Siheyuan: Craftsmen of a Great Country

Chapter 2 The Third Master Yan Bugui
  "Comrade, you are a bit unfamiliar, are you here to visit relatives?" Yan Bugui, who was guarding the gate, saw the young man in front of him smirking after entering the door, and couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Chen turned around and saw a thin middle-aged man with scrutinizing eyes looking at him through a pair of glasses repaired with white tape.

With such distinctive features, Jiang Chen naturally knew that this person was the third uncle of the courtyard, Yan Bugui.

At this time, the third uncle was looking at the bulging backpack on his back and the heavy box in his hand, his eyes shining.

I was thinking about how I could get some benefit from it.

Jiang Chen pretended not to know him, smiled and threw a flower to the third uncle: "Hello, I'm going home, and I will live here from now on."

Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Although the courtyard is full of animals, we can still be good neighbors as long as we don't offend ourselves.

Yan Bugui stretched out his hand and looked at it carefully, then put it in front of his nose and smelled it fiercely. He was reluctant to light it: "Oh, this cigarette is not cheap."

Most ordinary people have never even heard of Huazi.

But Sijiucheng is the capital after all, and people with regular jobs know a little bit about it, and even occasionally smoke one or two.

A box of Huazi can buy more than two kilograms of grain.

It’s just that most people’s monthly rations make it difficult to feed a family.

Everyone lives a tense life, and eating enough is the first priority. Most of the monthly income is used to solve the problem of food.

As for smoking, you must choose the cheapest one. How can ordinary families be willing to buy these cigarettes?

There is no need to think about the third uncle. His family is not short of money, but he is very picky.

My glasses are broken, please glue them on and continue using them.

As long as there is a bit of meat in the dish, it is considered a waste of money.

Jiang Chen smiled: "I don't have any other expenses. Apart from reading, my only hobby is smoking."

Jiang Chen lit it himself and threw the match to the third uncle.

Seeing this, Yan Bugui reluctantly put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it carefully, and took a nice puff. He closed his eyes and felt the taste of Huazi so much that he couldn't bear to spit out the cigarette.

He put the match into his pocket and said, "My name is Yan Bugui, a primary school teacher, a serious staff member, an iron rice bowl."

"I am also the third uncle of this courtyard. Normally, I and the first and second uncles have the final say on all matters of the courtyard. If you encounter anything in the courtyard in the future, just come to me."

Eaters are short-tongued, so the third uncle always had to say something nice, so he opened his mouth and told nonsense.

Anyway, it's not illegal to talk about it.

It also showed his status and at the same time hinted at Jiang Chen.

The moment Jiang Chen threw it out, he knew that this box of matches was probably a meat bun and would never come back: "Oh, it turns out to be Teacher Yan. Thank you for your hard work."

Yan Bugui frowned, this child looks quite smart, why can't he get the idea?

He pointed at the box and said, "What's in this bag and box? It looks quite heavy."

Jiang Chen smiled and said: "The box is full of books, some of various categories. If Teacher Yan needs it, I can lend it to you, but remember not to damage it."

"I worked hard to find these books."

In fact, some of these books were left by the original person, and most of the rest were bought by him on the way to the courtyard after getting off the train.

He wants to establish a persona that he loves reading, learning, and studying, so that it will be easier to explain anything new he comes up with in the future.

Yan Bugui didn't believe it: "It's all books?"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly: "Well, they are all books."

Yan Bugui sighed in his heart: "Others bring local specialties from their hometowns, but it's better for you to bring all the books."

"The last time Lao Zhang came back from his hometown, he gave me some points. I have always remembered them all these years. I am a person who repays every drop of kindness with a spring. I have given him a lot of convenience over the years."

The third uncle's hint became increasingly obvious.

Jiang Chen said: "There is a golden house in the book. What kind of local products can have valuable knowledge? Don't you think so, Teacher Yan?"

