Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

After Qin Huairu left, the third uncle stood at the door, looking at Qin Huairu's retreating back, and said to the third aunt with an unhappy face: "You, you are just too stupid and naive, how can you use this red potion so casually?"

Just lend it to others? Are the things in our house blown by the strong wind?"

As the third uncle spoke, he walked into the room angrily, sat down on the chair, and kept nagging: "This red potion can come in handy at critical moments, in case we ourselves are injured one day."

But what should I do? It would be better for you to just send it away without saying a word or even discussing it with me."

He frowned, and there was a stingy look in his eyes, as if the bottle of red potion was his lifeblood. "Do you know how expensive this red potion is? It costs a lot of money to buy a bottle.

Qin Huairu came to borrow it and you gave it away so easily. What if she doesn't pay it back? Aren't we going to suffer a big loss? "

The third uncle became more and more excited as he talked. He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, his calculating look clearly evident. "We usually have to live our lives carefully, and every penny has to be spent wisely. It's better for you, not at all."

If you don’t know how to cherish, if you are so generous, sooner or later our family will be ruined by you."

He looked at the third aunt, his eyes full of reproach, "We can't do this again in the future. I have to nod to borrow things. We can't do it according to your temper. We have to take care of our own things.

Come on, it’s not easy for anyone these days, how can you lend things to others so easily?”

The third aunt was listening on the sidelines and couldn't help but retorted: "Stop yelling. If the child is injured, it is a matter of life and death. Can we just ignore it? We should leave the red potion alone. If we can

Helping Banggeng is also a matter of accumulation of virtue. Besides, Qin Huairu is not the kind of person who doesn't return things."

When the third uncle heard this, he became even more furious: "Accumulating virtue? Humph, you know how to accumulate virtue, so you can't use our things to accumulate virtue. If the red potion is gone, you will regret it later." He said angrily.

He sat down and crossed his arms with his hands on his chest. He still had a look of reluctance on his face and was still worried about the bottle of red potion.

The noise in the middle of the night woke Yan Jiansheng from his sleep. He opened the door sleepily, rubbed his eyes, and asked impatiently: "Why is it so noisy in the middle of the night? What happened?"

When the third uncle saw Yan Jiecheng, he told the story about Bang Gang's injury from beginning to end. When Yan Jiecheng heard this, he suddenly sobered up a lot, and his heart thumped, and he began to murmur. He thought to himself: "I'll let Bang Gang

Geng went to hide the antiques in the courtyard to frame Wang Weidong. There is no risk in this matter. How could he be injured? There must be something wrong here. "

Yan Jiecheng frowned, with a trace of doubt in his eyes. He asked the third uncle again: "Third uncle, you only know that Banggeng was injured? Do you know anything else? For example, where did he get injured?

Injured? How did you get injured?"

The third uncle shook his head helplessly: "I don't know too well. Qin Huairu just said that he would borrow red potion to apply the wound on the stick. He didn't tell him the details, and I didn't ask in detail."

Yan Jiecheng felt more and more uneasy. He knew that this matter was not that simple. If Banggeng messed up his plan, it would be troublesome. It might even implicate himself. After all, if this matter was found out, he would also

It can't be separated.

He stood at the door for a while, constantly speculating about various possibilities in his mind. Finally, he gritted his teeth and secretly decided: "No, I have to ask a stickman tomorrow to find out. Don't let this kid make any big trouble for me."

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After saying that, Yan Jiecheng turned around and went back to the house, lying on the bed but tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The next day, it was dawn, and Yan Jiecheng couldn't wait to go find Bangge and ask him. He jumped out of bed, hurriedly put on his clothes, picked up his crutches, and was ready to go out.

The third aunt was busy working in the yard. When she saw Yan Jiecheng's posture, she hurriedly came over to stop him: "Jiecheng, your legs are not very good yet. Where are you going so early in the morning?"

Yan Jiecheng's eyes were a little dodgey, and he said: "Third aunt, I'm going out for a walk. It's not a problem to be bored in the house all the time."

The third aunt frowned, with a look of disbelief on her face: "Take a walk? Don't fool me. Your leg is so injured that it hurts so much that you can't walk even a few steps. Is there something you're hiding from me?"

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Yan Jiecheng secretly complained in his heart, but he still persisted: "Really, Third Aunt, I just want to go out to get some fresh air and move around. This may be good for the recovery of the leg injury."

