The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

Chapter 20
For Yan Jiecheng's East Wing Room, Yan Pugui had already found a craftsman to repair it.

They are all people who used to pick up jobs on the street.

It's a pair of father and son. The son is the same age as Yan Jiecheng, and it seems that he has been working with him for several years.

The east wing room has a layout of one bright, two dark and three bays.

The open room in the middle is where the door is opened to enter. It belongs to the hall, and Yan Jiecheng plans to use it as a dining room and living room.

Two alludes to the location of the two windows on either side of the door.

One for the kitchen and one for the bedroom.

Not counting as a study room, just right.

Yan Jiecheng's eyes were on the inverted room next to the east wing.

The house is not big, only a dozen square meters.

However, if the wall between the bedroom and the bedroom is opened, it will be very comfortable as a study.

This room is now lived in by Lao Zhou, a cleaner in the rolling mill.

I can only figure it out slowly.

According to Yan Xiecheng's request, the walls of the house were repainted.

The interior is bright with whitewash.

It is an old-fashioned way to paint the walls outdoors with blue ash. According to the father and son, blue ash is more resistant to frost and dirt than white ash.

The ground turned out to be bumpy.

The kitchen, dining and living room are all leveled and paved with large green bricks.

The bedroom Yan Xiecheng requires wooden floors to be laid.

Now there are no finished products, all handmade by father and son looking for friends.

It is a full five centimeters thick, and the surface is polished and smooth. There are mortise and tenon joints between each piece, as if they are one.

All the doors and windows of the house have been replaced with new ones, and the roof has been cleaned up and some damaged tiles have been replaced.

Yan Jiecheng used to watch the house change day by day.I just didn't expect it to be cleaned up so quickly.

Looking at the brand-new house, he was very happy.

After all, the meaning of a house to Chinese people, especially future generations, is really beyond words.

The house has just been repaired and cannot be lived in yet.

Leave it for a month to taste it.It's just right to wait for the Chinese New Year holiday to move in.

Man, I have my own house.Can't help but plan.

Yan Jiecheng is already thinking about this meeting: buy a sofa for this place, and a desk for that place...

"Boss, how about taking a look?"

Seeing Yan Xie like this, Yan Bugui asked triumphantly from the sidelines.

"That's what I said, Dad, you look at the clean up, just one word, it's blocked."

"Hey, it's up to you to say, you don't know how expensive rice is if you are not in charge, and you spent a full 81 yuan and [-] cents on this."

"Isn't it the money I gave you? Why do you always feel bad?"

Yan Bugui covered his heart, and said: "Your money is not money? You have a lot of things to do, and you need a wooden floor, which is a full 30 yuan more than blue bricks."

"It's more than my monthly salary."

Yan Jiecheng looked at Yan Bugui and didn't speak.

Bah, old...

Pfft, um... this old man is really cute.

Yan Jiecheng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yan Pugui firmly and said, "Dad, I already know."

"what do you know?"

Yan Bugui was puzzled.

Yan Jiecheng thought to himself: What do I know?
I know you're old...cute pretending to be pitiful.

I know your salary is not 27 yuan and five!

I know you lied to me, what else can I know?
Yan Jiecheng also ignored Yan Bugui, let him think for himself.

Turning around, I studied my own room. I had a lot of plans, but I didn't have enough money.

I just received my salary for a month and a half, and I earned bonuses and odd jobs. The total is not much, and I have spent a lot recently.

The remaining more than 100 people still need to store grain.

I haven't been to Zuojiazhuang for more than half a month, and I guess it's in stock again.There should be news from Xu Damao soon.

and so…

"Dad, I went to my cousin's house recently, you have to give me money this time."

"Don't refuse in a hurry, I will settle the account for you first."

Yan Jiecheng made calculations for a while, and Yan Bugui was so distressed that he died, but he also felt that what his boss said was reasonable.

"Okay, I'll ask your mother to get you 50 yuan later."

Don't worry, let me warn you.

"You have to save some money and calculate."

"Look at what you said, Qian is also my own father!"

Yan Bugui knocked Yan Jiecheng on the dog's head and scolded: "Hey, according to what you're saying, I'm not your real father anymore?"

Yan Jiecheng avoided laughing and said: "If you give money, you will be father, if you don't give money. You are old man Yan."

"Okay, I've become Old Man Yan. Stay where you are when you're cool."

The two chatted for a few words, and Yan Bugui helped plan it.

Of course, the main thing is to teach how to decorate and save money. The old furniture there is cheap and easy to use.

In the evening, Yan Jiecheng's family had dinner, and he helped Yan Jiefang with his homework.

This guy is terrible at arithmetic.

It's okay, Yan Bugui asked him to make up for the second child.

After all, as the Yan family, what's the point of not being good at math?

In the future, how will the small abacus be pulled and calculated.

Yan Jiefang has caught up with the good times, and now the 9-year primary and secondary school system.

Five years of primary school, two years of junior high school, and two years of high school.

This kind of counterproductive growth has little effect on people with different talents.

However, most people really can't finish learning so much content.

Learning still takes one step at a time.

Can't keep up step by step, can't keep up step by step.

Especially mathematics, that is like a bible.

Fortunately, Yan Jiefang is nine and a half years old this year and is still in the third grade of elementary school, so it doesn't have any influence.

His grades are poor, and he is purely playful.

Under Yan Jiecheng's threat of force and the temptation of snacks, he has already learned how to calculate fractions.

Even, you can ask for an unknown number.

These days it's not mathematics, it's arithmetic.

Features are: light concept, heavy calculation.

It is very suitable for Lao Yan's family!

It's strange to say that Yan Jiefang is not very good at other things, but he is really good at calculating.

One go to five to four, two to five to three, three to five to two, four to five to one.

Open your mouth, and the formula will come.

"Boss, give Jiefang a good review. It's almost the end of the term. If you fail the math test again, you will repeat the grade and spend another year of tuition."

"Mom, I only missed two points in math in the midterm exam. I will definitely pass this time."

If you don't mention Yan Xie's family, it's the silly Zhu's family in the middle court.He Yushui is already a 17-year-old girl, so the siblings naturally slept in separate rooms early.

He Yushui's house is next to Da Ye's house on the east side.

Silly Zhu lived alone in the largest room in the hospital.

Inside the house, seeing the dead of night, Silly Zhu closed the door and carefully took out a strip of white material from under the pillow.

Touching it carefully, it seems like a treasure that has been treasured for many years.

Early that morning, Sha Zhu found this on the ground.

No need to think about it, Silly Zhu knows that Xu Damao must be here to disgust him.

There is no one but him for this kind of immorality.

He was about to throw the tongs into the stove, but he stopped because he looked like Qin Huairu.

Shazhu went to Jia Dongxu's house a few days earlier, and this was the one that caught the cold.At that time, Sha Zhu secretly glanced at it several times.

Silly Zhu stayed, thinking about returning it to Qin Huairu one day.But the ones who come and go have been kept in his room for several days.

Silly Zhu kept it under the bed all the time. One night, out of curiosity, he took it out and looked at it...

As the saying goes: love doesn't know where it started, it goes deep... once it gets out of hand...

(End of this chapter)