Yi Zhonghai's Siheyuan

The next day, Yi Zhonghai, who was busy at the steel rolling mill, was called into the office by Li Huaide's secretary.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai coming, Li Huaide didn't waste any words and told Yi Zhonghai about the tasks of the Metallurgical Ministry in the morning.

"Old Yi, our fan workshop is doing pretty well. The higher-ups are planning to send you on a business trip to the machine repair factory."

"Okay, when will Director Li go? I'll get ready."

"Don't be anxious. Wait until they give you the letter of approval. Otherwise, as an engineer, you won't be disrespected. It will probably take about half a month." Li Huaide said and took a sip of tea.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your letter, Director Li."

The two chatted for a while and then Yi Zhonghai returned to the office, thinking that he had to buy the courtyard house as soon as possible, otherwise when he went on a business trip, Mr. Niu would not be able to find him. He also had to say hello to his wife.

While Yi Zhonghai was thinking about this, Yan Jiecheng was not feeling well these days. After enjoying a trip to Yanzhi Hutong a few days ago, his lower body was actually starting to feel a little itchy.

Nowadays, people don't dare to see a doctor if they get this disease, for fear of being laughed at. So Yan Jiecheng just endured the itch, and if it was too itchy, he would go to the toilet and pretend to pee and scratch himself a few times.

"Yan Jiecheng, what's wrong with you lately? You wrote all the warehouse incoming information wrong." The materials team leader at the side was scolding.

Recently, he always saw Yan Jiecheng not at his post during working hours. When he asked his colleagues, he found out that this guy went to the toilet dozens of times a day. Many people came to apply for materials but couldn't find anyone, so they came to complain to the head of the materials department.

"Team leader, I have a stomachache today. Please bear with me. I will work hard now." Yan Jiecheng said with a smile.

"Don't get too close to me. What's that smell on you? Did you not wipe yourself clean after using the toilet?"

The head of the materials department pinched his nose with his hands. There was nothing he could do about it. The smell on Yan Jiecheng was too bad. It smelled like urine and a little bit of rotten meat.

After scolding the team leader, he went to other places to continue patrolling. After seeing the team leader leave, Yan Jiecheng cursed behind him, thinking that so many people were staring at him.

After cursing, he thought to himself that it was not good, his lower body started to itch again... He couldn't go to the toilet right away, so he could only sit there awkwardly, enduring the itch.

After so many years of getting along with each other, the colleagues around him all understood that Yan Jiecheng was a petty-minded person. Later, they heard from the workers in the courtyard that his father, Yan Bugui, was an expert in calculating. Then everyone called him Little Abacus, and after so many years of working there, no one could get along well with him.

In the kitchen, Sha Zhu no longer needs to cook in the kitchen. Except for the canteen kitchen where he is needed, he patrols the kitchen when he has nothing to do and then goes to the open space in the kitchen to see if the little guys are studying hard.

When he arrived at the open space in the back kitchen, he saw his son He Xiao disturbing Xuanyunduo's class.

"Xuanyuduo, remember to go catch bird eggs with me after class. I see a nest on a tree here. You can catch them for me down there later."

"No, my dad said we can't go and get bird eggs. It's easy to get hurt."

"Tsk, your dad is so skinny and bony that you can tell he never exercised. My dad taught me wrestling from time to time."

The voices of the two people interrupted the old professor who was giving a lecture on the stage. Now these old men are teaching here and have developed feelings with the children. In their words, teaching children to study is more difficult than teaching college students.

The old professor threw a small stone and hit He Xiao on the head while he was speaking.

"Who? Who dares to hit your Master Xiao!" He Xiao touched his head and looked around, then muttered softly.

The old professor came over and grabbed He Xiao's ear and said, "He Xiao, everyone is in class, why are you just talking? You are delaying others' studies. I tell you that you are not allowed to go back until you finish your math problems."

He Xiao secretly thought that he was doomed. When he returned home, his father Sha Zhu would surely beat him to death. He quickly begged for mercy from the professor, but unfortunately the professor ignored him and went back to the front desk to start talking again.

When Sha Zhu saw this scene from behind, his back teeth were about to break. Look at Xu Damao's son, and then look at his own son, who is ruined. Then his eyes fell on his two little daughters, who were listening to the class attentively.

Sha Zhu smiled like an old father again. At this time, Xu Damao, who had just finished his work outside, returned to the steel rolling mill. Seeing Sha Zhu smiling foolishly, he patted Sha Zhu on the shoulder.

Sha Zhu was startled by the sudden slap, and when he turned around he saw that it was his old rival Xu Damao.

"Don't you know that scaring others can kill them? It was a close call that I scared you to death..." Sha Zhu angrily slapped away Xu Damao's hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, I just saw you from a distance grinning at my son Xuanyunduo. What's the matter? Did you see that my son is better than your son?"

"Who the hell is looking after your son? I'm looking after my two daughters. Besides, I have my own son. Why are you looking for me?"

Xu Damao didn't interrupt Sha Zhu and told him about the food he brought back from showing a movie outside today. Sha Zhu was very happy to hear this and asked quickly if there was any share for him.

Xu Damao arrogantly didn't even reply to him and turned around and went back to the canteen.

Sha Zhu followed along and said flatteringly, "Brother Mao, how much corn flour did you bring? Do you have white flour or sweet potato flour?"

"Tsk, you idiot, I just can't give you a good face, otherwise your mouth will be harder and stinkier than the stone in the toilet."

"Okay, okay, I guess I said the wrong thing. Brother Mao, please tell me what's going on." Sha Zhu still looked like a lackey.

Seeing that Doushazhu was almost done, Xu Damao told him that he had brought 30 kilograms of corn flour with him to show movies in the countryside, because the projector was too heavy and he couldn't carry other things.

When Sha Zhu heard that it was only 30 kilograms, his face fell. It turned out that this guy was making fun of him.

Xu Damao pointed at Sha Zhu and said, "Look at you, you're anxious again! I'll give you all 30 kilograms. In a few days, my father-in-law will bring 10 kilograms of corn flour to my family, and then I'll give you another kilograms."

Sha Zhu still said unhappily, "Tsk, you are so stingy! My father-in-law only gave me 10 kilograms out of 20 kilograms. If you don't give me kilograms, I will look down on you. Also, don't reduce the price for me. Just use the market price and convert it into the ticket price."

"Okay, I'll let my wife tell your wife about this. I seemed to hear your son being scolded just now, just like when you were in school as a kid."

After saying this, Xu Damao ran away. Ever since the last time he asked people to come to the courtyard, Director Wang brought the matter to the steel rolling mill. Li Huaide arranged for him to go down and show movies. Xu Damao was depressed for a while because of this matter.