Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 617

As night fell, every house in the courtyard was lit with lights.

He Yuzhu. No, he should be called Yi Yuzhu now.

After Yi Yuzhu had dinner at Yi's house, he wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth, said to the aunt, "Mom, I'm going for a walk," and left Yi's house with his hands behind his back.

Thinking of today's meal, Yi Yuzhu secretly rejoiced in his heart that he made the right choice.

Tonight, in order to celebrate Yi Yuzhu becoming a son, the first mother specially cooked an egg for Yi Yuzhu, and fried a plate of peanuts.

Yi Yuzhu had only one kind of food in the fence these days, and that was Xishui.

Xishui is to boil a large pot of water, put two small spoons of stick noodles in it, and stir it with a spoon, so that Xishui does not look like clear water.

Even if it is this kind of Xishui, each person can only get a spoonful, and they can't even get enough water.

After suffering for so many days, Yi Yuzhu naturally wanted to feast on such a sumptuous meal, and ended up getting full.

Strolling to the middle courtyard, Yi Yuzhu was about to plunge into the crowd under the old camphor tree, when he suddenly saw the lights in Xu Damao's house were dark, he felt a little strange.

What about Qin Jingru?

In the evening, he also saw Qin Jingru chatting with neighbors at the door of his house.

Qin Jingru has no relatives or friends in the capital, and is timid by nature. She rarely leaves home at night on weekdays.

Where did she go today?
Yi Yuzhu was doubting, and there was a burst of laughter from the side.

"Hey, tell me, when Yi Zhonghai and Big Mom pass away, will Yi Yuzhu be a filial son to them?"

"That must be of course, I didn't see that he is called Yi Yuzhu now, not He Yuzhu!"

"Hahaha"

Amidst the laughter, Silly Zhu felt a burst of embarrassment, curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "You are jealous that I have become the son of a master, Yi Zhonghai is an eighth-level fitter, with a monthly salary of 99 yuan, and those houses, The future will be mine, Yi Yuzhu, so envy you!"

After finishing speaking, he hummed a ditty and left contentedly.

Qin Jingru, who was missed by Yi Yuzhu just now, was lying on the kang of a house in the suburbs of Beijing.

Her face was flushed, dense sweat was oozing from her forehead, her hair was sticky and wet on her scalp, and she was panting heavily. It was obvious that she had just experienced a tragic war.

Beside her, Wang Weidong was shirtless, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, lit it, took a deep breath, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qin Jingru's strength is getting stronger and stronger. If he hadn't come up with five successes, maybe he really wouldn't be her opponent.

Smoking comfortably, Wang Weidong stretched out his arms to embrace Qin Jingru.

"You said just now that Xu Damao took two more gold bars and planned to give them to the secretary surnamed Huang?"

"Xu Damao has been doing things behind my back since he knew that I objected to his association with the person surnamed Huang. He didn't say clearly that it was for the person surnamed Huang, but before leaving home, he told me that he would drink tonight, and it might be very late. return.

Now only the secretary surnamed Huang can let him give gold bars and drink with him. "

When Qin Jingru said this, he let out a long sigh.

Ever since Wang Weidong said that the secretary surnamed Huang might be a liar, Qin Jingru has been advising Xu Damao not to daydream.

Qin Jingru didn't feel sorry for Xu Damao, but for the money of the Xu family.

She is Xu Damao's legal wife now, and Xu Damao's money is also her money.

She couldn't just watch the money being cheated away.

It's a pity that Xu Damao was crazy about becoming an official. Instead of obeying Qin Jingru's words, he started to use the gold bars left by Lou Xiao'e.

Oh, it really is hard to persuade the damn ghost.

Wang Weidong grabbed Qin Jingru's beautiful hair and smiled: "You don't have to persuade him anymore, he won't listen to you, it's best to find a way to find out the details of that surnamed Huang."

"That person seems to be called Huang Renfa, and he lives in Zhuxianqiao Hutong. This is what Xu Damao told me once when he was drunk."

Zhuxianqiao. Huang Renfa, Wang Weidong kept this name and address silently in his heart.

Since Xu Damao was willing to take out those little yellow croakers, it would be better to cheapen himself if the yellow man's hair is cheap.

Thinking of this, Wang Weidong raised his mouth slightly.

Qin Jingru turned over and was facing Wang Weidong. The two could feel the heat from each other.

"Brother Hong Chang, you haven't heard, Sha Zhu changed his name."

"What? Change your name?"

Wang Weidong was a little surprised, and sat up straight. In this way, Qin Jingru could only sit up, and the two faced each other frankly.

