Siheyuan: Garbage King

Suburbs of Beijing, Qinjiazhuang.

A new tomb was added to the ancestral tomb pile at the west end of the village. The cold wind was blowing hard. The wooden sign on the new tomb was very thin. It seemed that if the wind was stronger, it could be blown away and float with the owner of the tomb to the west.

Lying on top of the grave were a young man and a young man. It was a woman with her three children.

"Sigh...this fourth son was also ill-fated. He finally got a son and died on the mountain..."

In the distance, an old man smoking a cigarette sighed.

Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, and a cold wind blew. The old man was so cold that he wrapped himself in a cotton-padded jacket. He put down his pipe, stood up, patted the soil on his sleeves, and faced the young man standing six or seven meters away from the grave.

shouted.

"Fangzi, Fangzi, it's a bad day. Take your mother and younger brothers and sisters home."

The boy was not tall, it was the coldest month of the twelfth lunar month, and he was still wearing a thin single coat, which was covered with patches.

Hearing the old man's words, the young man nodded without saying a word and walked towards the grave. He helped his swaying mother and then picked up the youngest brother beside her. The family headed home.

Go.

The old man in the distance looked at the five people, big and small, and sighed again.

...

In front of the steaming stove, Li Fang stirred the soup and water in the pot with a spoon. No one spoke in the room, and he could only occasionally hear the hungry gurgling sounds in the stomachs of his two younger sisters and younger brothers.

"Xiaomei, Xiaoxing, Xiaohe, it's time to eat." Li Fang filled up the stick noodle porridge and let it cool before placing it next to the stove.

Several children had not eaten since morning. It was already noon and they were already hungry. They hurriedly went to the front to get some porridge to drink.

Li Fang watched his younger brothers and sisters drinking happily, then secretly took out a pickled egg from the side of the stove, broke it into four pieces, and put it in the bowls of his younger brothers and sisters.

Qin Xiaomei and Qin Hongxing were a little older, already eight or nine years old. They knew that their mother had kept the eggs to sell them for money, so they didn't dare to eat them and looked at their brother in surprise.

Qin Xiaohe was young, so he ate it in just a few bites regardless of how much it was, and then looked longingly at the remaining piece in his elder brother's hand.

Looking at Qin Xiaohe's eyes, Li Fang smiled softly and shook his head.

"That's for mother." After saying that, Li Fang put the eggs into the big bowl with the most porridge, and walked towards the house with the bowl in hand.

In the cold room, the woman looked sad and her eyes were red.

Zhang Yurong looked at the busy eldest son in front of him and said slightly apologetically: "Fangzi, your uncle Qin's matter... thank you for your hard work."

She was in poor health, and her husband's biological son Qin Xiaohe was young. Therefore, the sixteen-year-old Li Fang was busy hosting Qin Dashun's funeral with the people in the Qin family village.

Neither Zhang Yurong nor Li Fang were born and raised in the capital. More than ten years ago, mother and son fled from the northwest. Li Fang's biological father was arrested when Zhang Yurong was pregnant. When Li Fang was just one year old, he was arrested.

News of death came.

Later, there was a famine in her hometown. Zhang Yurong, a young widow, had no choice but to escape with her son to the outskirts of Beijing. She met a kind-hearted hunter Qin Dashun and survived.

Qin Dashun was an honest and honest farmer. He didn't mind that Zhang Yurong was a widow, and he treated Li Fang as his own son. He didn't let Li Fang change his surname. He just mentioned that if no one breaks the basin after his death, he would let Li Fang come.

This was just a joke. After Qin Dashun and Zhang Yurong had a biological son, Qin Dashun stopped mentioning it. It was just a trick of fate. A few days ago, there was no food at home. Qin Dashun took a shotgun and went up the mountain, preparing to find some prey.

Thinking of it, this old hunter who had been hunting for a long time died on the mountain.

When the person was transported down, only half of his body was left.

"That's right, mother." Li Fang put the porridge beside the kang and took out a dozen crumpled pieces of money from his arms.

"This is the money left over from Uncle Qin's funeral, a total of two yuan and sixty-five cents." Li Fang handed it to Zhang Yurong.

Zhang Yurong waved her hand but did not take it. She sighed: "Your Uncle Qin is gone, and you will be the head of this house from now on."

If Li Fang was just a sixteen-year-old child, he might be happy for a while because his mother made him the head of the family, but he is a thirty-year-old soul from the 21st century. He understands the significance of his mother's words.

responsibility.

Zhang Yurong looked at her son in front of her, and her heart felt like a knife. When her husband was alive, the family could barely feed themselves and couldn't save much money. Now that her husband is gone, their family's food and drink all depend on Li Fang, a 16-year-old boy.

She felt uncomfortable on the child's shoulders.

The mother and son were talking, and Qin Xiaomei's voice sounded outside.

"Mom, brother, someone is coming to our third uncle's house."

Li Fang heard the sound, raised the curtain and went out, only to see a girl standing in the yard, holding a cloth bag in her right hand.

The girl wore two braids, her face was red from the cold, but her beauty could not be concealed.

"Jingru is here, come in, go in first." Zhang Yurong looked at the girl in front of him with a smile on his lips.

Qin Jingru looked at Li Fang, her face turned redder either because she was a little shy or because it was cold.

She was at a loss and said: "Auntie, this is a little thought from my parents. It's cold, you guys eat first." She stuffed the cloth bag in her hand to Li Fang: "I heard from my father that Brother Fangzi will be here in a few days."

You are going to the city, can you take me with you? I...I want to go to cousin Huairu’s house."

Li Fang looked at the girl in front of him, his expression slightly changed.

Before he traveled through time, he had some knowledge of the drama Siheyuan, and if he remembered correctly, Qin Jingru entered the city at the very beginning of the drama.

While he was thinking, Qin Jingru looked at him with big eyes.

Li Fang is handsomer than the boys of the same age in Qinjiazhuang, and he is not as dirty as those little mud monkeys. Although he has many patches on his body, Li Fang's clothes and face are always clean, and he is

He also looks upright, so Qin Jingru likes to spend time with Li Fang.

It has nothing to do with love, just the girl's simple and hazy affection.

Therefore, when Qin Jingru's parents wanted to send food to Zhang Yurong and her son, Qin Jingru immediately took over.

Zhang Yurong coughed a few times and said with a smile: "Brother Fangzi happens to be going to the steel rolling mill. I remember that your cousin is also at the steel rolling mill. Fangzi, just follow Jingru."

Li Fang went to the steel rolling mill, which was arranged by Qin Dashun before his death.

Qin Dashun used to be a famous hunter from all over the country. Once he was spotted by a leader and taken to the northeast. Qin Dashun killed a tiger with three shots. The tiger was full of treasures and was taken away by the leader.

As a reward, the leader wanted to give Qin Dashun money, but Qin Dashun refused. Seeing that he was an honest person, the leader planned to give him a work quota. However, after Qin Hongxing and Qin Xiaohe were born, Qin Dashun had no time to go to work in the city, and the work quota remained unchanged.

Put it aside.

Until this month, when Li Fang turned sixteen, Qin Dashun and Zhang Yurong planned to let him use this quota to go to work in the city.

Unexpectedly, the plan did not change...