The third aunt didn't want to listen to him. She crossed her arms and said firmly: "No, you can't move your legs. If you get injured again, it will be even harder. If you want to breathe, just go to the yard."

Sit inside for a while and don't think about going out."

Upon seeing this, Yan Jiecheng knew that he could not defeat the third aunt, so he had no choice but to return to the house. He sat on the bedside, feeling as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He kept staring at the door, hoping that the third aunt would go out and buy it quickly.

Dish, so that he can take the opportunity to find Banggeng.

After finally waiting for the third aunt to pack the basket and prepare to go out to buy groceries, Yan Jiecheng quietly hid behind the door. When he heard the footsteps of the third aunt going out, he picked up the crutches again and opened the door carefully, limping.

He turned around and walked in the direction of Jia's house.

At this time, in the slightly dim room of Jia's house, Mrs. Jia Zhang was sitting on a small bench, wearing reading glasses, concentrating on picking up the soles of her shoes. The needle and thread went up and down in her hands, making a slight "chi" sound.

"Chi" sound.

Suddenly, she heard a commotion at the door. She raised her eyes and saw Yan Jiecheng limping in. When she saw it was him, Jia Zhang curled her lips slightly, and a look of confusion immediately appeared on her face.

A mocking smile.

"Hey, isn't this Yan Jiecheng? What's going on? This leg is lame and you haven't just stayed still. What are you doing here?" Jia Zhang said calmly while picking up the soles of her shoes, with that tone.

It's full of teasing.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Yan Jiecheng heard this, he suddenly felt angry. He suppressed the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth, and tried to make his tone sound calmer: "Jia Zhang

Shi, I don’t have time to talk nonsense with you here. I’m here to see Bangge. If I have anything to do, I have to ask him clearly.”

When Jia Zhang heard that she was looking for Banggeng, her hand movements stopped for a moment, and then she continued to pick up the soles of her shoes. She snorted coldly: "Huh, looking for Banggeng? You are looking for him now."

What? I can tell you that Banggeng was injured last night and is currently lying in bed recovering from his injuries. But he can’t see anyone, so you should just go back and forth wherever you go.”

When Yan Jiecheng heard that Banggeng was injured, he was even more confused. He frowned and said anxiously: "Injured? How? I have to see him. This matter is of great concern. Jia Zhang's family

, just let me meet Bangge."

Jia Zhang glanced at Yan Jiecheng impatiently: "I said no, I can't. The stick is seriously injured and needs a good rest. Don't disturb him here. Leave quickly, don't wait for me to blast you."

While doing so, Mrs. Jia Zhang also deliberately made the needlework on her hands more noisy, as if to show Yan Jiecheng her firm attitude.

The more Yan Jiecheng thought about it, the more he felt that something was not quite right. An ominous premonition came to his mind. He frowned and stood at the door of Jia's house. He couldn't care less about being polite and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Bangge!"

Get out of here!" The voice was loud and urgent, echoing in the yard, causing several neighbors to poke their heads out to watch.

In fact, Banggeng had already heard Yan Jiecheng's voice when he first arrived at the door. At this moment, he was hiding in the bed in the room, his body trembling slightly. He knew very well that he had lost the antique. If this happened,

Yan Jiechengzhi

After all, with Yan Jiecheng's petty and ruthless temper, he will definitely not let him go. When he thought of this, Banggeng was so scared that he could only wrap himself tightly in the quilt, not daring to let out his breath.

I hope Yan Jiecheng can leave quickly.

Mrs. Jia Zhang didn't have a good impression of Yan Jiecheng in the first place, but now she saw him yelling at the door of her house and telling the stick to roll out, she suddenly became furious. She threw the shoe sole in her hand on the table and stood up after scratching the floor.

, walked toward the door angrily.

"Yan Jiecheng, what are you doing here? Do you have any rules? This is my home, not a place for you to act bad!" Jia Zhang walked to the door, put her hands on her hips, glared at Yan Jiecheng and shouted loudly.

Yan Jiecheng glanced at Mrs. Jia Zhang, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Ms. Jia Zhang, this matter has nothing to do with you. I have important things to do with Banggeng, so don't get in the way here."

When Jia Zhang heard this, her face turned red with anger: "It doesn't matter? This is my grandson. You are here yelling and making trouble for him, why do you have nothing to do with me? If you make trouble here again, I will

I'm not polite to you anymore!" As he said that, Jia Zhang took a few steps forward, as if he was going to fight Yan Jie to the death.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai walked out of his room. He was already upset by the events of the past few days, and he was very angry with Yan Jiecheng. Whenever he thought of the things Yan Jiecheng had done these days,

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that his teeth itched.