"That's right, he is called Yi Yuzhu now, and he has become Yi Zhonghai's son. It is said that in a few days, Yi Zhonghai will hold a grand ceremony to accept his son, and he will definitely invite all the residents of the compound to come. You go ?"

"Go, of course, I want to see the difference between Yi Yuzhu and He Yuzhu."

Wang Weidong was also stunned by Sha Zhu's coquettish manipulation.

In order to be someone else's son, he even changed his surname. The bottom line of a fool in this world seems to be lower.

Time is like a man in his 30s, getting shorter and faster.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day when Yi Zhonghai adopted his son.

This time, Yi Zhonghai had put in a lot of effort in order to completely tie Shazhu to his side.

The invited guests included not only the residents of the courtyard house, but also the factory leaders and street office officials.

Of course, Yi Zhonghai had other small plans. Since he was going to hold a big banquet today, these people must not come empty-handed. As long as they are shrewd in their calculations, they will definitely make a lot of money.

Speaking of calculating, Yi Zhonghai knew that he was not as good as Yan Bugui, so he entrusted Yan Bugui with the banquet.

Of course, this commission is not free.

Yi Zhonghai needed to pay Yan Bugui [-] cents as labor remuneration, and allowed Yan Bugui to bring the whole family to eat and drink for free at the banquet, and also allowed Yan Bugui to take the rest of the food home.

Yan Bugui was naturally overjoyed and took over the task. After Huang Xiaocui became pregnant, his family's expenses were too high. Every time the fish he caught fell into Huang Xiaocui's mouth, Yan Bugui and the third mother hadn't touched meat for half a month. Now, just in need of a feast to entertain and get paid for.

Taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others, Yan Bugui can be regarded as having professional ethics, and soon helped Yi Zhonghai plan the specific matters of the banquet.

First of all, there is the issue of gift money. In this day and age, the gift money given by neighbors at weddings and funerals is usually 1 yuan. Yi Zhonghai thinks this amount is a bit small, and it is just enough for the banquet.

He even pointed out that he could earn a sum of money by holding banquets!
At this time, Yan Bugui came up with a good idea, attached it to Yi Zhonghai's ear, and muttered for a while, Yi Zhonghai's eyes widened with excitement, and praised Yan Bugui on the spot for his shrewd calculation.

The second is the issue of banquets. In this day and age, banquets are usually held in state-run restaurants, and everyone has a lively meal.

It's just that the cost will be relatively high, and a table of banquets will cost at least ten yuan.

There are no big round tables in this era, and there are square tables in restaurants, which can only seat six people, even if it is squeezed, it can only seat ten people, which is just round and round, and the Yi family can't make any money at all.

Of course Yi Zhonghai was unwilling to adopt this method.

So, Yan Bugui came up with an idea, you can invite the cook to come to the courtyard, and then arrange the banquet by yourself.

If it is all vegetarian dishes, the cost of a table of dishes is only one yuan and fifty cents.

Although Yi Zhonghai wanted to earn more money, but considering that there were factory leaders and street office officials participating this time, he couldn't do too much, or it would have a bad influence on him.

So I decided to add a meat dish to each table, and the cost was two yuan.

Even if there are six people at a table, he can earn four yuan.

Since Shazhu is the protagonist of this banquet, he is not suitable to be a cook, so Yan Bugui can only invite Nanyi from the machinery factory.

And, with a few children in the family, they bought vegetables and meat from the vegetable market.

After several days of busy work, Yan Bugui was finally able to set up a table in front of the courtyard today and began to accept gifts.

Early in the morning, a resident came back from the outside, saw Yan Bugui sitting there, and asked curiously: "Third Master, what are you doing!"

"Today is Lao Yi's day to adopt his son, and a banquet is going to be held." Yan Bugui said, pointing to the few 1-yuan bills on the side: "Did you see it? The gift money is 1 yuan per family."

1 yuan is a normal price. The residents originally thought that Yi Zhonghai would take the opportunity to bite off a piece of meat from them, but now that they only need 1 yuan, they didn't hesitate much.

"Third Master, write down my name."

After handing over 1 yuan, the resident asked casually, "Where is the banquet held? Quanjude or Donglaishun?"

"What are you thinking! You still want to go to a big restaurant with your 1 yuan?" Yan Bugui supported the frame of his glasses, and said with a serious expression: "Now the domestic supplies are scarce, and the above advocates diligence and thrift. In order to respond to the call of the above, Uncle Yi decided to hold a banquet by himself in our compound."

