The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

This Yan Bugui really deserves to be considered a dead grass, unexpectedly thinking of going to a car repair shop to save a car.

In this era, materials are scarce, especially steel and rubber, so the production of bicycles is naturally limited.So the above allocates bicycles by issuing bicycle tickets.

Bicycle tickets are limited and cannot meet people's travel needs.

So, Comrade Boss of the car repair shop used his brains.

Bicycles are broken, and most parts need to be replaced. The repair shop can get a lot of parts from the bicycle factory every year.

They mixed these accessories with old accessories and started a business of saving bicycles.

Of course, this kind of business can only be done secretly, and generally only accepts reservations from acquaintances.

This Yan Bugui must have given fish to the old Zhangtou of the car repair shop.

Li Donglai knocked on the door in disbelief.

After a loud "clang" sound, there was silence in the room.

After a long time, a timid voice came from inside: "Who, who is outside?"

"I, Li Donglai, third master, are you asleep?"

After the sound of trivial footsteps, the door opened with a 'squeak'.

Yan Bugui poked his head out from the inside, looked left and right, and after confirming that Li Donglai was the only one, he let out a long sigh of relief.

With an unconcealable distress on his face, he asked in a trembling voice, "Dong Lai, it's so late, what do you do?"

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Chapter 135 Yan Bugui Was Beaten

Li Donglai looked over Yan Bugui's shoulder and saw that Yan Jiefang was picking up his bicycle, and he felt relieved all of a sudden.

Dare to feel that the bicycle fell down just now, no wonder Yan Bugui felt so distressed.

"Third Master, I may have to make do with your main room for a few days at night, um, it will probably take about a week."

"what?"

After listening to Li Donglai explain the ins and outs of the matter, Yan Bugui looked a little hesitant, he hesitated and said: "Donglai, you also know that your third uncle has a lot of people in his family, and there are few rooms, and there is no place to sleep."

Seeing the sparkle in his small eyes behind the plastic glasses frame, Li Donglai naturally understood what he meant.

He took out fifty cents from his pocket.

"Oh, we are all neighbors, so I can charge you money. Let others know, it's not like hitting your third uncle in the face!"

He took out another fifty cents.

"Look, this child is really real, even if you don't pay, can the third master let you sleep outside?"

When Yan Bugui saw the money, his eyes were straightened, and he grabbed the money with his hand, but he didn't pull it after two pulls.

Li Donglai: "I'm in bed!"

Now that the money has been paid, naturally he can no longer sleep in the main room.

"Okay, sleep on the bed!" Yan Bugui grabbed the money, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and shouted to Yan Jiefang in the back room: "You kid sleeps in the main room at night, give up the bed to Brother Donglai."

"Why me? You took Donglai's money, so you should sleep in the main room." Yan Jiefang opened the curtain and came out muttering, looking unwilling.

"Tomorrow if you use the bicycle, the price will increase from 1 cent to 1 yuan." Yan Bugui put his hands behind his back and ignored Yan Jiefang.

"Don't mind!" Yan Jiefang softened all of a sudden.

He has just been hired by the fitter workshop of the rolling mill and will start work next month.

Taking advantage of this gap, he planned to go to the park with Yu Li to go on a few more dates so that he could take her down.

How boring without a bicycle.

"Okay, I like sleeping in the main room the most. The air is good and the space is big. Don't take it from me!"

After speaking, without waiting for Yan Bugui's order, he rushed into the room to tidy up the bedding.

Yan Bugui sat down slowly, picked up the enamel jar, took a sip, and said to Li Dong with a sullen expression: "Children, we must educate them from an early age to be self-reliant. Look at how good and sensible these children of my family are. "

As he said that, his small eyeballs rolled around, as if thinking of something, he bent over and licked his face and smiled: "Dong Lai, I heard that you pay them 2 yuan a day for those workers who work in mine belts. How about you fire them?" One or two, let Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiecheng stand on top."

"Don't worry, with me watching, they will definitely work hard."

Li Donglai was stunned by his brain circuit.

Let two half-grown boys who have never used a woodworking planer or build a knife to help decorate the house, what kind of joke are they making?

Yan Bugui is not afraid of exhausting his two sons, but he is afraid of ruining those terrazzo!

Immediately he refused: "Third Master, my house is all-inclusive, and the decoration costs and materials are all paid to Shishilei. If you want Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiekuang brothers to work as laborers, you must, need Shigeri's consent."

