In the early morning, the faint sunshine fell over the courtyard, bringing some warmth to the courtyard that had been frozen all night in the cold winter.

The residents got up one after another, went to the courtyard to fetch water, wash up, chat and chat a few words, and the air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

But all this was broken when a person appeared. This person was Yan Jiecheng, the eldest son of the Yan family.

At this time, Xu Damao already knew what happened yesterday afternoon.

At that time, he felt very regretful and regretted that he was not there at the time. Think about it, Yan Jiecheng had falsely accused Wang Weidong of having an affair with Yu Li. If he had been at the scene, he would have rushed up to Yan Jie and slapped Yan several times, and he would have definitely won Wang Weidong's favor.

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But it was not too late at this time. Seeing Yan Jiecheng coming over, Xu Damao stood up and said coldly: "Yan Jiecheng, you still have the nerve to come to the middle courtyard to wash your face. Don't you feel ashamed yourself? A person in our courtyard

The uncle has been so kind to us, but you dare to frame him!"

Yan Jiecheng rolled his eyes, spat and said coldly: "Xu Damao, that is between me and Liu Hongchang, what does it have to do with you?"

"Of course it does matter! The first uncle has worked hard for our courtyard house. With him, our courtyard can be so stable and we can win the title of model courtyard house every year. If you deal with the first uncle, you will deal with me, Xu Damao!"

As he spoke, Xu Damao walked up carrying the washbasin and was about to teach Yan Jiecheng a lesson.

He believed that his actions would always reach Wang Weidong's ears.

Moreover, Xu Damao and the Yan family had a feud.

Silly Zhu often bullied Xu Damao in the past, and beat Xu Damao until he was in agony every time. Logically speaking, Yan Bugui, as the third uncle of the courtyard, should come forward to help Xu Damao, but because he was afraid of Yi Zhonghai, he chose to stand by and watch.

From then on, Xu Damao had a grudge against the Yan family, but without Wang Weidong's support before, he did not dare to deal with the Yan family.

Now that I have encountered this good opportunity, I cannot miss it.

Yan Jiecheng was startled when he saw Xu Damao rushing towards him, and hurriedly hid behind his wife Liu Yuhua.

He poked his head out from behind Liu Yuhua, looked at Xu Damao and said, "Xu Damao, a gentleman talks but never moves!"

Liu Yuhua was tall and tall, so Xu Damao really had no chance of winning against her, so he had no choice but to give up.

He said in a cold voice: "Yan Jiecheng, don't worry, when you start to build the wall, I will keep an eye on you. If you dare to cause trouble, I will take care of you."

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, instead of being scared, he burst into laughter.

"Xu Damao, what are you talking about? Who knows how to build a wall?"

Xu Damao frowned: "Thief Sun, how dare you disobey our first master's order."

"Violation is not considered a violation, but to repair the wall, we must have materials." Yan Jiecheng laughed loudly as he spoke: "Now our street office has no money, so there is no way to buy materials. Without materials, I don't need to repair it."

Walled up.”

When Yan Jiecheng came home last night, he was so worried that he almost hanged himself. He has never done any heavy work since he was born, but now he has to build a wall. Wouldn't it be like killing him? You must know that building walls is the job of masons.

Life, this kind of work is not something that ordinary people can do.

Just when Yan Jiecheng was thinking about running away overnight, Yan Bugui told him this, and Yan Jiecheng became happy at that time.

"Without materials... you can't build a wall..." Xu Damao was confused.

The onlookers were also stunned. Several aunties who were brushing their teeth almost swallowed the toothpaste.

"Yes, I heard Mr. Wang from the sub-district office say that the number of poor households in our street has increased by more than two hundred this year. With so many people needing to eat, even if the sub-district office has money, it will consider those poor households first.

, not toward our courtyard."

"Yes, building a wall won't save lives."

"I think our plan to build a wall this time won't work."

"I'm really not willing to let this kid Yan Jiecheng escape!"

....

Yan Jiecheng raised his head high amidst the discussion. It felt so good to defeat Wang Weidong.

