just wait until after the New Year?"

Yang Ruihua advised that there was nothing wrong with splitting up the family. Yan Jiecheng was in his twenties, so it was normal for him to split up the family. However, it would be too embarrassing to split up the family during the New Year.

"I'm also mad at this evil creature." Yan Bugui had a severe headache. He held his forehead with one hand and pointed at Yan Jiecheng with the other. "After the New Year, we will separate. But now, get back to the house and don't show up in front of me!"

Yan Jiecheng picked up a dumpling indifferently, put it in his mouth, turned around and went back to the house.

The Yan family members ate something hastily, barely filling their stomachs, and considered themselves done with the New Year's Eve dinner.

Lying on the bed, Yan Bugui sighed deeply.

"Old Yan, don't think too much and go to sleep." Yang Ruihua comforted him, but her tone was not so calm.

"I don't understand. Why did Jie Cheng become like this? How could he give up on himself? Look at him in the past. Even though he was missing limbs, he still had to go out to work and earn money. Why did he just...? Sigh!"

Yan Bugui couldn't understand why Yan Jiecheng couldn't work hard like other disabled people. Even if he couldn't do heavy work, he could do some light work.

If Yan Jiecheng knew this, he would definitely point at Yan Bugui's nose and curse, "They only lost their arms and legs, but I lost my happiness!"

Yan Bugui fell asleep with sighs, and he had a dream. In the dream, Yan Jiecheng was not disabled, and he married a smart and capable woman. Their family was harmonious, and Yan Jiecheng and his wife handed over all the money they earned to him. What a wonderful life.

Just after midnight, Jiang Fan opened his eyes, "System, sign in!" Ever since he discovered that the system would send him a big gift package during the Chinese New Year, he set it up to automatically sign in every day. Daily sign-ins rarely give good things.

Even when signing in for festivals like the Mid-Autumn Festival, most of the items he checked in were money, bills, and various daily necessities. There were some special items, but he couldn't use them for the time being.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for signing in successfully, and congratulations to the host for receiving a New Year gift package."

"Open."

"The New Year's gift package has been opened for the host. Congratulations to the host for receiving 1 Skill Light Sphere; congratulations to the host for receiving 10 kilograms of White Rabbit Milk Candy, 300 kilograms of rice and flour each, and a barrel of sesame oil; congratulations to the host for receiving 1000 yuan, 10 kilograms of gold, and several bills; congratulations to the host for receiving the Tomato Novel software..."

There weren't any big surprises. The supplies were just okay. Jiang Fan had plenty of food, but he had no interest in money right now. The only things that interested him were the skill orbs and the novel.

There is no need to say much about the skill light ball. It can help people master a skill out of thin air and give them the foundation to survive. But no one knows what skill this light ball will give. Last year's skill was driving skill. He learned how to drive from He Xinnian from the transport team and crossed the clear road.

"Come, let me see what's in the novel and whether it's updated at any time." Playing with the skill light ball in his hand, Jiang Fan opened the novel and started reading.

……

There were bursts of cannon fire again, and the first day of the 60th year officially arrived.

Jiang Fan yawned. He hadn't slept all night, but this novel was still so fascinating to him.

New Year's greetings were a must on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but they weren't a major event for the Jiang family. Their entire family was together, and any relatives were either gone or in Niujia Village. The relatives in Niujia Village weren't particularly close, so there wasn't much to greet.

In the courtyard, just greet a few neighbors.

Xu Damao got up early and took Lou Xiaoe to the door of the Jiang family to wish Jiang Daniu and others a happy new year.

"Uncle Jiang, Auntie, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Damao, Xiao'e."

Jiang Daniu helped Xu Damao and his wife, who were bowing to them, and took out two red envelopes from his pocket.

"Da Mao, take this. It's not much. Just to get good luck during the New Year. Come over next year with your kids, and I'll give you a big red envelope."

