Siheyuan: Kick the deaf old lady to death with three kicks, it feels so good

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As everyone knows, the third uncle Yan Bugui is a stingy old man. He likes to stand by the gate of the courtyard house on weekdays. Even if a dog brings a piece of bread to him, he will go up and lick it to taste it.

Today Yi Zhonghai asked him to donate money, which is simply a fantasy and impossible.

It seemed that Yan Bugui did not hear Yi Zhonghai calling him and was still drinking tea.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai shouted at him again and slapped the table twice with his hands.

"Third uncle?"

The sound of Yi Zhonghai slamming the table was so loud that it was impossible for him to pretend not to hear it.

Yan Bugui slowly stood up, laughed awkwardly, and then began to grope his body up and down.

Then he took off his shoes and pulled out a penny that had been ironed very flat from under the insole.

Yan Bugui was holding a penny in his hand, and the aroma of Lao Tan's pickled cabbage filled his bangs and Yi Zhonghai's nose. It was so fragrant that they both pinched their noses with their hands and fanned themselves with their other hands, with disgust expressed on their faces.

Yan Bugui didn't care at all. He put the penny into the box and then said to everyone.

"Everyone in the compound knows that my third uncle Yan Bugui is an elementary school teacher, but I only make more than 20 yuan a month, and it is already difficult to support a large family. You all know my family's situation, which is not much better than that of the Jia family."

"It is definitely impossible for me to donate to the Jia family. I will use this penny as a contribution to Jia Dongxu's funeral."

After saying this, Yan Bugui sat back down at the side seat of the eight-immortals table.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai was almost furious. The second uncle donated one cent, but the third uncle didn't donate a cent at all, but instead contributed one cent.

I originally wanted them to take the lead, but I didn't expect them to take the lead in this way.

The donation designation cannot be carried out now.

Chen Xiangdong shouted in the crowd.

"Yi Zhonghai, do you have anything else to do? If not, let everyone go. We are all very tired after a day's work and are waiting to go home to cook and eat."

"Those who want to donate have already donated. It's useless for those who don't want to donate even if you beg them. Don't waste everyone's time."

As soon as Chen Xiangdong finished speaking, the others echoed him.

"Yes, uncle, my family's situation is not much better than the Jia family's. On weekdays, we can barely afford cornmeal steamed bread, so how can we have the money to donate to the Jia family?"

“It’s the same in my family.”

“It’s the same in my family.”

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Chen Xiangdong sneered in his heart, and he felt so happy when he looked at Yi Zhonghai's old face.

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai did not respond to everyone, Chen Xiangdong stood up and walked away first.

"Any of you who want to donate can leave it here. I'm going home to cook."

As soon as Chen Xiangdong left, the others looked at each other, then followed Chen Xiangdong and carried their small stools home.

After a while, only three old men were left at the scene.

Liu Haizhong coughed coldly.

"Uncle, it's getting late. I'm going to go back and cook."

Yan Bugui beside him said quickly.

"Uncle, slow down, I have something to tell you..."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Yi Zhonghai was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver all over.

He pounded his fist on the table angrily.

"Liu Haizhong and Chen Xiangdong, you two just wait for me!!!"

He thought he could raise about 100 or 80 yuan in donations this time, but now, excluding the 5 yuan he donated himself, he has only raised 2.11 yuan, which is not even enough to buy a coffin.

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When I got home, Teacher Ran was tutoring Youyou.

Today, just as Chen Xiangdong was about to ride his bicycle to pick up Youyou, before he even walked out of the courtyard gate, he saw Teacher Ran personally sending Youyou back.

To express his gratitude, Chen Xiangdong invited Teacher Ran to have a simple meal at his home.

In the room, Teacher Ran saw Chen Xiangdong coming back and asked.

"What kind of meeting was held in your courtyard just now? Did something happen again?"

Chen Xiangdong said.

"It's nothing. Bang Geng's father died. The uncle called a meeting of all the people in the courtyard to donate money to his family. Everyone knows that the Jia family is rich. The wealth of the family ranks among the top three in the courtyard. How could anyone be stupid enough to donate money to their family?"

Then Chen Xiangdong got up and went into the kitchen to cook himself.

"Thank you, Mr. Ran, for coming all the way here to tutor Youyou today."

Teacher Ran blushed and said that she actually had other purposes.

"Youyou is a transfer student, and I was worried that she couldn't keep up with her studies, so... so I came here to tutor Youyou..."

At this moment, Teacher Ran was attracted by the brand new sewing machine beside him, and then his eyes dimmed.

"These are the three major items you bought for your wedding, right?" asked Teacher Ran.

A sour smell filled the room.

"Yes, the date has been set. We are planning to get married next week."

"The bride should be very beautiful, right? What does she do and where does she work?"

"Like me, they all work in the steel mill."

"Oh......"

Then Chen Xiangdong went straight into the kitchen to cook, leaving only Teacher Ran and Youyou in the room.

Youyou looked at the absent-minded Teacher Ran and spoke.

"Teacher Ran, do you like my brother?"

Teacher Ran's pretty face suddenly turned red.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I like your brother?"

"Okay, hurry up and do the questions. I'll check them for you later."

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