"Then how can we live today?" Hearing that we had to go to Jiangzhuang tomorrow, the fat man couldn't help but shout, "This winter twelfth month, they can't just stay in the car, the thin iron sheet can't resist the howling cold wind."

More importantly, they rushed to Liujiazhuang in a dark and missed a gas station. Now there is not much gasoline in the car. If they turn on the warm air conditioner overnight, they may have to push the car to Jiangzhuang the next day.

"this……"

The old branch secretary hesitated after hearing this. They were poor villages in Liujiazhuang, and every household had basically no free house. If a few women came, they would still say that they could live in the houses where men went out to work, but Fang Yi and the other three big men were obviously inappropriate.

"Old man, why don't they... let them live at Ergouzi's house?" Seeing the old man in a dilemma, the old lady said, "The Ergouzi's house is big enough. Let's go and help them burn the kang. It should be no problem to stay overnight, right?"

"Okay, why didn't I expect it!" Hearing the old woman's words, the old secretary slapped his thigh and said, "Old woman, please take them over first. I'll go home to get the keys, and then carry some firewood over..."

Si Yuanjie's home is almost next to the old branch secretary's home. After his grandfather died and Si Yuanjie left home, their keys were always kept at the old branch secretary's home. However, Si Yuanjie has not been at home this autumn, but he has no reserves for the firewood to burn the kang during the winter.

The fat guys and the others were already trembling with coldness, and they were eager to live there quickly. After hearing the old branch secretary's words, they hurriedly said, "Uncle, we will help you hold firewood!"

"No, no, you are a city guest. What kind of qi are you cooking? Where have you done these jobs..." The old branch secretary waved his hands repeatedly and said, "You go there first with the old woman, open the door and boil the pot of water. When Ergouzi came back, he brought some firewood to him. The pot of water was still enough..."

"Uncle, we used to be from the countryside..." Fang Yi laughed and said, "We use firewood for food and other things. Don't be polite, we are always here. We can do more work!"

Although the household registration has been completed in the city, to be honest, from Fatty Fang Yi to Sanpao, this guy has one of the three, and he has been ashore for a few days. Especially Fang Yi, carrying water, chopping wood and cooking, which he had to do every day before, and farm work is nothing to them at all.

"All of them are good kids!"

Seeing Fang Yi and the others holding a large pile of firewood, the old branch secretary nodded repeatedly. Is this a farmer? You can see from the job at a glance that the handsome young man, not to mention the most handsome young man, even the other two are good at it.

However, what the old branch secretary didn't see was that after each person picked up a pile of firewood, Fang Yi quietly put two hundred yuan on the pile of firewood. For rural areas, the reserved firewood can be sold for money. For example, those who work and are not at home often have to spend money to buy it when they go home for the New Year.

"Uncle, is this Si Yuanjie's home?"

Following the old branch secretary to a fat man holding a high wall, Fang Yi and others were stunned for a moment. Compared with the low earthen house next to him, the brick and stone wall of Si Yuanjie's family seemed very abrupt. Could it be that Si Yuanjie's family had a landlord before?

"Yes, it's here, their family doesn't farm..." The old branch secretary said something inexplicably, took out the key and opened the yard door, allowing Fang Yi and others to walk in.

"Hmm? Such a big yard?"

As soon as we entered the door, Fatty and Sanpao saw a large courtyard of two or three hundred square meters. The ground of the yard was usually covered with bluestone, and the other half was very hard land. There was also a wooden shelf on the bluestone floor, but the shelf was empty, and the things on it had obviously been put away.

On that muddy ground, there were more than ten wooden stakes more than one meter high. The distances of the wooden stakes vary in length, occupying almost half of the muddy ground. Compared with ordinary farmyards full of vegetables, this place is a bit like those martial arts halls in the city.

"This is a martial arts training ground!" Fang Yi glanced at the eyes and understood the purpose of this yard. Behind the Taoist temple where Fang Yi lived, the old Taoist priest also leveled out such a place, but the area was not as large as here.

"Go into the house and talk..."

The old branch secretary walked in front and opened the door of Si Yuanjie's house. Compared with other houses in Liujiazhuang, Si Yuanjie's house was pretty good. At least the foundation of the house was built of bluestone, and the whole house was also covered with brick and stone structures. However, the bluestone outside was covered with moss, which obviously had been built for a while.

"I didn't see that, Si Yuanjie's family used to be a landlord?"

The fat man's eyes lit up as soon as he entered the door. With the light of the old branch secretary's flashlight, he saw that the tables and chairs placed in the living room in the middle of the house were all old styles, at least from decades ago.

