Yan Jiecheng's east wing, Yan Bugui found a craftsman to repair it early.

They are all people who used to take jobs on the street.

Yes, the father and son, the son and Yan Xie are the same age, and it seems that they have been working together for several years.

The east wing belongs to the layout of one light, two dark and three bays.

The bright room in the middle is the place where the door is opened and entered, which belongs to the hall, and Yan Jiecheng is going to use it as a dining and living room.

The two shades refer to the location of the two windows on either side of the door.

One for the kitchen and one for the bedroom.

Not counting the study, just right.

Yan Jiecheng's eyes were hot in the inverted seat room next to the east wing.

The house is not big, only a dozen square meters.

However, if the wall between the bedroom and the bedroom is broken down to make a study, it is very comfortable.

This room is now occupied by Lao Zhou, a cleaner at the rolling mill.

I can only slowly figure it out.

According to Yan Jiecheng's request, the walls of the house were re-plastered.

The interior is brightly painted with white plaster.

According to the father and son, the green gray is frost-resistant than the white ash, and it is dirt-resistant.

The ground turned out to be potholed.

The kitchen and dining room are all leveled and paved with large green bricks.

The bedroom is required to be laid with wooden floors.

Now there are no finished products, they are all handmade by father and son with friends.

It is five centimeters thick, the surface is polished bright and smooth, and there are mortise and tenon joints between each piece, as if it were one.

All the doors and windows of the house have been replaced, and the roof has been rebuilt, and some broken tiles have been replaced.

Yan Jiecheng had watched the house change day by day. I just didn't expect it to be cleaned up so quickly.

Looking at the new house, he was very happy.

After all, the significance of the house to the Chinese people, especially the future generations, is really hard to describe.

The house has just been repaired and it is not yet possible to live in.

Let it go for a month and go to taste. It's just right to move in during the New Year's holiday.

Man, I have my own house. Always can't help but plan.

Yan Jiecheng was already thinking: buy a sofa in this place, and a desk in that place...

"Boss, how about taking a look?"

Yan Bugui saw Yan Xie like this, and asked proudly on the side.

"Then I still need to say, Dad, you look at the cleanup, just one word, cover the hat"

"Hey, then you still need to say that you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are, so it cost eighty-one dollars and two cents."

"Isn't it the money I gave? What do you always feel sorry for? ”

Yan Bugui covered his heart and said, "Your money is not money?" As long as you have a lot to do, you also need a wooden floor, which is thirty dollars more than the green bricks. ”

"That's more than a month's salary for me."

Yan Jiecheng looked at Yan Bugui and didn't speak.

Phew, old....

Poof, hmm... This daddy is so cute.

Yan Jiecheng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yan Bugui fixedly, and said, "Dad, I already know everything." ”

"What do you know?"

Yan Bugui was puzzled.

Yan Jiecheng said in his heart: What do I know?

I know you're old... Cute in pretending to be pitiful.

I know your salary is not twenty-seven dollars five!

I know you lied to me, what else can I know?

Yan Jiecheng also ignored Yan Bugui and let him think about it for himself.

I turned my head and studied my room, planning a lot, but I didn't have the money.

I just received a month's salary and a half, plus incentives and odd jobs, I don't have much in total, and I have spent a lot recently.

The remaining 100 or so will be mainly stockpiled with grain.

I haven't been to Zuojiazhuang for more than half a month, and it is estimated that there is goods again. Xu Damao should have news there soon.

So...

"Dad, I went to my cousin's house recently, and you can give me money this time."

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, I'll settle the account for you first."

Yan Jiecheng calculated for a while, Yan Bugui was distressed to death, but he also felt that what his boss said made sense.

"Okay, I'll ask your mother to get you fifty dollars later."

I don't feel at ease, so I advised.

"You'll have to save some flowers, and you'll have to calculate."

"Look at what you said, the money is also my own father!"

Yan Bugui made a gesture to knock Yan Jiecheng's dog head and scolded: "Hey, according to what you say, I'm not your father?" ”

Yan Jiecheng dodged and smiled: "If you give money, you are a father, and you don't give money." You are Old Man Yan. ”

"Yes, I've become Old Man Yan. Stay where you go. ”

The two of them teased a few words, and Yan Bugui helped with the planning.

Of course, the main thing is to teach how to save money by arranging, where the old furniture is cheap and easy to use.

In the evening, Yan Jiecheng's family had dinner, and he tutored Yan Jiefang with homework.

This guy is extremely poor at arithmetic.

This is okay, Yan Bugui asked him to make up for the second child.

After all, as a member of the Yan family, how can you be good at math?

In the future, how will the small abacus be pulled, and how will it be calculated.

Yan Jiefang, this guy caught up with the good times, and now the primary and secondary school system is 9 years.

Five years of elementary school, two years of junior high school and two years of high school.

This kind of uprooting has little effect on people with different talents.

However, the average person really can't learn that much.

To learn, you still have to take one step at a time.

One step can't keep up, one step can't keep up.

Mathematics, in particular, is like a book from heaven.

Fortunately, Yan Jiefang is nine and a half years old this year, and he is still in the third grade of junior high school, so he has no impact.

His grades are poor, and he is simply playful.

Under Yan Jiecheng's intimidation and temptation of snacks, he has learned the calculation of fractions.

You can even find an unknown.

It's not about math these days, it's about arithmetic.

The characteristics are: light concept, heavy calculation.

It is very suitable for the old Yan family!

It is also strange to say that Yan Jiefang is not very good at learning, and he is really skilled in abacus.

Five goes to four, two goes to three, three goes to five, five goes to two, four goes five goes to one.

A small mouth, and the mantra will come.

"Boss, you give Jiefang a good review, this looks like it's going to be the end of the term. If you fail the math exam again, but you have to repeat the grade, it will cost you another year of tuition. ”

"Mom, I missed math by two points in my midterm exam. I will definitely pass this time. ”

Don't mention Yan Jie's family, just a stupid pillar family in the middle courtyard. He Yushui is already a seventeen-year-old girl, and the brother and sister naturally slept in separate rooms early.

He Yushui's house is next to an uncle's house on the east side.

Silly Zhu lives alone in the largest room in the hospital.

Inside the house, Silly Zhu saw that it was quiet at night, so he plugged in the door and carefully took out a white material from under the pillow.

Carefully caressed, as if treasured for many years.

Early that morning, Silly Pillar found this on the ground.

Don't think about it, Silly Zhu knows that this must be Xu Damao's special purpose to disgust him.

This lack of virtue has no one else but him.

I just wanted to throw the tongs into the stove, but it looked like Qin Huairu, so I stopped.

Silly Zhu went to Jia Dongxu's house a few days earlier, and this is the one that is cold. At that time, Silly Zhu secretly glanced at it several times.

The stupid pillar stayed, thinking about returning it to Qin Huairu one day. But he went back and forth and left it in his house for several days.

Silly Zhu has always put it under the bed, and one night somehow, I was a little curious, took it out, and looked at it...

As the saying goes: I don't know what to do, go deep... Out of control...