Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Sha Zhu was very thankful that he didn't say anything, otherwise his windows would not be saved.

Xu Damao was even more helpless, he really couldn't figure it out.

It was true that he gave Jia Dongxu an idea, but how did Zhao Xiyan know it?

Yi Zhonghai glanced at the dark sky, feeling quite helpless.

It was estimated that it was two or three o'clock now. If the noise continued, everyone would not sleep.

Liu Haizhong was still guarding the window. He didn't want to have his window smashed for no reason.

In fact, besides him, many people didn't sleep.

After all, it was a few young people in the yard who started the demolition.

But Zhao Xiyan, that beast, was unreasonable and had no logic in smashing the glass.

Two hours later.

It was a little light.

Liu Haizhong was sleeping soundly under the window.

Suddenly.

He felt as if something had fallen on him, and he reached out to touch it and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my god..."

"Old Liu, what happened?"

The second aunt sat up in a daze.

"Beast, my glass was also broken."

Liu Haizhong roared, but the whole yard was quiet.

No one came out, and many people were woken up, but they really couldn't get up.

The glass was broken, and if it continued like this, I'm afraid everyone would be dead.

Liu Haizhong looked at the cut on his hand caused by the glass, and ran out angrily, but only saw the deaf old lady sitting at the door and cursing.

"Which damn beast dared to break my glass."

"Give birth to a son without an asshole."

"The bastard was born only after his parents died..."

...

Liu Haizhong looked at the deaf old lady quietly, and suddenly his anger subsided by half.

Zhao Xiyan, the beast, didn't even let the old lady go, so it was not unfair that his glass was smashed.

After watching for a while, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

Early in the morning.

The whole yard was quiet.

Suddenly, a burly man came in with two young men. After seeing Zhao Xiyan washing his face, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Are you Xiao Zhao?"

"You are..."

"I am Bei Qing from the Street Office."

The burly man introduced himself, "Director Zhang told me that your house needs to be repaired..."

"Hello, Master Bei."

Zhao Xiyan hurriedly handed over a cigarette, smiling, "You came so early in the morning, have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, let's come to see what's going on..." Bei Qing took the cigarette and smiled.

"Then let's have breakfast."

Zhao Xiyan put his arm around his shoulders, "Brothers, let's go too. This guy is a tough guy. He'll be hungry if he doesn't eat for a day..."

"No, brother, let's take a look at the house first..."

"The house can be repaired at any time. Let's have breakfast first."

Zhao Xiyan walked out the door with Bei Qing and his two colleagues without saying anything.

Qin Huairu couldn't help but get angry when she heard what he said.

If this guy really spends so much money, how can he live?

Bei Qing also looked helpless. This kid was too enthusiastic.

He was also a person who had eaten and seen, and knew that this matter must not be so simple.

Half an hour later.

Zhao Xiyan came in with a bag of things, Bei Qing and his apprentice who were full of food and wine.

"Xiao Zhao..."

Qin Huairu shouted.

"Here, take it and eat it."

Zhao Xiyan stuffed the bag into her hand.

It's called a bag, but it's actually a packing box made of waste newspapers, which contains a few buns.

"Brother Zhao, this is..."

"My wife."

After Zhao Xiyan introduced Qin Huairu to Bei Qing, he began to tell his plan.

Qin Huairu looked at the steaming newspapers, feeling sweet and helpless.

The sweet thing was that Zhao Xiyan still cared about her, but the helpless thing was... if Zhao Xiyan really spent money like this, they would starve to death before she went to work.

More than an hour later.

Bei Qing looked at the sketch in his hand and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Brother Zhao, I'm not interfering with your plan... but do you know how much money it will cost if you do it according to your requirements?"

"How much?"

Zhao Xiyan became nervous instantly.

His entire family property was only 996.33 yuan, and the bulk of it was the double compensation that the street office asked the factory for after his father died of a work-related injury.

If you calculate it this way, a life is only worth 500 yuan. This is the sadness of the times.

"At least three hundred yuan."

Bei Qing said seriously, "Your plan is equivalent to demolishing your house and rebuilding it..."

This is changing bricks and tiles.

Then just demolish the house and rebuild it, otherwise the cost of replacing it will be higher than rebuilding. And this kid also wants to repair the toilet at home.Is the toilet such a simple thing?

In the old city, those who can have a toilet at home are either rich or noble.

Who among the residents living in the courtyards doesn't go to the public toilet early in the morning?

If you don't want to go out in the middle of the night, you can use a chamber pot and a toilet.

In the morning, someone is specially responsible for collecting manure at the gate of the courtyard.

But you have to store wood ash, otherwise it's okay in winter, but if it's summer, without wood ash rolling, the smell... the house is simply uninhabitable.

If Zhao Xiyan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely spit in his face.

The house can be simple, but the toilet must be repaired.

When he went to the public toilet in the morning, he almost peed himself.

"Brother Bei, if we need to dig a well, how much do you think it will cost?" Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Brother, there is running water in this courtyard, why are you digging a well?" Bei Qing felt a little annoyed.

Is this kid mentally ill?

Or is he really a child from a wealthy family?

This shouldn't be the case.

The boy's clothes are so torn, if he really has money, he won't change into nice clothes?

"Don't worry about the money, just tell me the cost." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"It costs at least 20 yuan to dig a well." Bei Qing said seriously, "You are lucky and you get water as soon as you dig... If you don't get water, it will cost at least 30 yuan."

"Okay, help me find someone." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile, "By the way, help me pull some wires. It's dark at night. Using candles and kerosene lamps will blind me sooner or later..."

"It costs one yuan to pull the wires, and one yuan to open an account..." Bei Qing said helplessly, "How many watts of light bulbs do you want to install?"

"Forty watts."

"Go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy the light bulbs yourself. As for the light bulbs... Forty watts is 40 cents a month." Bei Qing smiled bitterly, "By the way, how many do you plan to install?"

"Toilet, master bedroom, study... At least three, right?" After Zhao Xiyan finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, "I have a yard behind me, so I'll install one in the yard..."

Bei Qing almost had a heart attack.

What conditions do you have to install four light bulbs? The monthly electricity bill is one yuan and sixty cents. What on earth is this guy thinking?

Zhao Xiyan also had his own difficulties.

A night owl suddenly came to the 1950s, and he couldn't even imagine the boring nightlife.

If he hadn't broken almost all the glass in the yard last night, how boring it would have been at night.

But think about it, if there was a nightlife, people of this era wouldn't have so many children.

Besides doing this kind of thing at night, what else can you do?