Siheyuan: Poisoning Stick At The Start

1965, winter.

Inside a courtyard in Beijing.

Lin Han is cooking potatoes and chicken nuggets in front of his stove.

Fragrance wafts out of windows and doors.

The beasts, whose noses were more sensitive than dogs, smelled this smell, and their saliva was drooling.

Three grandfather's house.

Yan Bugui put down the pickles and wowotou in his hands, and said with an envious expression: "That kid Lin Han is really good! The pork stewed vermicelli was eaten yesterday, and chicken is eaten at noon today!"

"Isn't it? It's not like us to eat meat every day."

The third mother agreed, feeling a little unbalanced in her heart.

The eldest son Yan Jiecheng and his wife Yu Li are already drooling.

The second son, Yan Jiefang, the third son, Yan Jiekuang, and the fourth daughter, Yan Jiedi, all looked eagerly at the direction of Lin Han's house.

"Old Yan, why don't you go to Lin Han's house and order some chicken back?"

Seeing that the children didn't have the heart to eat wowotou and pickles, the third mother couldn't help but said to Yan Bugui.

"I'm so embarrassed."

Yan Bugui was moved, but his face was a little embarrassed.

If Lin Han was a working adult, he wouldn't mind going to the point.

The problem is, Lin Han is only fifteen years old!

Another orphan!

Not only can't afford to go to school, but he doesn't even have a job. Every day, he can only go hunting in the mountains in the suburbs for a living.

The family background can be said to be as miserable as it is.

Although Yan Bugui is good at calculation, he likes to take advantage of small things.

But after all, he is a primary school Chinese teacher and the third master in the yard.

His inner integrity made him a little embarrassed, so he went to the orphan Lin Han to ask for meat.

...

The second uncle's house.

Liu Haizhong is eating noodles and scrambled eggs.

As a seventh-level blacksmith at the Red Star Rolling Mill, his salary is still good, and he can occasionally open meat.

Moreover, he especially believed in the saying that "filial sons emerge from the stick", and he often scolded the children.

So after the eldest son got married, he moved out early.

The second son Liu Guangtian and the third son Liu Guangfu can only live in the shadow of their father every day, without even eating eggs.

At this moment, after smelling the aroma of stewed chicken nuggets with potatoes from Lin Han's house, Liu Haizhong was a little unhappy: "I only eat scrambled eggs as a level seven blacksmith! He is an orphan who makes a living by hunting, but he eats meat every day. , God is so unfair!"

Hearing this, Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu hurriedly took the opportunity to say, "Dad, do you want our mother to cook chicken as well?"

"sure."

The second aunt stretched out her hand with a smile and said, "Put the money first!"

This made Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu speechless, and couldn't help complaining: "Mom, without you, how could a parent ask their son for money?"

"What's wrong with asking my son for money? Your father and I have raised you so much for nothing?"

The second aunt said confidently.

...

Grandpa's house.

Yi Zhonghai had just finished lunch and was making tea.

The aunt sighed while clearing the table, "Old Yi, who do you think Lin Han learned his hunting skills from? You can eat meat every day."

"Who knows?"

Yi Zhonghai shook his head, feeling a little curious in his heart.

Because just a week ago, Lin Han had to rely on the government's three yuan monthly orphan benefit.

But for some reason, Lin Han suddenly learned to hunt.

Not to mention returning with a full load every day, and you can also use the prey to go to the public vegetable market in exchange for various food stamps.

Not to mention others.

Even Yi Zhonghai himself, as an eighth-level fitter at the Red Star Rolling Mill, who had no children, did not live as dashingly as Lin Han did.

...

Xu Damao's house.

"Yo! That little brat of Lin Han is on the rise! He eats meat every day."

Xu Damao took a sip of wine and a sip of food, ridiculing endlessly.

But there was no envy in his tone.

After all, he was a projectionist at the Red Star Rolling Mill.

In this era, not only is the salary high and he has a good reputation, but he also often goes to the countryside to play movies, and he can harvest a lot of local specialties.

In addition, his wife Lou Xiaoe was born in a capitalist, so the living conditions of the husband and wife need not be said much.

...

Stupid home.

As the canteen chef of the Red Star Rolling Mill, Sha Zhu earns thirty-seven yuan a month and is single.

The days could have gone well.

However, he brought leftovers to Qin Huairu's family every day, and often used his salary to help him, which caused his living standard to plummet.

But the idiot is not tired of it.

With peanuts and white wine, I dealt with it like this.

...

Qin Huai Ru family.

Since the death of her husband Jia Dongxu from a work-related injury, Qin Huairu has taken over his position at the Red Star Rolling Mill.

Starting as an apprentice, the monthly salary is only 27 yuan.

For this amount of money, one can still live alone.

But the problem is that she has to support three children, Bangjie, Xiaodang, Huaihua, and Jia Zhangshi, a lazy and delicious mother-in-law.

If it wasn't for silly Zhu's frequent help, she would not be able to persevere as a widow.

At the moment, a family of five is eating wowotou and wild vegetable porridge.

Coupled with the leftovers brought by Shazhu, the food is quite fragrant.

But after smelling the chicken stewed with potatoes at Lin Han's house, the gluttonous stick immediately became unhappy, threw down his chopsticks and shouted, "I want chicken!"

"Chicken? Where's the chicken?"

Qin Huairu picked up the chopsticks, knocked on his head and reprimanded.

Jia Zhang hurriedly protected Bang Terrier and scolded: "Who told you to beat my grandson? What's wrong with Bang Terrier wanting to eat chicken? I smelled it too, it's Lin Han's house!"

Seeing her mother-in-law's arrogance, Qin Huairu shrank her neck and said weakly, "Mom, what does Lin Han have to do with us eating chicken?"

"Why doesn't it matter?"

Jia Zhang's unreasonable words: "Lin Han is greedy for our sticks with chicken, he just needs to clean up! Hurry up and order chicken from his house!"

"I dont go."

Qin Huairu shook his head.

Although she is difficult, she likes to suck the blood of silly pillars, but asking her to find a fifteen-year-old orphan for meat is really hard to hold back.

"Snapped!"

Seeing Qin Huairu's disapproval, Jia Zhang slapped her directly and scolded: "Bitch! It's because you killed my son that our family is so difficult! Now Bang Terri wants to eat chicken, but you won't. Satisfy him, do you still look like a mother?"*

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