Li Donglai looked over Yan Bugui's shoulder and saw Yan Jiefang holding up the bicycle, and felt relieved.
It's true that the bicycle fell down just now. No wonder Yan Bugui feels so distressed.
"Third uncle, I may have to spend the night in your main room for a few days. Well, I estimate it will take about a week."
"What?"
After listening to Li Donglai tell the whole story, Yan Bugui looked a little hesitant and hesitated: "Donglai, you also know that your third uncle has a large family, few rooms, and no place to sleep."
Seeing the sparkle in his small eyes behind the plastic frames of his glasses, Li Donglai naturally understood what he meant.
He took out fifty cents from his pocket.
"Oh, we are all neighbors, can I charge you money? If others find out, it won't be a slap in your third uncle's face!"
He took out another fifty cents.
"Look, you are such a child. Even if you don't pay, can the third uncle still let you sleep outside?"
Yan Bugui's eyes widened when he saw the money. He stretched out his hand to grab the money, but he couldn't pull it even after pulling twice.
Li Donglai: "I'll sleep on the bed!"
Now that I have paid for it, I can no longer sleep in the main room.
"Okay, sleep on the bed!" Yan Bugui grabbed the money, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and shouted to Yan Jiefang in the back room: "You kid will sleep in the main room at night, give up the bed to your brother Donglai."
"Why me? You accepted Brother Donglai's money, so you should sleep in the main room." Yan Jiefang opened the curtain and screamed, looking unwilling.
"If you use a bicycle tomorrow, the price will increase from 1 cent to 1 yuan." Yan Bugui clasped his hands behind his back and ignored Yan Jiefang.
"Don't bother me!" Yan Jiefang softened immediately.
He has just been hired by the fitter workshop of the steel rolling mill and will start work next month.
I plan to take advantage of this gap to go on a few more dates with Yu Li in the park, so as to take the opportunity to win her over.
It would be boring without a bicycle.
"Okay, I like sleeping in the main room the most. The air is good and the space is big. No one can compete with me!"
After saying that, without waiting for Yan Bugui's instructions, he rushed into the room to tidy up the bedding.
Yan Bugui sat down slowly, took a sip from the enamel jar, and said to Li Dong with a stern expression: "Children, we need to teach them to be self-reliant from an early age. Look at how good and sensible these children in my family are.
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As he spoke, his little eyes rolled around, as if he had thought of something, and he bent over and licked his face with a smile: "Dong Lai, I heard that you pay them 2 yuan a day for the workers with style mine belts. Otherwise, fire them.
One or two, let Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiecheng take the top spot."
"Don't worry, with me watching over them, they will definitely work hard."
Li Donglai was stunned by his brain circuitry.
What a joke to ask two young men who have never used a carpenter's plane or masonry knife to help decorate the house.
Yan Bugui was not afraid of exhausting his two sons, but he was also afraid of ruining those terrazzo stones!
Immediately he refused and said: "Third uncle, my house is fully-inclusive, and the decoration labor and materials have been paid for by Shaanxi Lei. If you want brothers Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiekuang to work as laborers, yes, you need Shaanxi Lei's consent."
"Oh, you kid, you just don't know how to live." Yan Bugui clicked his tongue twice, shook his head and said, "You can save a lot of money if you buy the materials yourself and only pay for the work!"
Li Donglai smiled faintly and said nothing.
Xiangxiang Lei is a master who has repaired palaces. He has superb craftsmanship and the extra money is worth it.
If everyone is as scheming as Yan Bugui, who would dare to decorate his house?
Yanbu Gui had just spent so much money to save the bicycle, and he was feeling distressed and wanted to earn the money back as soon as possible.
Seeing that the proposal failed, he rolled his eyes and thought of another good idea.
"Donglai, why don't you let your little sister sleep here too? I'll let Yan Jiedi sleep next to your third aunt."
"I have to ask my little sister about this tomorrow."
At this time, Yan Jiecheng had already carried all the quilts into the main room, and Li Donglai also returned to his room and brought the quilts.
The next day, when Li Donglai was having dinner, he asked his little sister where she would sleep at night. Li Xiaomei said she was determined to sleep with sister He Yuyu.
