Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Yan Bugui wants to die?

Wang Weidong pushed his bicycle and walked over. Outside the door of Yanbu Gui's house, Wuyang Wuyang was crowded with people.

Yan Jiefang stood at the door, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. When he saw Wang Weidong, he ran over quickly and said, "Brother Wei Dong, please go in and persuade me. My father is going to hang himself."

Hang yourself?

This old boy really knows how to play.

Wang Weidong squeezed through the crowd.

Inside the house, a strip of white cloth hung on the beam. Yan Bugui stood on a stool with his neck hanging on the strip of white cloth.

He was always in tears and had no love in his life.

Next to them, the three aunts, Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi, were all trying to persuade each other.

"Hey, Uncle Yan, do you want to hang yourself for fun?" Wang Weidong walked over and stood in front of Yan Bugui with his hands folded.

When Yan Bugui saw Wang Weidong, he cried even harder: "Weidong, uncle, uncle doesn't want to live anymore."

"What's wrong? Lost your money?"

"You guessed it right. I really lost money, or 170 yuan and 50 cents! I won't survive, 5555."

Yan Bugui burst into tears.

One hundred and seventy yuan? Was the bicycle confiscated by the police station?

In that case, you only need to pay some fines and get a regular license plate to get the bike back.

There is no need to seek death.

Seeing Wang Weidong's confusion, the third aunt came up to him and explained it in detail.

After listening to the whole process, Wang Weidong could only say that Yan Bugui had really plotted against himself.

It turned out that Yan Bugui received the compensation from Shazhu, but in order to save money, he did not go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a bicycle, but went to Uncle Liu's car repair shop.

Since it is a gray business, you need to pay money first before you can save the bicycle.

He paid Uncle Liu one hundred and seventy and fifty cents and agreed to pick up the bicycle today.

As a result, the bicycle shop was raided by the police station, and Uncle Liu was also arrested.

Looking at the seal on the door of the car repair shop, Yan Bugui knew something was wrong.

This is one hundred and seventy and fifty cents! Eight months' salary. How many scraps do you have to pick up to save enough?

Forget it, I’m dead.

After returning home, Yan Bugui luxuriously hung a new white cloth strip on the beam.

Prepare to die.

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Wang Weidong looked at the hopeless Yan Bugui and his eyes lit up, "Uncle Yan, can you die the day after tomorrow?

I want you to do something for me tomorrow, something useful.

After taking advantage, you will die again?"

"Is there any benefit?"

"Yes, it's definitely beneficial."

Seeing Wang Weidong nod with confidence, Yan Bugui slowly got down from the stool and said, "Weidong, you are a good boy, you can't lie to Uncle Yan."

Well, Wang Weidong is right, I will die after taking advantage.

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"Okay, let's all leave."

"Hey, hey, Liu Ermao, what are you doing with my flowers?"

"Uncle Zhang, put down the stool you are carrying."

"Aunt Li, where did that plate of peanuts in your hand come from?"

...

At this time, the third aunt saw that the crisis had been resolved, and in line with the guiding ideology of the courtyard that family scandals should not be made public, she drove away those who were watching the fun.

Yan Jiedi brought two bowls of boiled water. Wang Weidong and Yan Bugui drank the boiled water and started talking about things.

"Uncle Yan, didn't you always want to play matchmaker for me before?"

"Yes, Teacher Ran, Yu Haitang, but don't you guys like none of them?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yan Bugui's eyes suddenly widened: "Did you, boy, fall in love with some girl? Are you going to let the third uncle play matchmaker for you?"

"Sure enough, ginger is still hotter than old. You guessed it right away." Wang Weidong said with a smile.

"Matchmaking? I usually just introduce people to people and help with matchmaking. I have never been a matchmaker." Yan Bugui's face turned red and he drank boiling water, looking a little embarrassed.

Only then did Wang Weidong realize that he had taken it for granted. As the name suggests, a matchmaker is an aunt in her thirties or forties, but Yan Bugui is a young old man.

"How about forgetting it?"

"Forget it? That won't work. You're going to knock me off the roof beam. You can't just let it go!" Yan Bugui stood up, his eyes shining brightly under the dim light.

"Isn't it just a matchmaking? Don't worry, Uncle Yan will help you handle it properly."

In the courtyard, Wang Weidong is the richest, and this time I want to take a bite out of him.

"You make an offer." Wang Weidong looked calm.

"How about one pound of fat and one and a half big rooster?" Yan Bugui hesitated for a long time and said a high price. After saying that, he was afraid that Wang Weidong would refuse him, so he quickly explained: "Uncle Yan is a cultural man, I'll give it to you.

When it comes to matchmaking, it is cultural matchmaking, and the etiquette of this matchmaker is much higher than that of ordinary matchmakers."

"Okay." Wang Weidong smiled bitterly.

Yan Bugui felt happy, his eyes rolled around, and he smiled and said: "Weidong, do you have any old leather shoes that you don't wear? Can you give them to the uncle? Of course, this is also a matchmaking gift."

"I have a few pairs of old leather shoes, but do they fit your feet?" Wang Weidong stood up and looked at Yan Bugui's black cotton boots.

There are holes in the edges of the cotton shoes, exposing the cotton.

"As big as your shoes are, as big as your uncle Yan's feet are!" Yan Bugui looked proud.

Wang Weidong pursed his lips and was speechless.

Yes, please leave it now. If we continue to talk, I will probably leave the cotton-padded jacket here.

"Uncle Yan, the matter is settled like this. I will still thank you deeply after it is completed!"

"Weidong, don't leave yet. I'll tell you the rules of marriage." Yan Bugui called to Wang Weidong. He felt that the divorce between Wang Weidong and Lou Xiao'e was largely caused by their failure to follow wedding etiquette.

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In Yan Bugui's opinion, Lou Xiao'e had no need to escape with Lou Bancheng because her crime was not as bad as her family.

Wang Weidong sat down again and listened to Yan Bugui's detailed explanation.

In this era, when a boy falls in love with a girl, he first goes to the matchmaker to make peace with her.

After the woman's parents agree, the man and woman get engaged again.

Engagement requires four gifts, that is, a few pieces of cloth. Decent families will use Deliang, indeed cards, and nylon socks, while those with poor financial conditions will use Khaki cloth and coarse cotton.

Once the engagement is successful, the man can go to the woman's home to exchange feelings.

Send some gifts to the girl’s house during the Chinese New Year and festivals, usually the Beginning of Summer, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival.

The gift is still the same four items, meat, eggs, noodles, and a piece of cloth

After a year or two of this, both parties have no objections, and the woman will tell the matchmaker that she can cut the shoe pattern.

The man gives the woman some money for cutting samples, usually only twenty yuan, and the woman has to make a pair of shoes for each member of the man's family, with hand-embroidered insoles.

Getting the insole means the marriage is done.

The next step is to send betrothal gifts and marry a wife.

Yan Bugui talked so much that Wang Weidong only heard "one or two years".

"So, I have to wait a year before I can bring my wife home?" Wang Weidong was surprised.

In his plan, he should have arranged the marriage before heading to the port city.

"Of course, this is an old rule, otherwise the relatives and friends around will laugh at the woman's lack of status." Yan Bugui explained.

"This is easy to handle!" Wang Weidong stood up and said with a smile: "The woman wants a bride price, and I will increase it a hundred times!"

Yan Bugui:....