Yanbu Gui smiled and said: "That's true. As a teacher, my responsibility is to preach and learn and resolve doubts. Of course I know how valuable knowledge is."

I muttered to myself: This stupid young man is really out of his mind. It seems that he only has one cigarette and a box of matches. There is nothing else he can do!

Jiang Chen nodded: "Okay, if it's okay, I'll go home first."

Yan Bugui picked up the cigarette and took a shallow puff, not daring to take a deep breath, otherwise the cigarette would not be able to last for more than a few puffs.

Seeing that there was no benefit to be gained, the third uncle didn't want to waste any more time and was about to turn around and go back to the house. etc
  Come back home?

Yan Bugui's expression changed: "Wait, you said go home? Do you have a house here?"

If he remembered correctly, there was only one vacant room here.

Jiang Chen nodded: "Yes, my dad bought a house here and it has been empty for a few years. Now that I have come to Sijiu City, I am ready to settle here."

"By the way, do you know the specific location of Jiang Hai's house?"

Yan Bugui's face changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice: "What Jiang Hai, I don't know!"

Jiang Chen turned around and walked inside without commenting.

Anyway, there are only a few houses, so it’s not difficult to find them.

If it doesn't work, ask someone else.

Looking at Jiang Chen's back, Yan Bugui threw Zhonghua Zi to the ground and cursed: "Why does Jiang Hai have a son and let your son inherit your house?"

"If I had known, I would have asked them to empty out the things and turn the house into a warehouse. I have been taking care of him for so many years, but I have taken advantage of this kid, bastard!"

His house is small, and it is really inconvenient for an elderly couple and four children to squeeze into two small rooms.

He has been coveting the only vacant house in the yard for a long time.

It was the largest house in the courtyard, with two large rooms and one small room, totaling nearly 80 square meters.

After Jiang Hai left, this house has been empty.

He then set his sights on this house, and even discussed it with his eldest son Yan Jiecheng to give it to him for his wedding.

Of course it's not a free gift, it's calculated according to the market price.

Since the eldest son currently has no money, he can take out a mortgage and pay it off within five years. The total amount is equal to twice the house price.

He approached Director Wang of the subdistrict office more than once, hoping to allocate this apartment to his family, but he was rejected every time.

But he was not discouraged and kept looking after the house, not allowing others to move things or break the locks and put away debris.

In his heart, he has regarded the house as his own property.

But Jiang Chen's arrival made his hope even slimmer. For the third uncle who would suffer a loss if he didn't pick up money when he went out, it was no different from robbing his house.

The business with his son was gone, he had lost two to three hundred yuan out of thin air, and he had been guarding the house for many years. It was strange that he could be happy.

For a long time, Yan Bugui looked at the half-smoked Huazi on the ground, leaned over to pick it up, carefully wiped the cigarette butt, and put it into his mouth again.

Jiang Chen walked into the courtyard and saw a woman with a big belly washing dishes.

Plump and round, looking quite pretty.

Counting the days, Xiaodang will be born this year.

Then, the young woman in front of me should be Qin Huairu.

Jiang Chen didn't have a good impression of Qin Huairu, nor did he have any ill intentions toward Qin Huairu, who was crazy about sucking blood.

If you think about it, in that era a woman had to support a large family, and few people could do it better than Qin Huairu.

Just do your best.

White lotus or vampire, it has nothing to do with me.

He stepped forward and asked: "Sister-in-law, may I ask which house belongs to Jiang Hai?"

Qin Huairu raised her head in confusion, and when she saw the young man in front of her clearly, her heart couldn't help but tremble.

What a handsome young man.

But he soon returned to normal, his face turned red, and he pointed to the side and said, "It's the locked one. It's been empty for several years."

"you are?"

Jiang Chen said: "I am his son. I just came to Sijiu City and I will live here from now on."

Qin Huairu's heart moved again. Is this handsome guy going to be a neighbor?
  Of course, she didn't have many ideas, it was just people's instinct for beautiful things.

(End of this chapter)