Chapter 224: Boil him to death

Zhang Xingwang was just thinking about it when the third aunt came out and said to him unhappily:

"My old man Yan is out fishing. I'm watching the door. Don't talk nonsense again, you nagging man."

"Aunt, what you said is wrong. I am the kind of person who talks nonsense. Why don't you come with me to the middle courtyard and let me give you a feel for how everyone evaluates me."

The third aunt was about to get angry when Yan Bugui happened to come in pushing his bicycle. When he saw Zhang Xingwang standing at his door, the smile on his face disappeared instantly and he didn't even look at Zhang Xingwang.

Yan only saw Bugui slowly put down his bicycle and handed the two small carps to the three aunts who came over. The angle of his hand was just right for Zhang Xingwang to see.

Although he didn't say anything, he perfectly showed that you are not good at fishing.

Seeing his wife's aggrieved look, he looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "It's just a villain who has succeeded." His tone was calm and a sense of cultural master came over him.

After saying this, he took out an old lock and locked the bicycle. Then he put down the fishing rod and prepared to drag his wife back to the house.

Zhang Xingwang looked at Yan Bugui in front of him and felt that the third uncle still had some character of a cultured man. He was completely different from the way he had been submissive and said that he would follow his lead in the future.

Judging from his reaction this time, he is not afraid of the water being too cold and is a tough guy.

But I am a tough guy, but it is wrong for you to say that I am a villain. Isn't that bullying an honest person?

He said unhappily to Yan Bugui who was about to enter the house:

"Teacher Yan, what you said is not right. You don't look like a scholar at all. You are not generous at all."

When Yan Bugui heard this, he couldn't tolerate it. He pushed the three aunts into the house and walked straight up to Zhang Xingwang with his eyes wide open.

Looking at Zhang Xingwang's eager mouth, he paused for a moment, then changed his expression to mockingly say:

"Hey...explain yourself clearly, how can I be so magnanimous? I'm telling you, don't use those words you used in the meeting to criticize me. There is nothing wrong with my moral standards."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xingwang, who had a calm expression, and calmed down again. His expression eased a little, and he said:

"Forget it, I can't tell you..."

"If you say that, Third Master, I have to say something to you..."

"You'd better stop talking. I don't want to listen. I just want to keep the door closed and not pay attention to what's happening outside..."

"If you say so, then I will go to the middle courtyard and chat with the aunts..."

When Yan Bugui heard this, he felt that this kid was not worth playing with, but then he thought of "Gou Jian, Liu Bang, Han Xin, and Fan Li". His expression softened and a look of tragic heroism of enduring humiliation flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, he thought of Sima Qian again, and suddenly he was startled, and his eyes softened completely. He sighed and said:

"You better stay here, kid. You know that I, the Third Master, listen to advice the most and like to reason. Besides, the most important quality of a teacher is to correct mistakes as soon as they are made..."

Zhang Xingwang looked at Yan Bugui who was bowing his head to learn, and said:

"Third uncle, you said this in a serious and gentlemanly way. I think it's time to reconcile the misunderstanding between us. We are all from the same courtyard. You are also a scholar, so you should keep up with the moral character. Birds of a feather flock together.

Let's get closer to each other in the future and stop hanging out with people of low moral character all day long.

I still miss the uncle who used to help me carry my bicycle. Don’t you think this is true…”

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"Alas... It's Uncle San's fault. I misunderstood your interception. Don't worry, Uncle San is the most reasonable one. I understand the principle of not blaming him..."

Looking at the third uncle who had been persuaded by him to return to the right path with great sincerity, Zhang Xingwang pushed his bicycle back contentedly and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​asking Yan Bugui to repair the bicycle.

The third aunt came out of the house after watching Zhang Xingwang go away. Seeing her own old Yan looking up at the sky with emotion, she prepared to listen to the poem.

In the end, after waiting for a long time, he still didn't see anything. When he got closer, he saw that Old Yan had a sad face and a tragic look in his eyes. He slowly said to the third aunt:

"It's better to stay with Lao Yi Shao in the future, so you can live a peaceful life."

"If you ask me, whoever wants to do this job can do it. There's no benefit, and it costs a lot. Can't we just stop doing it after a while?"

"What do you know? Even if you are just a doorman, you have to keep doing this job. Without this status, anyone can step on you at will..."

"So that's it? That wicked guy with a smoking head caused us to be so single that we still don't have a partner?"

"How can we let it go? It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

"Ah, so we have to wait ten years? We have three sons, so we don't have to wait ten years, right?"

Yan Bugui felt tired when he looked at his wife. It was true that he had three sons, but the problem was that the three brothers were probably not enough for Zhang Pandi to beat with one hand.

Didn't you even understand that I was going to outlast that stupid guy? You're really an ignorant person. Then he sighed and said perfunctorily:

"Who made me a gentleman? Where there is a will, there is a way. I will avenge this grudge sooner or later..."

"Is it the one you always talk about, the Art of War?"

When Yan Bugui heard this, he narrowed his eyes and thought about all the good things that Auntie had done for him after they got married, even including the time when she poured him a glass of water. Only then did he reluctantly give up the idea of ​​taking her to see the well.

Then he grabbed her and went into the house angrily. It is said that the third aunt was beaten badly that night.

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In the evening, Zhang Xingwang went to the pigeon market, mainly because there was too much food to store, but there was already 13 cubic meters of space.

The problem is that the food that Brother Tong is providing as relief is increasing. The space was already filled with all kinds of things, and now there are more than 300 kilograms of food every day, and the growth rate of the space cannot keep up.

Our family can't eat much, and the neighborhood office doesn't dare to buy in large quantities. It's already quite unusual if we take away more than 100 kilograms every now and then.

Although the money has returned to 2000+, and no one has asked about the source, they are still unsure. If someone is really stubborn and files a complaint, it will not withstand investigation and they will probably have to pay for peanuts.

Although I have money and tickets now, just like Zhao Dehan, I dare not spend a penny that I shouldn’t spend, and can only let the prescriptions gather dust in the space.

After much thought, I decided to ask the Third Master for help to free up the space first. It can be considered a happy trouble.

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