Yan Bugui was very disappointed when he heard the news.
In order to earn more money and have a bicycle, he decided to expand his business scope.
Li Donglai also told Ding Qiunan about his temporary stay at Yanbu Gui's house when he was at work.
Ding Qiunan immediately expressed that he wanted Li Donglai to stay at Ding's house for a few days.
This proposal was very tempting, and Li Donglai thought about it for a while, but still refused.
What's the point of living in my father-in-law's house before I get married? A live-in son-in-law?
Moreover, I was quite happy living in the Yanbu Gui family. Every morning, the third aunt got up early and prepared meals.
After eating, you don't even need to wash the bowl.
Of course, I used Li Donglai’s stick noodles.
But now that Li Donglai’s monthly salary is 110.5 yuan, he doesn’t care too much.
The work in the medical department was as Li Donglai expected, quite easy.
In nearly three days, only one case of "medical dispute" was handled.
In the end, it was found out that it was a misunderstanding.
The days passed in a dull manner.
Until the weekend, when the sun shone through the glass window on the bedside, Li Donglai was still lying in bed and sleeping in, when he suddenly heard a moan coming from outside.
"Ouch, it hurts me so much, old woman, please be gentler."
"It hurts. Do you know it hurts now? When you fight with others, why don't you think about getting hurt?"
...
Oh, Yan Bugui is an old teacher, and he has learned to fight with others?
How strange.
Li Donglai opened the door and walked out, unable to help but take a breath.
Yan Bugui's face was bruised and bruised, there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his right eye socket was black, as if he had been shot beyond recognition.
The broken glasses had already broken one leg, and now the other leg is also broken, and can only be hung around the neck with a rope.
"Third uncle, have you encountered a robbery?" Li Donglai joked.
"Hiss...suck...hiss..." Yanbu rolled his eyes at him, "You guessed it right, you've just encountered a calamity!"
Li Donglai's eyes widened. Is there anyone who dares to rob Dao these days? They are so impatient?
He reminded: "Then why didn't you report it to the police station?"
"I thought those young men were just impulsive. Once they were arrested and imprisoned in the police station, they would be finished for the rest of their lives." Yan Bugui said nonchalantly.
Li Donglai didn't believe Yan Bugui's explanation at all.
In Beijing, the concept of calling the police if you encounter a bad person has been deeply rooted in the people's hearts.
Even Aunt Chaoyang will report to the neighborhood committee if she sees someone acting suspiciously.
After being robbed, he pretended that nothing happened. This is obviously very suspicious.
Sure enough, the third aunt who was applying red potion on him couldn't stand it anymore.
He advised: "Old man, Donglai is not an outsider, so just talk to him."
"It's not a big deal that you were beaten. It's just a skin injury. It will heal in two days."
"We can no longer collect scraps from now on, which will be a big trouble. Our family still relies on the little money you earn to live on!"
Yan Bugui hesitated for a moment and told the whole story.
It turns out that Yan Bugui is not picking up waste, but collecting waste.
He counted and packaged the kraft paper, books, wine bottles and junk metal collected from residents' homes, and then sold them to scrap collection stations to earn profits.
Most of the waste collectors in Beijing have divided their territories, and the leaders are a few green men.
In the past, Yan Bugui would collect scraps on foot, but he couldn't collect much, and the green men didn't care.
Now he switched from gun to gun and rode a bicycle.
Good guy, sometimes if you are lucky, you can collect hundreds of kilograms of waste at a time.
Isn't this just trying to seize food from the tiger's mouth? Those green-skinned guys don't want to do it.
Yan Bugui stopped him and beat him up.
More than 100 kilograms of cardboard, wine bottles, scraps and scraps of metal were all taken away.
I didn’t even miss the bike I just bought.
If they hadn't seen Yan Bugui's clothes in tatters, those boys would have taken off his pants.
This time, Yan Bugui suffered huge losses, but he did not dare to call the police.
The reason is simple. The collection and sale of scrap products these days is essentially a form of speculation.
If you really get serious, you'll have to stand behind a fence.
