The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

Yan Jiecheng: "The first master's salary is more than 90 yuan a month, and his family of two can't spend it all. If he wants to help Qin Huairu, can't he just lend some money to the Jia family every month?"

"Who knows what your uncle is thinking, maybe he just doesn't want to spend money."

Yan Fugui said as he picked up the teapot and took a sip.

"When the master proposes to donate money to Qin Huairu at the next meeting, you can talk to him about the reverse room in the front yard."

"How do you say it?" Yan Fugui asked.

"Didn't the First Master say that the Jia family is in trouble? Then use the house in exchange for money. That house is worth two hundred dollars anyway. Each of the six families in the middle courtyard can share more than thirty yuan, so there is no need to donate.

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Yan Fugui: "But our family has no money. We are still short of Mr. Zhao by a hundred dollars."

"We should give it to each household, and it's enough to pay it off in one year. After the Chinese New Year, we will have to work, and our family will not be short of the two hundred yuan."

Yan Fugui: "That's okay, then you three will have a house. It would be better if you also buy the reverse house in the backyard."

"Don't even think about the one in the backyard, the second uncle and the others are not short of money." After Yan Jiecheng finished speaking, he went back to the house to sleep without waiting for Yan Fugui to say anything.

In the next few days, general cleaning began in the compound, and every household was busy doing laundry, sweeping the floor, and cleaning the windows. Yan Laojie’s business also moved to a new level, helping the neighbors in the compound write Spring Festival couplets, and every day

Every time I was given either some money or something, Lao Chi didn't mind it too much, and he happily took it. As long as he could get a little advantage, he was happy.

In a blink of an eye, it's New Year's Eve and there's heavy snow falling in the sky.

"Dad, fill this stove with more briquettes. The temperature in this room is too low."

"These briquettes are free? You can just wear more clothes, really."

"We still need money to eat, why are you still eating?" Yan Fugui took a few briquettes from outside the house and put them into the stove without waiting for him to say anything.

Third Aunt: "This year of ours is the most prosperous we have ever lived in these years. It would be great if we could be so wealthy in the future."

Yan Jiecheng: "It will definitely get better day by day. When we are liberated from work, our family will only be better."

A group of people were also chatting around the table at Lao Jia's house in the Zhongyuan.

Deaf old lady: "Zhuzi, what should we eat tonight?"

"How about braised pork, chicken stewed with mushrooms, steamed fish, stewed meat with potato vermicelli, stir-fried cabbage and big meat dumplings?" Silly Zhu said with excitement.

The deaf old lady swallowed her saliva and said, "Okay, as long as it has meat, I like eating meat."

The first man: "Stop coveting the old lady here, go and cook."

"Okay, I'll go right away," he said, leaving the room and following Qin Huairu to the kitchen.

Silly Zhu looked at the less than half a kilogram of meat in front of him and said, "Sister Qin, this meat is not enough. I am bringing two kilograms over. This braised pork will not be enough to eat if there is less meat."

"There's only so much meat left," Qin Huairu said with an embarrassed look.

Silly Zhu looked confused: "Sister Qin, please don't make trouble! The ones I put in your house alone are already five kilograms, right? There is also a big man here."

"I'm so greedy. I want to eat meat. What can I do?" He was about to shed tears as he spoke.

"Then what should we do now? How can we make meals for these 10 people with less than half a kilogram of meat? Even when we make dumplings, we can't even see the diced meat."

Shazhu said with a speechless expression while carrying less than half a kilogram of meat strips.

Looking at Qin Huairu, he didn't say anything. He put the meat aside and said, "Let's not cook for now. You bring the chicken over and I'll stew the chicken first."

"Chickens and fish were also roasted and eaten by Bangge and the others." Qin Huairu had an ugly expression on her face.

Silly Zhu couldn't help scolding his mother: "Sister Qin, what do we have for New Year's Eve dinner? Our family and the first man's family only have cabbage and potatoes, and the old lady's family has nothing."

At this time, the old man came out of the house, "What are you arguing about here? Why don't you cook quickly? The old lady is already hungry."

Silly Zhu waved the meat strips in his hand at the uncle: "What do you want me to do with this bit of meat? That's enough for 10 people."

The first man was stunned and said: "Take out the five kilograms of meat that I brought over the day before yesterday. Don't keep it." The first man thought the meat strips belonged to the Jia family.

Silly Zhu: "Don't talk about your five kilograms, I have five kilograms too."

Old man: "Why is it gone?"

"You have to ask BangGeng. Not to mention the meat, the chicken and fish are gone. We have to eat boiled cabbage for New Year's Eve dinner. You can't even see the diced meat in the dumplings." Silly Zhu said angrily.

People in the room ran out when they heard the noise outside. A group of people surrounded Shazhu and looked at the meat strips in Shazhu's hand.

"What's going on?" said the eldest mother.

Silly Zhu: "What's going on? We can't eat meat tonight."

Everyone collectively panicked for a long time before they could react.

He Yuyu said: "Then what shall we eat tonight?"

The uncle said: "Let's make the dumplings first, and put more cabbage in it. I'll go to other people's houses and see if anyone has more prepared and can borrow or buy some."

Silly Zhu: "There must be some at Xu Damao's house, but he is not at home. He has gone back to his parents' place. By the way, the third uncle's house has two hens that lay eggs."

"Then I'll go to Yan Fugui's house and have a look." He said and walked towards the front yard.

In the old Yan family, Yan Fugui and his family were making dumplings, and the third aunt was stewing chicken. The first uncle opened the door and walked in: "Third uncle, I heard that your family has two chickens?"

Yan Fugui: "Yes, keep the ones that lay eggs."

"Don't keep it, sell it to me." The elder said with envy on his face as he looked at the family in front of him.

Yan Jiecheng: "Master, if you want to raise chickens, can't you just ask Qin Huairu to go to the countryside and buy two for you? Our chickens must be kept to lay eggs!"

"I don't raise chickens, I buy them to eat. It's New Year's Eve, and the old lady wants to eat chickens. There's no place to buy them now. Didn't stupid Zhu say that your family raised two, so I

coming."

Yan Fugui: "Go to someone else's house and have a look. I've kept these two for laying eggs! It's hard to raise them so big."

The old man said, "How about I pay twice as much for how much it costs when you buy it?"

Yan Jiecheng: "Master, I told you, don't say that our family is slandering you. I bought these two chickens for eight and a half yuan. Don't tell me that if they cost more than one yuan each in the vegetable market, you can go to the vegetable market and ask for them."

If you use the ticket, the chickens sold in the vegetable market are also chickens that can’t lay eggs. This is a hen that lays eggs in our house.”

The old man looked constipated: "If it can't lay eggs, it's still a chicken."

"If you say that, we really can't sell this chicken to you. If we sell it to you, you'll have to accuse us of blackmailing you."

The first man: "Okay, I'll pay you seventeen yuan."

Yan Fugui: "This is what you said. Once you leave the house, you can't get it back."

"Am I that person? You still can't trust me?"

"Okay, I'll go and bring the chicken to your uncle." Yan Fugui said with a smile on his face.

Yi Zhonghai gave Yan Fugui the money, carried the chicken, and left without looking back.

"Dad~ Master is so angry!"

Yan Fugui: "What does he have to be angry about? We originally bought this chicken for eighty-five yuan, but he had to give us twice the price, and we didn't force him to buy it."