"Oh, you kid, you just don't know how to live." Yan Bugui clicked his tongue twice, shook his head and said, "You can save a lot of money if you buy the materials yourself and only pay for the style Lei!"

Li Donglai smiled lightly and did not speak.

Xiang Lei is a master chef who has repaired the palace, and his craftsmanship is superb. A little extra money is worth it.

If Yan Bugui is so calculating, who would dare to decorate his house.

Yan Bugui had just spent so much money on bicycles, and his heart was distressed, thinking about earning the money back as soon as possible.

Seeing that the proposal failed, he rolled his eyes and thought of another good idea.

"Donglai, why don't you let the younger sister come to sleep too. I'll let Yan Jiedi sleep next to your third mother."

"I'll ask my little sister about this tomorrow."

At this time, Yan Jiecheng had already carried the quilts into the main room, and Li Donglai also returned to his own room, carrying the quilts.

The next day, when Li Donglai was having dinner, he asked the little sister where she slept at night, and Li Xiaomei said that she was determined to sleep with sister He Yushui.

Yan Bugui was very disappointed when he heard the news.

In order to earn more money and own a bicycle, he decided to expand his business.

Li Donglai also told Ding Qiunan about his temporary stay at Yan Bugui's house when he was at work.

Ding Qiunan immediately expressed that he would let Li Donglai stay at Ding's house for a few days.

This proposal was very tempting. Li Donglai thought about it for a while, but still refused.

What's the deal with living in the old man's house before getting married?Visiting son-in-law?

Moreover, living in Yan Bugui's house is quite happy, and the third mother wakes up early every morning to prepare meals.

After eating, you don't even need to brush the bowl.

Of course, the stick noodles from Li Donglai’s house were used.

But now Li Donglai's monthly salary is 110 yuan, so he doesn't care too much.

The work of the medical department is as expected by Li Donglai, quite easy.

In nearly three days, only one case of 'medical dispute' was handled.

In the end, it was clear that it was still a misunderstanding.

The days passed in such a dull way.

Until the weekend, the sun was shining through the glass window on the head of the bed, Li Donglai was still lying on the bed and sleeping late, when he suddenly heard a moaning sound from outside.

"Hey, it hurts me to death, old woman, take it easy."

"It hurts, you know it hurts now? When you fight with others, why don't you think you will get hurt?"

. . .

Heh, Yan Bugui, an old teacher, has learned how to fight with others?

It's rare.

Li Donglai pushed open the door and walked out, he couldn't help but gasped.

Yan Bugui's face was bruised and purple, the corner of his mouth was stained with blood, and his right eye socket was black, as if he had been shot in the face beyond recognition.

The broken glasses had already broken one leg, but now the other leg is also broken, so it can only be hung around the neck with a rope.

"Third Master, have you met Jie Dao?" Li Donglai joked.

"Hiss... Suck... Hiss..." Yan Bugui rolled his eyes at him, "You guessed it right, you just ran into a robbery!"

Li Donglai's eyes widened, there are still people who dare to rob Dao these days, are you getting impatient?

He reminded: "Then why didn't you report it to the police station?"

"I thought those young men were just impulsive. Once they were caught in the police station and locked in the fence, their lives would be over." Yan Bugui said coyly.

Li Donglai didn't believe Yan Bugui's explanation at all.

In the capital city, the concept of finding the police when encountering gangsters has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Even Aunt Chaoyang would report to the neighborhood committee when she saw someone acting suspiciously.

Being robbed and pretending nothing happened, this is obviously suspicious.

Sure enough, the third mother who was applying red medicine to him couldn't stand it any longer.

Persuaded: "Old man, Donglai is not an outsider, so you can tell him."

"It's not a big deal for you to be beaten. It's just a skin injury. You'll be fine after two days of rest."

"We can't collect waste products in the future, then we will be in big trouble, and our family is still relying on the little money you earn to live!"

Yan Bugui hesitated for a moment, and told the ins and outs of the matter.

It turned out that Yan Bugui was not picking up waste products, but collecting waste products.

He counted and packaged the kraft paper, books, wine bottles and broken copper and iron collected from residents' homes, and sold them to waste collection stations to make a profit.

Most of the waste collectors in the capital have already divided their territory, and the leaders are a few green skins.

In the past, Yan Bugui collected waste on foot, but he couldn't collect much, and those green skins didn't care.

Now he shot the gun for the gun and rode a bicycle.

Good guy, sometimes if you are lucky, you can collect hundreds of catties of waste at a time.