Siheyuan: After I moved in, the compound became a mess

At this moment, Liu Haizhong slammed the table and scolded.

"Shut up, Guang Tian. You forgot what I said to you just now so quickly. How come you are worse than your brother? Are you asking for a beating?"

Liu Guangtian put down his sleeves angrily, but his eyes were still staring at Xu Damao viciously.

Seeing this, Liu Haizhong gave him a look, and Liu Guangtian instantly became more obedient than a quail.

"It's settled. I'll go discuss this with Old Yan tomorrow. You and Yan Jiefang should clean the yard well during the day. If you dare to slack off, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."

"And you, Damao, get the projection equipment ready as soon as possible. Then we can discuss a specific screening date. Finally, you report to the street office, and Old Yan and I will hold a meeting in the hospital to inform everyone."

"Okay, then it's settled."

When Xu Damao heard that he didn't need to do the cleaning, he immediately became very happy and nodded repeatedly, "I'll do it when I get to the factory tomorrow morning."

The next day, Liu Haizhong got up early, handed the task of emptying the urine pot to Liu Guangfu, and hurried to Yan Bugui's house.

It took Liu Haizhong nearly a quarter of an hour to walk from the backyard to the front yard. During this time, he kept looking at the sanitation of the yard and whether there were any debris in front of each household's door to see if it affected the appearance of the yard.

When Liu Haizhong arrived at the door of Yan Bugui's house, he was about to lift the door curtain, but he stopped and stared at the window frame of Yan Bugui's house with a frown.

I saw that the paint on the window frames of Yan Bugui's house was full of cracks, and many places were broken.

There are several pairs of worn-out insoles drying on the windowsill, and ink stains in the corners. The piles of soil and fertilizer are all leftovers from Yan Bugui's flower farming.

Liu Haizhong sighed and shook his head. He reached out to lift the door curtain but was stunned again.

This door curtain is too dirty. How could Yan Bugui, a people's teacher, be so unhygienic?

After entering the house, Liu Haizhong did not say anything, but sat on the chair and looked around. He had not noticed it before, but ever since Xu Damao proposed to show a movie in the courtyard, he was not satisfied with everything he saw after walking around the courtyard.

"Hey, Lao Liu, when did you get here? Why didn't you make a sound? It's scary."

Yan Bugui came out of the inner room holding a urine pot, and he almost peed on his feet. "Liberation, liberation, come here quickly."

Seeing Liu Haizhong's gloomy face, Yan Bugui was a little confused and worried that something bad might have happened.

"Dad, what's wrong? Hey, is the uncle here too?"

Yan Jiefang ran out with his pants pulled up.

Yan Bugui handed the urinal to his second son and told him to empty it. Then he rubbed his hands on his body and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

After finishing half a cigarette, Liu Haizhong still said nothing. Yan Bugui kept handing him cigarettes and pouring him hot water, but he still didn't understand what was going on for a long time.

"Old Liu, are you in trouble?"

"Ah."

Liu Haizhong nodded with a straight face, "Yesterday Xu Damao came to me and proposed a plan to show movies before the New Year. I think it's feasible. He plans to show the movie in our courtyard and organize neighbors from the neighboring courtyards to come and watch it."

Yan Bugui was surprised at first, then a look of joy appeared on his face.

"This is a good thing, Old Liu. Look, this will not only increase the popularity of our Red Star Courtyard on the street, but it will also help spread the name of our manager. This is a great thing. Why are you still so sad?!"

"It's a good thing, but have you ever considered the sanitation image of our compound?"

"What is the hygienic image of our compound?"

Yan Bugui wondered what the showing of movies had to do with the hygiene image of our hospital.

Liu Haizhong glanced at Yan Bugui helplessly: "The sanitation in the yard is too poor now. Not only are there piles of debris everywhere, but it's winter now and the yard is full of leaves blown by the wind. There are also those withered and yellow weeds, which are an eyesore. Do you think it's reasonable for so many people to come and see it?"

"Don't let it be a good thing to promote, but it will have the opposite effect in the end."

"Oh, it's true now that you put it that way, Old Liu."

Yan Bugui slapped his thigh and said, "But this is easy to handle. Just let Jie Cheng, Jiefang, Guangtian, and Guangfu take care of it."

Liu Haizhong continued to sigh.

Yan Bugui was confused again. Hasn't the solution to this problem been proposed? It's interesting that you, Liu Haizhong, are playing dumb with me here: "I say, Lao Liu, can you please speak frankly? What are you doing?"

"Okay, I'll tell you straight then." Liu Haizhong stood up and walked out the door, calling Yan Bugui, "Come, come and take a look."

When they got outside, Liu Haizhong first pointed to the large cotton door curtain at the door of Yan Bugui's house and asked him to look at it.

There are so many black oil stains on it that it is impossible to tell the original color.

"This curtain is too thick. It won't dry after washing. Besides, it won't stick to your hands even if you touch it." As he spoke, Yan Bugui touched it.

Liu Haizhong glanced at him and said, "It doesn't touch your hands, but it does touch your eyes."

"And here on the ground, you said you want to grow flowers, so why did you mess up the door so much? How long has it been since you last cleaned the windows? The New Year is almost here, why don't you be more diligent? I see you're really busy tending to those pots of flowers."

"And this window frame, quickly polish it and apply some paint, not only for the sake of appearance, but also for the overall image of the compound."

Yan Bugui was sweating profusely after hearing what Liu Haizhong said. This would cost money, it's not something you can do just by opening your mouth.

Liu Haizhong saw through Yan Bugui's thoughts and said sternly, "Old Yan, even if it's not for this screening, the windows still need to be painted, otherwise it will be a waste of things."

"How about this, we can get a notebook and go door to door, write down which windows need to be painted, and then go buy paint together to avoid wasting leftovers."

Yan Bugui nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Lao Liu, you are still smart."

After a while, Yan Bugui found Yan Jiekuang's homework book and followed Liu Haizhong to inspect the compound.

The Zhou family's coal needs to be moved into the house. If there is no place to put it, it can be moved out after the screening. The Li family's cart also needs to be stored somewhere, it can't just lie in the yard.

The brick pile on the south side of Jia's wing needs to be tidied up, straightened out, and stacked along the wall.

It's the Jia family again. The clothes drying rack outside has been taken down first. The mess affects the appearance of the courtyard.

It’s still the Jia family’s house. There are too many miscellaneous items piled outside the door and they need to be cleaned up.

It is still the Jia family. The paint on the gate and windows has seriously peeled off, which greatly affects the visual sense. If the screening is held in the Central Courtyard, the people in the Red Star Courtyard will definitely be lost.

Next is Shazhu's house, because the house caught fire before, the windows and the door were burned. Although Shazhu has been replaced, there are still traces of blackening on the wall, which need to be wiped quickly.

Liu Haizhong spoke in front and Yan Bugui took notes in the back.