At this point, Xu Damao couldn't refuse and accepted the red envelope from Lou Xiaoe. "Thank you, Uncle Jiang. I will definitely bring my children here next year with your good wishes."

"Okay, then uncle'll be waiting for you, hahaha." Jiang Daniu laughed loudly. Because of the relationship between Jiang Fan and Xu Damao, Jiang Daniu usually regarded Xu Damao as a junior, but that was only limited to Xu Damao. He was still not interested in Xu Wude.

Chapter 161: Father and Son Betrayal

Xu Damao came to wish Jiang Daniu a happy new year, and the younger generations of the Jiang family also had to go to wish Xu Wude a happy new year.

Xu Wude was very happy to see so many people coming to greet him, and he was very envious of Jiang Daniu and Jiang Erniu.

The Xu family was not a single-line family, but it was also a small family. He was the only one still alive in his generation, and he was the only male in Xu Damao's generation, so the family line was almost extinct.

How could he not envy the Jiang family for having so many men? Especially since Jiang Ping'an had a son not long after getting married. If another twenty years passed, the Jiang family could be said to have four generations living under the same roof. He didn't know if he would have such a blessing.

Although the weather is cold, it still can't resist the people's enthusiasm. These two days can be said to be the busiest two days of the year, and the streets are full of people looking for relatives and friends.

Jiang Fan also accepted New Year greetings from his two apprentices at home.

Wang Zhong and Yang Xiong, two men who learned their trade from Jiang Fan at the scrap yard, are now full-time employees. Li Dajiang's business seems to have been recognized by higher-ups; it's been relatively stable for the past two years and is even showing signs of expanding.

Jiang Fan was initially a bit confused, but after thinking it over, he realized he'd been assuming things. While reselling supplies was a crime, refurbishing bicycles was considered resource recycling. As long as it wasn't excessive, the higher-ups wouldn't really care.

Ultimately, it's because the industrial foundation is not good enough. If Li Dajiang could refurbish a car, they could directly set up a new factory and let him be the factory director. But we still lack these things.

Although we can now manufacture cars, the output cannot keep up with the demand.

……

The second day of the Chinese New Year is the day to go back to my parents’ home.

Jiang Ping'an took Chen Qian and the child, rode a bicycle and left with some food.

Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e left with the tea they had received from Jiang Fan yesterday.

The same thing happened to Jia Dongxu and Sha Zhu. They took their families to the countryside, leaving only Jia Zhangshi alone, who was entrusted to Yi Zhonghai to take care of for a day.

By the morning, some people were leaving the yard and some were entering.

The Yan family also began to split up. Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi were all driven out, leaving only Yan Bugui, Yan Jiecheng and Yang Ruihua in the house.

"Impossible! I can't give you 80% of the money at home. I can only give you 10% at most."

"One percent? Are you sending out beggars? At least seventy percent, otherwise forget it. I will stay at home, eat your food, drink your drinks, and won't work for you." Yan Jiecheng said shamelessly.

"I don't think you really want to split up the family, so let's not split up. From now on, you should work at home. If you don't work, you won't have anything to eat."

"Alright, if you don't give me food, I'm going to cause trouble at your school. I want to see if you can keep your job if your school principal finds out who you are!"

"You dare!" Yan Bugui glared at Yan Jiecheng. For the first time, he felt the urge to throw Yan Jiecheng against the wall and gave birth to such a rebellious son.

Yan Jiecheng, on the other hand, looked nonchalant, like the New Year pig being slaughtered for the Lunar New Year, showing no fear at all. But then again, he had lost even his dignity as a man, so what was there to be afraid of?

Yan Bugui's face was gloomy and uncertain, and suddenly he showed a look of deep sorrow and grief, "Jie Cheng, you, how did you become like this?"

"Like this? Like what? I think I'm fine now. I've never felt so refreshed."

Yan Jiecheng smiled, looking like a gentleman. Just as he said, he felt refreshed, something he had never experienced before.