The old branch secretary lit a kerosene lamp on the table in the room, and the room suddenly became bright. When he turned around, the old branch secretary smiled and said, "The landlord can't say that they have no land, but when my old brother was alive, their family's situation was very good..."

"Uncle, let's boil the kang first and then chat..."

The structure of rural houses is similar. Fang Yi went straight to the kitchen with firewood in his arms and placed some old newspapers that caused fire in the fire. After lit the newspaper with a fat man's lighter, Sandau quickly pulled up the bellows. In just ten minutes, the fire in the kang was already burning.

Through the partition in the middle of the house, hot air flowed into the room, and the whole house suddenly became warmer. The old branch secretary called Fang Yi and others to sit down and said, "My brother's house is fully equipped with a fire kang, which is much warmer than ours..."

The bigger the room, the more firewood you need to burn. Except for the cold weather in the Northeast, the people in Hebei Province usually only burn the kang in the sleeping room, while Si Yuanjie's home was all hot. In the past, only wealthy families could do it.

A few minutes later, Fang Yi brought the boiled hot water over, found a few big bowls of big water to each of them, and asked the old branch secretary: "Uncle, Si Yuanjie's family is good, why is this kid still thinking about running out?"

Although Fang Yi talked about some family affairs with Si Yuanjie and knew his origin, he didn't know much about Si Yuanjie's family. He only knew that since his grandfather passed away, Si Yuanjie had no other relatives like himself.

"Their family used to be good. Since his parents passed away, the family has been ineffective..."

Hearing Fang Yi's words, the old secretary shook his head and said, "This kid's life is so miserable. The family still has some money. Who knew that my old brother was sick again all of a sudden. Not to mention that the person was unsuccessful, his family had all spent all of the money. Otherwise, the child wouldn't go out to work..."

The Si family is in Liujiazhuang, which can be said to be a relatively alternative existence. Since the Qing Dynasty, the Si family has settled in Liujiazhuang. At that time, they made a living by farming. However, since the generation of Si Yuanjie's ancestor, Si family began to open a museum and accept disciples.

As one of Dong Haichuan's direct descendants, Si Yuangong has a high reputation in a radius of hundreds of miles, and some people even travel thousands of miles to become disciples. As the saying goes, those who are poor in literature and wealthy in martial arts often have a poor family background. If you want to become a famous teacher, the apprenticeship is naturally very generous.

By recruiting disciples to teach boxing, the Si family lived a very prosperous life. This large courtyard and house were built at that time. When it came to Si Yuanjie and Grandpa Zeng's generation, they were still famous boxers.

However, after the liberation, the Si family's life became difficult, especially in the natural disasters in those years, when farmers could not even have enough food to eat, so there were no one willing to become a disciple and practice martial arts. Therefore, the Si family could only rely on the filial piety of their disciples they received in their early years to barely maintain it.

This situation has changed in recent years. While teaching Si Yuanjie's grandfather also began to teach others to box, so the Si family's life gradually improved. If it weren't for the successive accidents at home, the Si family would still be a relatively wealthy family in Liujiazhuang.

"My old brother has real skills..."

The old branch secretary was rising, pointing to the wooden beam more than three meters high, and said, "At such a high place, my old brother can sit on it with a stomp of his feet. Who doesn't know that the old Si family has real skills? To be honest, I have practiced for a few days when I was young..."

"Okay, you've been practicing for a few days and you're afraid of hardship and pain. If you had the perseverance of Ergouzi, you wouldn't be so poor now..."

Before the old branch secretary could finish his words, his wife revealed his true feelings. "If you want to say that Ergouzi is really hard-working. When he was five or six years old, he was often fucked by Willow Tiaozi. I don't know how cruel his grandfather can do it?"

"What do you two think of me?"

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, the fat man and Sanpao looked at Fang Yi. In the memory of their brothers, Fang Yi was also blue and purple when he was young, and they were all beaten by the old Taoist priest while practicing kung fu.

"Brother Yi, no wonder you are so kind to Si Yuanjie. It turns out that you both were beaten up?" The fat man laughed. He was very glad that he had not practiced martial arts with the old Taoist priest back then, otherwise he would probably have the feeling of being connected to Si Yuanjie now.

"Okay, it's getting late, you guys have a rest first. I will take Daniu's wife with you to Jiangzhuang tomorrow!"

After simply cleaning up the house, the old branch secretary and the old couple stood up. Although he was not sure that Fang Yi was a good person, there was nothing to steal from Si Yuanjie's house with a bare wall. They couldn't even move the house, right? So the old branch secretary was still very relieved to leave Fang Yi and the others here.
Chapter completed!