It doesn't matter if you are the director of a big factory, or if you are a big man, as long as you don't have the materials, even if the King of Heaven comes, there is nothing you can do.

At this moment, a crisp trumpet sounded outside.

"Babababa"

The residents in the courtyard were immediately stunned.

"Could it be that the uncle is back?"

"It must be the uncle. We are the only ones in our compound who can take a car."

"The sound of the horn is much louder than that of a car, like a truck."

"Who cares about the truck! Let's go take a look and we'll find out."

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When Yan Jiecheng heard the car's horn, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

He quickly dropped the washbasin and ran outside with everyone.

When he saw the truck parked outside the courtyard door, Yan Jiecheng screamed and almost collapsed to the ground.

The truck is a common GAZ truck in this era. The original color of the cabin and front end has long been lost, but this is not the point.

The point is that the truck compartment is filled with bricks, cement and other construction materials.

Seeing the residents coming out, the truck driver with a big beard jumped out of the truck.

He was holding a cigarette in his mouth and looked a little arrogant.

It’s no wonder that in this era, truck drivers are very popular, and there is even a folk saying that ‘a sound of the horn means a thousand taels of gold’.

Truck drivers are also one of the eight members. Even if the leaders of the unit encounter them, they must be polite.

Seeing the residents of the courtyard standing there, the truck driver frowned slightly: "Which of you is in charge of the courtyard?"

Hearing this, Xu Damao trembled, walked up quickly, and said with a smile: "It's me, my name is Xu Damao, I am the steward of the compound, comrade, what are you..."

Xu Damao spoke, licking his face and offering a cigarette.

He was mentally prepared to be embarrassed by the truck driver.

Who would have thought that when the bearded driver heard Xu Damao's name, his face suddenly changed, and his original arrogant attitude disappeared without a trace.

He waved his hand and refused Xu Damao's cigarette, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out and handed it to Xu Damao.

"Brother Damao, how can I ask for your cigarettes? Come on, have a taste of mine."

"Good guy, it's Sunflower." Xu Damao's eyes widened and he quickly took it.

No wonder Xu Damao was so surprised. Sunflower is a cigarette specially supplied to the army, and ordinary people cannot buy it at all.

"No wonder they say you truck drivers are well-connected..." Xu Damao lit the match and took a deep puff. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that the taste of this smoke was much better than ordinary cigarettes.

"If you want it, I have half a pack left, so I'll give it to you."

The bearded driver took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Xu Damao's hand.

Xu Damao was even more confused now.

It was just one cigarette, but now it’s half a pack. Is the truck driver opposite crazy?

In other words, when Xu Damao's appointment letter came down, the truck driver knew that he was the leader, so he was so respectful.

It shouldn't be either...

Even if he, Damao, becomes a small leader, he is not worthy of being treated with such respect by this truck driver.

Xu Damao took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "Comrade, why did you come to our courtyard this time?"

Hearing Xu Damao ask this question, the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. They had wanted to ask for a long time, but the other party was chatting with Xu Damao and they couldn't come forward.

Dozens of eyes turned to the bearded driver at the same time.

The bearded driver suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh, I was just chatting. Why did I forget the real thing?"

He turned around and pointed at the truck and said, "Here's the thing, I'm the driver of a building materials company. The building materials on the truck were delivered to the courtyard in accordance with the order of Liu Hongchang, the director of the Lanhua Automobile Factory."

As soon as these words came out, the residents who were watching suddenly became excited.

"Oh my God, all these materials were sent by our uncle?"

"Of course, didn't you listen to what my comrade driver just said?"

"You are so generous. These materials must cost at least dozens of dollars."

"A few tens of dollars? You're just dreaming. Forget about bricks. Now cement is a controlled item. You can't even buy it in the pigeon market."

"Only the elder of our courtyard has such great ability."

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The residents were all happy to have the materials to repair the wall, but Yan Jiecheng was dumbfounded. Just now he kept saying that he didn't have to work since he didn't have the materials.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Weidong delivered the building materials to the door of the courtyard.

Isn't this a slap in the face?

Yan Jiecheng felt a little weak in his legs and wanted to wander home and rest for a while before starting to work again.
To be continued...