Siheyuan: Start with a big car

After a while, the courtyard fell into peace again.

Although the Yan family and the Jia family are now at loggerheads, they have not fallen out with each other and will still greet each other when they meet.

Yan Jiecheng has been in a good mood these two days because the third uncle found Wang, the matchmaker from the compound next door, and introduced a new partner to Yan Jiecheng. Today is the day they meet.

The morning sun shone through the window onto Yan Jiecheng's bed, and he was woken up early by the third uncle. The third uncle took out a set of clean and tidy clothes from the closet with a serious face and handed it to Yan Jiecheng: "Jiecheng, today is a big day, you have to dress yourself up. The first impression is very important, you have to leave a good impression on the girl." Yan Jiecheng took the clothes with a smile, and said while putting them on: "Dad, don't worry, I know what to do."

The third uncle looked at Yan Jiecheng dressed neatly, and reminded him worriedly: "Also, in order to make this happen, matchmaker Wang told the girl that you are a worker in the lumber mill. You must not let it slip. If you mess up, it will be difficult to find a partner in the future." Yan Jiecheng patted his chest and assured: "Dad, don't you still believe me? I will definitely not let it slip, just wait and see."

Are you kidding? He is Yan Jiecheng. How could he ever make any mistakes?

The third aunt looked at Yan Jiecheng's confident look and felt a little worried. She couldn't help but persuade him again: "Jiecheng, don't take it lightly. Finding a partner is a lifelong event, you have to be careful. When you meet the girl, you have to be polite. Don't be careless like usual. You have to be polite. Also, don't just talk all the time by yourself, but listen to what the girl has to say."

Yan Jiecheng was immersed in his own fantasy, and suddenly became a little impatient after being nagged by the third aunt. He frowned and said stiffly: "Oh, Mom, I know. You have told me so many times, I am not a child, do you still need to remind me so repeatedly? I know what I am doing."

When the third aunt heard this, she felt a little aggrieved. She was also doing this for Yan Jiecheng's own good. "My child, I am worried about you. If you mess up, don't come back crying."

"Okay, okay, I won't mess it up. Stop nagging here. The more you talk, the more upset I get." Yan Jiecheng said as he walked towards the door, not wanting to listen to the third aunt's nagging anymore.

The third aunt looked at Yan Jiecheng's back, sighed helplessly, turned to the third uncle and said, "This child is getting more and more disobedient as he grows older. I'm just worried that he'll make a mistake, but he thinks I'm nagging."

The third uncle shook his head: "Forget it, the child is grown up and has his own ideas. We have said everything we need to say. I hope everything goes smoothly for him today.

The third uncle and Yan Jiecheng came to the lively courtyard of Wang the matchmaker. As soon as they entered the door, they could hear Wang the matchmaker's hearty laughter coming from the house.

The third uncle shouted into the house with a big smile on his face: "Matchmaker Wang, we are here." Matchmaker Wang came out of the house, wearing brightly colored clothes, with a bright hairpin in her hair, and the wrinkles on her face were all smiling. "Oh, it's you two, come in quickly."

After entering the house, the third uncle took Matchmaker Wang's arm, pulled her aside, and whispered, "Matchmaker Wang, today's matter depends entirely on you. You know our Jie Cheng, he is a good boy, but sometimes he is not very good at speaking. Wait a minute, you have to say a few good words for him to make the girl more moved."

Matchmaker Wang patted the Third Uncle's hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I've been doing this for so many years. What kind of scenes have I not seen? I will definitely describe your family to the heavens and guarantee that the girl will like it. However, you have to do your best to be a good matchmaker and don't let down at the critical moment."

Yan Jiecheng was listening at the side and muttered somewhat dissatisfiedly: "Auntie Wang, just wait and see, I can definitely get that girl." There was an inexplicable confidence in his tone, as if he was absolutely sure of himself.

The third uncle glared at Yan Jiecheng and said, "Hey kid, stop talking big and behave yourself." Yan Jiecheng curled his lips and said nothing more.

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Matchmaker Wang's eyes lit up: "Oh, it should be the girl. You two should get ready." The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Yan Jiecheng straightened his back unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the door.