He had been Yan Bugui's son for twenty years and had been calculated against since he was a child. Every penny spent on him was recorded by Yan Bugui, waiting for him to pay it back slowly when he grew up.

After he became an adult, he repeatedly asked Yan Bugui to pay for him to get a job. He would pay the money back, even with interest. But Yan Bugui refused, for whatever reason. He had no choice but to go out every day to find work on the street, carrying heavy bags, earning a hard-earned living with no room for advancement.

But even so, he still has to pay Yan Bugui up to ten yuan for accommodation and food expenses every month, not to mention pension money. This is not the situation that a normal family should have.

You said Yan Jiecheng wouldn't mind handing over his pension money, saying it's the norm for everyone. But spending ten yuan is excessive. What about Yan Jiecheng's food and lodging? He sleeps in the same room with his two younger brothers, eats the same meals as everyone else, and even gets his pickles per root! Is that reasonable?

Renting a similarly sized house outside would only cost two or three yuan. Under normal circumstances, as long as he had a ticket, five yuan would fill him up, and with another two or three yuan, he could even have a few meals of meat. But what kind of food was served at Yan's house? Even a dog would shake its head if shown this.

The two continued arguing, their voices growing louder and louder, gradually attracting people in the front yard.

"What's going on with the Yan family? Why does it feel like they're arguing?"

"That sounds like it to me too. Why are they arguing on New Year's Day?"

"How can we not quarrel? Yan Jiecheng just lies around at home doing nothing all day, not earning any money. Do you think Yan Bugui can tolerate him?"

As everyone was talking, someone asked Yan Jiefang what happened in their family?

Yan Jiekuang spoke quickly and said that Yan Jiecheng wanted to split the family business.

This was a bombshell news that spread throughout the courtyard like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

Whether they had something to do or not, everyone went to the front yard. This was much more interesting than chatting together. Everyone wanted to see what the outcome would be.

The quarrel grew louder and louder, and the sound of pots and pans breaking could be heard from the Yan family. This made everyone a little frightened. They just wanted to watch the show, not to see anyone killed.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one wanted to take the initiative. In the end, Yi Zhonghai stood up and asked someone to go to the street office to find Director Wang, while organizing people to go in and control the situation.

However, because Jia Dongxu and Sha Zhu had gone back to their parents' home with their wives, his right-hand men were not around. The Jiang family had many people, but he could not order them around, so he could only greet the other people in the courtyard.

"Old Liu, let your third son go in with us to see what's going on."

"Okay, boss, second and third, follow me." Perhaps it was Liu Guangqi's return that gave Liu Haizhong great confidence. At this moment, he had some of the demeanor of the boss when he first became the manager.

When Liu Haizhong's huge body moved towards that station, the two brothers of the Yan family made way for him. If he didn't pay to be the gatekeeper, what was he risking his life for?

When Liu Haizhong opened the door, he saw Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng, one holding a rolling pin and the other holding a feather duster, fighting each other. Several bowls were broken on the ground. Yang Ruihua squatted on the ground, picking up the broken pieces with a distressed look on his face.

Chapter 162: Division

In the front yard, the neighbors gathered in a circle, eating melon seeds and peanuts, which was unusual for them, and muttering to themselves.

Director Wang stood in the middle, presiding over the division of the Yan family with a grim expression. Who could have imagined that they would have to work overtime during the Chinese New Year?

"Director Wang, this is what happened. We don't know the details, but we just heard the Yan family father and son arguing, saying they wanted to split up the family business. It was quite noisy, and we were afraid something might happen, so we came to you."

Yi Zhonghai stood behind Director Wang and explained the situation.

"Okay, I understand." Director Wang nodded and looked at the two parties involved.

"Yan Bugui, Yan Jiecheng, are you two sure you want to split up?"

"Split!" ×2

The two spoke in unusually firm tones, without a trace of emotion.