The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

Chapter 7 The Cellar
Seeing Xu Damao winking, he knew that this guy had been peeking a lot.

After a while, Qin Huairu was beaten in the room till he cried.

Yan Xiecheng is a sunny boy who is in his prime, how can he tolerate such filth, wish he could...

Forget it, Cao thief is good, but I can't do it.

The 16-year-old's body really couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly dragged Xu Damao to the backyard.

The two opened another bottle of wine, and talked about the topic just now for a long, long, long time...

After this incident, the relationship between the two went further, as if they had been friends for many years.

Yan Jiecheng understood in his heart, man, just such a little thing can be regarded as a big iron.

After all, Thief Cao had done it with Brother Yuan back then.

After finishing the two bottles of wine, around ten o'clock, the two were still talking, and the third mother came in.

"Da Mao, you should finish your drinking. I'm afraid that Xie is drunk and it's not safe to walk alone, so I'll come and have a look."

Yan Jiecheng looked at his mother's remarks, annoyed and funny.

If the third mom didn't have a small basin in her hand, Yan Jiecheng would have believed it.

Yan Jiecheng turned his head to look at Xu Damao, showing an embarrassed and apologetic look.

Ever since the third mother came in, Xu Damao's heart has been like a bright mirror.They are all old neighbors who know each other well.What's more, Xu Damao is a fine person, a social cow who can control people's hearts to death.

Seeing this, Xu Damao smiled and said to the third mom: "Third mom, you came at the right time. No, I just finished drinking with brother Xie Cheng."

Then, pointing to the dog meat and the little chicken left on the table, he said, "Look, I still have some meat left. If you don't mind giving Jiefang and Jiekuang a tooth-beating sacrifice."

The third mother naturally smiled and said: "Thank you, the third mother, Damao. Hey, the children haven't seen meat in half a year."

As he spoke, he quickly started to clean up the leftovers on the table.

The two walked to the house in the front yard, and the third uncle stood in the front yard and looked towards the hanging flower door from time to time, as if he could see something in the darkness.

"Hey, it's all meat and vegetables, good stuff. This Xu Damao is bloody local." Yan Bugui said excitedly.

"Put it up quickly, or the smell will go away."

Yan Jiefang hadn't slept yet, and when he was nine years old, he looked at the meat in the bowl and said, "Dad, I'll eat a piece."

"No, I can eat one more day tomorrow. What are you eating this big night? It's something you can't calculate."

Yan Jiecheng looked at the appearance of the second child's small arms and legs, then grabbed a bone from the basin, handed it to Yan Jiefang and said, "Eat it, don't eat too much at night, just eat this one."

The second child took the bone alone, sneaked into his and Yan Jiecheng's hut, and secretly went to eat the meat.

Yan Jiecheng looked at the sad face on the third master's face, and asked, "Dad, what's the matter? Why has your face been so sad recently?"

It stands to reason that Yan Jiecheng has found a job, and his salary is relatively higher than that of ordinary people.

It was said earlier that his salary was lower than the average salary in Forty-Nine City that year.Now it is said that the salary is a little higher than that of ordinary people.Isn't this inconsistent?

No contradiction, just a word, there are quite a lot of extraordinary people in Forty-Nine City.

The situation of the Yan family is much better than the original plot.In the original plot, until 65, Yan Bugui's salary of 27.5 yuan was still supporting the family.The key is that Yan Jiecheng has married a wife, and the daughter-in-law has not worked yet.Basically, it is the rhythm of one person feeding seven people.If it weren't for the brothers working as temporary workers, the Yan family would definitely starve to death.

In this way, the kind old man in the world of the heavens often said: "Old Yan, look at the five members of Qin Huairu's family, and they live on 27.5 yuan per person. We all need to help her and give her family money. Donate money. I'll make a sample first." Then he took out ten yuan.

The third master could only take out a dollar tremblingly.

This kind of good deed has always happened to the third master of the heavens and the world.

Think about how heartbroken the third master is.

Faced with the eldest son's inquiry, Yan Bugui carefully looked outside, seeing no one around, so he whispered the reason.

"Boss, these years, Xiaotian and Niang Xipi have come and gone in our Forty-Nine City. It was not until the year when the second child was born, that the new government was established, that they had a peaceful life."

"If it weren't for the careful calculations these years, the entire Yan family would have been dumped in a mass grave outside the city."

"It's hard to get non-staple food these days. The school teachers don't even exchange food stamps with me."

It turned out that Yan Bugui exchanged fine grain tickets with the teachers for coarse grain tickets.This way you can get more food.

"You must know that this is the twelfth lunar month. In previous years, it was the time when the supply was the most abundant."

"This year, too many things happened. At your cousin's house in the country, it is said that the yield per mu is [-] jin. Every family smashed pots to make steel, and everyone ate in the cafeteria. The whole countryside is eating Hesai. How much food will it cost? ?”

Yan Jiecheng knew about this large canteen.

All the newspapers saw was good news, with a bumper harvest of grain and great industrial growth.I imagine that there will be food brought to the production team. Many elderly people also have their own abacus. Eating big pot rice can save their own food at home, so that life will be better. Many people’s families are relatively difficult, and they hope that eating big pot rice can change it. , at least a little better than in the past.

However, everyone obviously thought too much.

"Xie Cheng, your dad and I have studied for a few years. There is no such reason for thousands of years. I don't feel very strong, and I always feel like something is going on."

After hearing Yan Bugui's words, Yan Jiecheng was also extremely shocked.No one should be underestimated, let alone those who survived the war.

Yan Jiecheng knew that next year would be the most difficult three years.

Due to the large-scale natural disasters suffered for several consecutive years, there was a comprehensive shortage of grain and non-staple food.Therefore, starting next year, their family will face the most serious difficulties since the birth of their second child.

Yan Jiecheng looked at Yan Bugui and said, "Dad, as the saying goes, don't panic if you have food in your hand. We don't care how the wind blows, as long as we have something to eat."

Yan Bugui whispered: "That's the problem. Now the city can't buy much food. Now all the food in the countryside is owned by the public, so it's not easy."

Yan Jiecheng thought about it, but there was no good solution.Then I thought about the next three years.If there is too little food, it is useless, and if there is too much food, there is nowhere to hide it.

"Dad, we have nowhere to hide the food. If others find out, it may become a disaster."

Yan Bugui didn't answer, but bowed his head and thought for a moment and said, "Boss, you are working now, and you are the boss of the family. I will tell you the truth. Our family has its own cellar."

Yan Jiecheng asked curiously, "Why didn't I know?"

Yan Bugui pointed to the south wall of the house.Buckle a board from the corner.There are actually steps below. Walking down the steps, the cellar area is not small.It is more than two meters high, and the ground looks like two or three square meters.

It appears that the cellar was previously built with the house.

Before Yan Xiecheng could take a closer look, Yan Bugui turned a wall from the side of the cellar, revealing a hidden space.

Whoa, good guy.There is also a secret room in this cellar.

I used to think that the west wing was small because of the influence of the corridor, but now I see Yan Jiecheng in the cellar, and I realize that it was originally to hide the cellar.

(End of this chapter)