The door was gently pushed open, and a girl appeared in front of everyone. She had a graceful figure, fair skin, a pair of big eyes as bright as stars, and lips as beautiful as cherries under her high nose bridge. Her long black hair was neatly combed behind her head. She exuded a fresh and refined temperament. She was really beautiful.

Matchmaker Wang pulled the girl over with a smile on her face and said to Yan Jiecheng, "Jiecheng, this is Miss Zhou Fang that I told you about. She is a worker in a textile factory. As you know, the textile factory is a good place. Miss Zhou Fang works very hard there and can earn a steady salary of 35 yuan every month."

When the third uncle heard this, his eyes lit up immediately. In his opinion, this girl was a formal employee with a considerable income. If she could be with Yan Jiecheng, it would be the best. He was so excited that the wrinkles on his face relaxed. He kept winking at Yan Jiecheng, as if to say, "This is a rare good girl. You must seize the opportunity and wink her."

Yan Jiecheng stared at Zhou Fang with his eyes wide open, secretly admiring the girl's beauty. After hearing about the girl's situation, his already arrogant mentality swelled even more, and he felt that he was really lucky today to meet such a good girl. He cleared his throat, put on what he thought was the most charming smile on his face, and walked towards Zhou Fang, ready to show off.

He took a step forward and said with a confident look: "Hello, Miss Zhou Fang. I am the workshop director of the sawmill and I am in charge of quite a few people." As he spoke, he observed Zhou Fang's reaction out of the corner of his eye, expecting to see a hint of admiration in her eyes.

However, after hearing his words, Zhou Fang's eyes flashed with doubt. It turned out that Zhou Fang had a relative working in the timber factory. She had heard her relative talk about various things in the factory and had heard of all the workshop directors, but she had never heard of the name Yan Jiecheng. Zhou Fang frowned slightly and doubted what Yan Jiecheng said, but out of politeness, she did not refute it immediately, but just looked at Yan Jiecheng quietly, waiting for him to continue.

The third uncle heard Yan Jiecheng's words and thought to himself that it was not good. He glared at Yan Jiecheng fiercely, but he couldn't expose him in person. He could only worry and hope that Yan Jiecheng could realize his mistake and make peace. Matchmaker Wang also noticed that the atmosphere was a little wrong. Her smile froze for a moment, but she still tried to make peace: "Haha, Jiecheng is a promising kid. He became the workshop director at such a young age. He must have a bright future." But there was a trace of guilt in her words. Yan Jiecheng's words became more and more outrageous. He didn't notice the doubt in Zhou Fang's eyes at all, and continued to boast with a beaming face: "Miss Zhou Fang, if you follow me, you will definitely have a good life in the future. I know a lot of people in this area, especially those children from the big courtyards, all of whom are capable. I have a close relationship with them. As long as I say something, what can't be done? As for your matter in the textile factory, I can just find someone to make some moves and let you become a leader easily."

Zhou Fang listened to Yan Jiecheng's nonsense and her impression of him became worse. She thought, how could this man be so unreliable? He started to brag as soon as they met and made everything sound so simple. He was simply fooling her like a fool. Zhou Fang smiled faintly, but her eyes became cold: "Comrade Yan, you are really capable. But I think it is most practical to get promoted through my own efforts. Besides, I don't want to have a good life. I just want to live a stable life."

Yan Jiecheng was somewhat at a loss for words after Zhou Fang's lukewarm response. He was about to explain something when the third uncle pulled him aside and whispered, "Stop talking nonsense and have a good chat first."

Yan Jiecheng finally realized what was happening. He scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Comrade Zhou Fang, I may have exaggerated just now. I just wanted to express that I have the ability to make you live a good life. I am actually a very honest person. It's just that when I saw you, I was so nervous that I couldn't speak clearly."

Zhou Fang looked at him and just nodded slightly without saying anything. The atmosphere was still a little awkward. Seeing this, Matchmaker Wang quickly smiled and said, "Haha, this is your first meeting, it's normal to be nervous. Come, let's eat some fruit and talk about something light." As she said that, she pushed the fruit plate in front of Zhou Fang and Yan Jiecheng.

The third uncle also echoed: "Yes, yes, eat some fruit and chat slowly." As he spoke, he signaled with his eyes that Yan Jiecheng should behave well and not make any more mistakes.