Now seeing Yan Jiecheng making trouble in Jia's house and having a heated argument with Jia and Zhang, Yi Zhonghai frowned and his face became gloomier. He quickly walked up to the two of them, stared at Yan Jiecheng with sharp eyes, and asked loudly: "

Yan Jiecheng, where are you making such a fuss? You are making a lot of noise so early in the morning, why can't you let the yard calm down for a while?"

Yan Jiecheng turned his head and saw that it was Yi Zhonghai, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew that Yi Zhonghai had objections to him because of the previous incident, but at this moment he didn't care so much anymore. He rubbed his neck and said, "Uncle Yi, this

This is between me and Bangge, so please don't interfere. I have to ask him to find out."

Yi Zhonghai snorted coldly: "Humph, what's the matter between you and Banggan? It's not allowed to cause trouble in this yard. Why do you have to make such a big fuss? Look at you, you're causing such a stir in this yard.

The dog jumped."

When the neighbors saw Yi Zhonghai coming, they all nodded in agreement. They were usually a little dissatisfied with Yan Jiecheng, but now someone came out to seek justice, and they were all waiting to see how Yan Jiecheng would respond.

Yan Jiecheng was surrounded by everyone, feeling a little bit stuck in a tiger's way, but he still didn't want to give up looking for Banggeng to find out, so he said: "Uncle Yi, this matter is really important. Banggeng messed up my affairs, I have to

Let’s settle the score with him.”

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, his brows furrowed even more tightly: "Settling accounts? What accounts do you want to settle? Is there anything you can't talk about properly and why do you insist on shouting and killing me here? If you do this again, I won't be polite.

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Yan Jiecheng knew in his heart that if he told about the shady deal with Zhong Yuemin, he would not be able to stay in this yard at all. He could only grit his teeth and said to Yi Zhonghai: "Uncle Yi, that's what happened. Great.

This guy secretly took an antique from me, which is my family’s treasure. I just want to ask him to get the antique back. Who do you think can take care of this matter?"

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, he frowned slightly and looked at Yan Jiecheng with a bit of scrutiny in his eyes: "Is this really true? Don't make up things here to fool people."

Yan Jiecheng nodded quickly and said eagerly: "Uncle Yi, how dare I? This is absolutely true. I also just found out that the antique was gone, and after asking about it, I found out that it was here in Banggeng, so I hurriedly

Come to him and ask for it."

Jia Zhang, who was on the side, was really shocked when she heard this. She saw Banggan going out with antiques yesterday, and she had been muttering in her heart, wondering where the child got the antiques, and why he never got it.

I never heard him mention it. I didn’t expect that today, after hearing Yan Jiecheng’s words, I felt that this antique was actually Yan Jiecheng’s.

Jia Zhang immediately understood in her heart that this matter was going to be a big trouble. She knew very well that the antique was sold on the black market yesterday and would have been gone long ago. If Yan Jiecheng held on to it now,

What if BangGeng has to pay compensation? How can their family have the money to compensate? Isn’t this going to push the whole family to a dead end?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Jia Zhang immediately straightened her face, put her hands on her hips, and shouted at Yan Jiecheng: "Yan Jiecheng, don't talk nonsense here! My stickie has never seen any antiques at all, you are

Didn’t you misjudge the person? Or did you come here to blackmail our family on purpose? Huh, let me tell you, our family will not do this to you, so get out of here and stop being an eyesore here!"

As she said that, Mrs. Jia Zhang took a few steps forward, as if she wanted to blast Yan Jiecheng out of the yard. There was a fierce look in her eyes, thinking that she could not let Yan Jiecheng do it no matter what.

Knowing that the antique was gone, I had to send him away first.

When Yan Jiecheng heard what Jia Zhang said, he immediately became anxious: "Jia Zhang, don't act like a fool here! I have found out clearly that the antique is here in Banggeng. Let him come out and we will confront him. If

He didn't take it, so I turned around and left without saying a word, but if he took it, then you have to give me an explanation!"

No matter what Yan Jiecheng said, Jia Zhang still said forcefully: "I don't care whether you inquired clearly or not. I just haven't seen my family. You can think whatever you want. Anyway, don't think about making trouble here today. Get out of here."

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