Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing was quite happy that He Yuzhu had added another child to the He family.

But He Yuzhu, this idiot, said something about wanting to nourish the widow he was dating, and He Daqing was not happy about it.

You should know that He Yuzhu earns 48.5 yuan a month.

Out of consideration for He Daqing, the Red Star Steel Mill basically never lacked He Yuzhu for any kind of tickets.

In addition, He Yuzhu packed meals from the cafeteria to take home every day.

If calculated in terms of money and food, He Yuzhu's treatment is almost the same as that of a seventh-level worker.

From time to time, he would come over to ask for help.

Even so, you still dare to say that there is not enough money to spend.

That must be a brothel. No one knows a son better than his father.

He Daqing glared.

“Buy food and make up for what you need.

I'll have someone deliver it over in a moment.

snort!

I know exactly what you are planning."

He Yuzhu was somewhat unwilling to not get the money, but he had no choice.

I can only find an excuse to say something else.

"Dad, Director Wang from the street said that we should select a few respected uncles from our courtyard.

He said he wanted to help catch the enemy spies!

Isn't this a joke?

Are enemy spies so easy to catch?"

When He Daqing heard the title "Uncle", he was dazed for a moment.

Because of his rebirth, Yi Zhonghai died directly and had no chance of becoming a master.

The so-called uncle system is nothing more than acting as the eyes and ears of the streets. When they see suspicious people, they will tip them off. They have no real power at all.

In the previous life, the reason why there were so many evil winds in the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang was because of this so-called uncle system.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong are both senior workers in the steel rolling mill. Many of the workers under them obey their orders and they are very prestigious.

Yan Bugui is a teacher and a cultured person, so he is naturally more popular.

Yi Zhonghai likes to meddle in other people's business, Liu Haizhong is crazy about becoming an official, and Yan Bugui wants to take advantage of the opportunity to gain benefits.

The result is predictable. The three guys with ulterior motives made the courtyard No. 95 a mess.

Thinking of this, He Daqing said:

“When to choose?

How did you choose it?

"Dad, why are you asking this?

You don't want to be this master, do you? "

"You idiot, just tell me what I ask you."

He Yuzhu scratched his head, not understanding why He Daqing asked this, but he still told the truth.

"Choose the master after work this evening!

For our courtyard house with three entrances, we will choose three uncles.

Liu Haizhong in the backyard and Yan Bugui in the front yard are almost certain to be the winners.

It’s just that it’s a little difficult to choose the people for the Intermediate Court. Old Liu and Old Li are only level 4 workers and are not very popular.

If Yi Zhonghai were still alive, the position of the head of the Central Court would have belonged to him."

"Why bring up that damn thing?

What bad luck!

Zhuzi, you are the chief of the Central Court. "

"I?

Whoops!

What am I doing with that thing?

We can’t eat or drink, and we still want to capture enemy spies. This is inappropriate, inappropriate!”

"If I tell you to be the boss, you should be the boss!

What the hell is catching an enemy spy? In fact, it just means that if you find any suspicious person, you just report it to the street.

If you have that ability, why don’t you become a police officer?

Think about it, that fat guy in Liu Haizhong is a power-hungry person, and Yan Bugui is a stingy person.

Just those two things, if no one deals with them, they'll really take themselves seriously.

You are now a canteen monitor, and you are considered a half-cadre. How are you worse than them?"

He Yuzhu also couldn't understand why his father asked him to choose Uncle Laozi.

But we still have to listen to He Daqing.

As for He Daqing's obsession with the position of master, it is also an obsession from his previous life.

If in the previous life, Master He Daqing had not run away, what business would Yi Zhonghai have with the position of a great master?

The person who can cover the sky with one hand in Siheyuan can only be He Daqing.

Now that he is a deputy ministerial-level leader, it would be a demotion for him to become the so-called boss.

Although Master He Daqing is not worthy of being a master, He Yuzhu can be one.

Even though He Yuzhu is only twenty years old, he looks old.

Standing together with Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui, He Yuzhu looks like they are of the same generation.

It was 5:30 in the afternoon and almost all the workers had returned home after a busy day.

The workers in the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang are naturally no exception.

Men, women, young and old from the entire courtyard gathered in the central courtyard.

Today is a special day. The street has asked the No. 95 courtyard to elect three managers.

Liu Haizhong from the backyard and Yan Bugui from the front yard were elected with high votes as expected in a short time.

The remaining ones are the uncles from the Intermediate Court, Old Liu and Old Li. Both of them are level 4 workers and neither of them is willing to submit to the other.

The two of them usually don't get along, and if someone hadn't stopped them, they would have probably already started fighting.

The people in the hospital were also in a dilemma.

These two guys are not easy to deal with.

If you choose one, you will definitely offend the other.

Liu Haizhong considered himself a level six worker and thought he had enough face, so he spoke in an official tone.

"Comrade Liu, Comrade Li.

Stop arguing, I'm going to say something fair.

In the steel rolling mill, your level as level 4 workers still needs to be improved.

In Siheyuan, your moral standards are not that good.

In my opinion, two uncles are enough in our courtyard. Anyone else is not qualified.

Yan Bugui, am I right?"

Yan Bugui nodded and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Old Liu and Old Li.

"Bullshit, Liu Haizhong, this is our middle courtyard's business, what does your backyard have to do with it?"

"That's right, it's not your turn to interfere in the affairs of the Central Court.

Why are you staring at me?

Believe it or not, I will fuck you together with Old Liu."

Liu Haizhong was choked badly by Old Liu and Old Li, but he didn't dare to get angry.

If it was just one person, Liu Haizhong could still handle it, but if two of them came together, he would just be beaten.

Xu Damao watched the fun and also started to interject.

"In my opinion, it would be better for my father to be the head of the middle court.

My father is a projectionist, a highly skilled person, I don’t know how much better he is than you guys…”

Xu Damao's words immediately opened up everyone's conversation.

“Yes, Xu Fugui is indeed a good candidate.

I asked for a re-election, and the old man in the backyard let Xu Fangying be the one."

"No, no, Xu Fugui goes to the countryside to show movies every day, so he doesn't have time to take care of the theater's affairs."

"I also want to vote in the front yard. Old Yan is too stingy. I don't accept it..."

At this moment, He Daqing swaggered into the central courtyard and squeezed into the crowd.

He laughed loudly and said:

"Yo~

It’s quite lively!

Knowing that I, He Daqing, was coming, did you all come together to welcome me?

Xu Damao, what uncle did you just say?

So, don't waste your energy on that.

I have something to say. Comrade He Yuzhu has always been kind and generous, and is willing to help widows and orphans.

This spirit of selfless dedication is worth promoting and learning from!

I propose that Comrade He Yuzhu be appointed as the uncle of Courtyard No. 95!

Vote now, raise your hands if you are against...

Everyone, please speak freely, I, He Daqing, promise not to retaliate..."

After He Daqing finished speaking, his eagle-like sharp eyes swept over everyone in the courtyard, but no one dared to look him in the eye...