Yan Jiecheng secretly groaned in his heart. He knew that his performance just now had left a bad impression on Zhou Fang. Now he had to find a way to redeem himself.
Yan Jiecheng's eyes rolled around, and he felt that he had found a new breakthrough, and he began to speak eloquently again: "Comrade Zhou Fang, you may think that I was just bragging, but I am not talking nonsense. I have known Deputy Director Chen of your textile factory for a long time, and we have a very good relationship. As long as you marry me, I can immediately say hello to him and let you be a leader in the factory. Then, you don't have to work so hard in the workshop anymore."

When Zhou Fang heard this, her disgust towards Yan Jiecheng increased even more.

He sneered, "Comrade Yan Jiecheng, I have worked in the textile factory for so long, and I know all the leaders in the factory very well. There is no deputy director named Chen. You have to make up a more credible lie."

Yan Jiecheng was stunned, his face turned red, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but found that he couldn't find a suitable reason. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

The third uncle was also at a loss for what to do with this sudden situation. He glared at Yan Jiecheng, then said to Zhou Fang with an apologetic smile, "Miss Zhou Fang, this... this may be a misunderstanding. Jiecheng must have remembered it wrongly. He is just a confused kid sometimes. Let's not let this little thing ruin our relationship. Let's talk about something else."

Zhou Fang originally thought that even if she didn't like Yan Jiecheng, she would just deal with this blind date, but now Yan Jiecheng's lies made her unbearable and she decided not to pretend anymore. She stared at Yan Jiecheng with sharp eyes and asked in a cold tone: "Yan Jiecheng, stop talking nonsense. Which lumber mill do you work in? If you keep talking nonsense, I will not be polite."

Yan Jiecheng was flustered by Zhou Fang's sudden questioning. He had never worked in the lumber mill, so how could he know these things? But since things had come to this point, he could only bite the bullet and continue to make up stories: "I... I'm in the fifteenth workshop of the lumber mill." His voice trembled a little because of his guilty conscience, and his eyes began to wander.

Zhou Fang was even more angry when she heard this. She raised her voice and said, "Humph, you are lying with your eyes open. I have relatives in the timber factory. I know very well that there are only eight workshops in the timber factory. Where did you come from, the fifteenth workshop? Who are you? Why are you deceiving everyone here?"

Seeing the situation take a turn for the worse, the Third Uncle and Matchmaker Wang hurried to remedy the situation.

Matchmaker Wang also echoed, "Yes, yes, Miss Zhou Fang. This guy sometimes just cares about his reputation and doesn't know what to say. Give him another chance and let's talk again." As she spoke, she tried to pull Zhou Fang's arm.

Zhou Fang suddenly shook off Matchmaker Wang's hand, her eyes full of anger: "Matchmaker Wang, you are also a disrespectful old man. I thought you had some reputation in this area, so I believed you and came to meet this man. I didn't expect that you would team up to deceive me. Look at him, full of lies. What do you think of me? Am I a fool who can be fooled by you?" Zhou Fang was so angry that she was shaking all over, and her fingers pointing at Matchmaker Wang were trembling slightly.

Matchmaker Wang's face turned pale and blue after being scolded by Zhou Fang. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do: "Ms. Zhou Fang, I... I just meant well. I really didn't expect it to be like this."

"Good intentions? You are trying to trick me!" Zhou Fang yelled, and then she glared at Yan Jiecheng fiercely, with undisguised disgust in her eyes. Then, she ignored everyone and turned around and walked quickly towards the door, leaving only an angry back.

Matchmaker Wang was so angry that her face turned red. She pointed at Yan Jiecheng's nose and cursed: "Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiecheng, I have been a matchmaker all my life, and I have never seen anyone like you. I introduced you to someone because of my friendship with your uncle, but you are making up stories here and making me lose face! My reputation in this life was almost ruined by you."

The third uncle also sighed at the side. He glared at Yan Jiecheng and said, "You bastard, you always like to brag. This time, you've caused a disaster. Where can I put my face?"

Yan Jiecheng was annoyed and said angrily: "Isn't she just a small textile worker? What's so great about her? I, Yan Jiecheng, will marry a female leader in the factory in the future."

Uncle Three: “…” (End of this chapter)