Siheyuan: Big City, Small Love

Chapter 342 Talking with Yan Fugui

Soon, Mr. Zhou came back with half a can of tiger bone wine and a bottle of Moutai.

He Lai looked at the wine on the table and said with a smile, "Grandpa Zhou, you can't drink too much of this tiger bone wine. Only one small cup a day."

Mr. Zhou nodded to show that he understood. He knew that He Lai was concerned about his health, so he had no objection to this request.

He Lai continued, "Grandpa Zhou, you'd better keep this wine and don't drink too much!"

Old Master Zhou laughed and said, "Don't worry, I know what this wine is for." He naturally agreed. He also knew that tiger bone wine could improve sexual performance.

At this time, He looked at the time and found that it was already late. He said, "Then I will go back. My mother is still waiting for me to come back."

Old Mrs. Zhou tried to persuade her to stay, "Why don't you have dinner at Grandma's place?"

He Lai replied: "No, Grandma Zhou, I have something else to do when I get home."

Seeing that He said he had something else to do, Mrs. Zhou stopped trying to persuade him to stay. So she said, "Well, it's better for you to go back early."

He Lai said goodbye to the two old people and left the military compound. He was thinking that he had not yet given Yu Shui the cotton he had promised her the day before.

After returning to the courtyard, He Lai went straight into courtyard 95 and happened to run into Yan Fugui watering the flowers.

He Lai was about to walk away but was stopped by Yan Fugui.

"Xiao Laizi, Xiao Laizi, wait a minute, Uncle San wants to talk to you for a few minutes, is that ok?"

Yan Fugui held He Lai's arm and tried to please him cautiously.

"Uncle, I'm in a hurry to go home. What's the matter?"

He Lai was confused as to why Yan Fugui wanted to chat with him today.

"I won't take up any more of your time. Let's go inside and talk."

After Yan Fugui finished speaking, he pulled He Lai and tried to bring him into the house.

"Hey, wait for me to park the car first!" He Lai shook off Yan Fugui's hand and said speechlessly.

He parked his bicycle and followed Yan Fugui into his house.

It was the first time for He Lai to enter Yan Fugui's house. It was very clean and tidy, with all the necessary things, especially the brand new radio, which was placed in the most conspicuous place.

I don’t know where the people in the third uncle’s family have gone, and it seems that the third aunt is staying in the kitchen.

"What does Third Uncle want to talk to me about?" He Lai didn't want to say much to Yan Fugui, so he asked directly.

"Hey, little Laizi, I know that our two families have had some unpleasantness because of something that happened a few years ago. So many years have passed, so you should forgive the third uncle."

Yan Fugui spoke in a flattering manner.

"Uncle, what are you talking about? I have never done anything to offend you, nor have I ever targeted you!"

He Lai looked puzzled and spoke directly.

"Yes, yes, you are not targeting me, Third Uncle, but don't you think our relationship is a little too weak?"

Yan Fugui gestured between He Lai and himself and said with a helpless smile.

"Uncle, if you have something to say, just tell me. If not, I'm leaving. I don't have time to chat with you."

He Lai was speechless and didn't want to waste time talking to Yan Fugui, so he stood up and was about to leave.

"No, no, don't go. I'm telling you, this is it. Can Xiao Laizi take care of your uncle in the future?

Look, you have made the second uncle the workshop director, and even forgave the first uncle, so I am the only third uncle left. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?

Look, Uncle San is the only one who has to support this large family with this little salary. It's not easy! Every day they only eat pickles and steamed bread. Can you help Uncle San?"

When He Lai heard this, he was like, wow! It turns out he wants him to support him.

"Uncle, your family likes to eat steamed bread and pickles, so don't blame me. Besides, how much salary do you want?"

He Lai looked at Yan Fugui and saw that Yan Fugui was silent, so he adjusted himself and continued, "Third Uncle, since you said so, I will tell you a few truths. If you are willing to listen, then listen. If you are not willing, then just say something and I will leave immediately."

"Oh, I'd like to hear the details." Yan Fugui's eyes lit up and he replied immediately.

"As for me, I actually never had a good impression of you. Why? The reason is very simple. You are too calculating and stingy. Don't say anything and listen to me."

He Lai stopped Yan Fugui who was about to speak and continued.

"Does your uncle really have no money? You just don't want to spend money!

How much do you, a teacher who has taught for more than ten years, earn? I know it very well. After all, the Red Star Primary School is now affiliated with our steel mill. Your salary is 48.5! You said that your salary is higher than most people in the compound. You have been working for almost twenty years, and you tell me that you have no money!

Yan Jiecheng has a job now, even though he's a temporary worker, but it's definitely more than enough to support himself. Yan Jiefang is also doing odd jobs, so he definitely has no problem supporting himself. I heard that the two of them have been giving you household allowances all the time!

So now you are only supporting four people, Auntie San, Yan Jiekuang, Yan Jiedi, and yourself. Is your salary enough to eat pickled vegetables and steamed buns every day?"

He Lai paused for a moment, and said, "Damn it, there's not even a sip of tea left." He could only continue talking, but Yan Fugui's face looked very bad now.

"Look at your family now. You have a bicycle and a radio. What else do you think you are not satisfied with? You want to save money. I have no objection. Who doesn't want to save money?

But you, the calculating nature in your bones is used on everyone. Don't say you are not a person of yours. You take your watered-down wine and eat everywhere. Do you think your neighbors like you?

Don't think that others are fools. They just don't want to argue with you about trivial matters.

Especially me, I really look down on you. You only have the appearance of a cultured person, but you don't have the cultivation of a cultured person at all.

A cultured person is not like you. If you were truly incorruptible and had the character of a scholar, I would not say anything. But you are not like that, so I don't even want to mention the things you have done.

If you had a good ideological awareness, you wouldn't have been teaching for more than ten years and still not been able to become a cadre. The leaders above are not fools. Can't they see that you leave the school every afternoon? They just turn a blind eye.

Don’t just think about how to take advantage without wanting to pay. You should think about how others will look at you after you take advantage!

I have no interest in your nonsense. Don't just talk about being from a scholarly family and thinking of yourself as a sage. If you can really bring out the virtues of the ancients together with their culture, then I can look up to you.

Don't put yourself too high, and don't put others too low.

Finally, I have something to say to you: be less calculating and more sincere.

Don’t wait until you are old and need your children to support you, and then your sons and daughters start to settle accounts with you. You will regret it then.

Well, that's all I have to say. Think about it. I'm leaving now."

After He finished speaking, he left the Yan family. He didn't know whether his words could wake Yan Fugui up.

After He Lai left, Yan Fugui couldn't let it go for a long time, but soon, the third aunt came out from the kitchen, and Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang, and Yan Jiedi all came out from the room.

"Dad, is what Xiao Laizi said true? Is your salary really 48.5?"

Yan Jiefang heard a lot of things in the room and remembered the number 48.5 particularly clearly.

"Yeah, Dad, didn't you say there was only thirty dollars? So you're trying to trick your own son like this!"

Yan Jiecheng also expressed strong dissatisfaction! He saved money for several years to buy a temporary worker, and the salary was only 15 yuan. His father, who had such a high salary, was unwilling to spend money to buy him a formal job.

Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi also looked at their father with curiosity, wondering why Yan Fugui was unwilling to take out the money and let them eat steamed buns and pickles every day.