The face of the resident who "do it by yourself" turned ugly for a moment, and he muttered in his heart: Why respond to the call from above, it is obviously to save money.

But it's only 1 yuan, as long as you can eat enough, you don't have to worry about that much.

"That's okay, I'll attend on time at noon."

In recent years, with the rise of Wang Weidong in the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai's reputation has become more and more bad. Residents were unwilling to attend the banquet held by him, but Yan Bugui set up a table at the entrance of the courtyard. He went up to stop them.

In this case, in order not to hurt the face of the other party, the residents can only hold their noses and pay one yuan.

One piece, two yuan, 15 yuan. Yan Bugui counted the money, feeling very happy.

However, when he thought that the money would have to be handed over to Yi Zhonghai later, his good mood suddenly disappeared.

Yan Bugui also wanted to keep some of the money quietly, but he knew that Yi Zhonghai was an old fox, and even though the power had been handed over to him on the surface, someone must be secretly watching him behind the scenes.

Just wait for him to make a mistake, and then take the opportunity to hack the fifty cents reward.

Thinking of this, Yan Bugui could only put the money in a box made of pasted up newspapers in embarrassment.

Not far away, Da Ma hid behind a big tree, seeing Yan Bugui's actions, a disappointed expression appeared on her face.

Old Yan, how can you be so conscious!

Near noon, the factory manager Yang came with a group of factory leaders.

Yi Zhonghai is an eighth-level fitter, and he has a certain status in the factory. In addition, the big guys have never seen how to adopt a son. After hearing about it, they all found it strange, so they came here to watch the excitement.

Although Yan Bugui didn't know Director Yang, he felt that he was extraordinary from his clothes and the attitude of the people around him.

He quickly stood up, nodded and bowed, with a smile on his face: "Hello, leader."

"This is the courtyard house, I'm Lao Yang from the rolling mill, and I'm here to attend Comrade Yi Zhonghai's banquet."

Factory Manager Yang looked Yan Pugui up and down, his eyes fell on the stack of coins, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "Why, do you still want to accept gift money?"

"Ah this."

Yan Bugui saw that Director Yang's expression was not right, so he quickly explained in a low voice: "Everyone may not be clear, the son that Uncle Yi adopted this time has caused a lot of trouble recently. For this banquet, Uncle Yi originally wanted to adopt It's all free, but his current financial situation is a little bit bad, so it's "

Director Yang was just asking casually, and he also knew something about Sha Zhu's situation, so he was relieved immediately.

Smiling: "In that case, I will do as the Romans do. By the way, how much is the gift money?"

"Twenty dollars."

"Okay, this is my share, you put your name on the list."

"well."

Seeing that Factory Manager Yang gave out the gift money, the factory leaders behind him also took out the money from their pockets and handed it over to Yan Bugui.

After a while, Yan Bugui received seven or eight yuan.

Rubbing the money, the corners of Yan Bugui's mouth curled up slightly, Lao Yi, Lao Yi, you have to thank me this time, if it wasn't for me, how could you earn so much money.

Well, after the banquet is over, I have to ask Lao Yi for a little labor reward.

Yan Bugui was thinking about it when a strange voice came from afar.

"Oh, I didn't expect such a shameful thing, Shazhu would have the nerve to hold a banquet."

Without raising his head, Yan Bugui knew that it was Xu Damao who came over.

In the courtyard, apart from him, no one would deserve such a beating.

Raising his head, Yan Bugui was about to blame Xu Damao, but couldn't help but gasped.

"Oh, Da Mao, what's wrong with your face, it seems to be a little swollen."

He sniffled and stared wide-eyed: "My good fellow, there is such a strong smell of alcohol, Da Mao, how much alcohol did you drink last night?"

"I drank seven, eight or ninety bottles." Xu Damao raised his eyelids, thought for a moment, and waved his hand impatiently: "I can't remember!"

Last night, Xu Damao invited Secretary Huang to have dinner at the tavern. To show his respect, Xu Damao toasted Secretary Huang one cup after another. After a short while, he was knocked down, and it was already morning when he woke up again.

Xu Damao was about to leave the tavern when he was stopped by the waiter who just went to work in the morning.

Last night, after Xu Damao got drunk, Secretary Huang actually ordered another seven bottles of Moutai.

No. Maybe I drank those seven bottles of Moutai?
Xu Damao was already drunk at that time, so he really didn't understand.

Seeing Xu Damao like this, Yan Bugui clicked his mouth: "Da Mao, don't blame the uncle for talking too much. If you drink like this, you will get seriously ill sooner or later."

(End of this chapter)