Chapter 2382
Illness
No one else had anything to pledge, but this time someone did.
It's definitely highly credible.
Yan Bugui agreed without hesitation and even promised to help clean the house.
After everyone left, Yan Bugui went to the central courtyard. There were only two men in the entire courtyard, so he would definitely have to drag Yi Zhonghai along when it came to work.
"Someone just wanted to rent my temporary house, and I've already made the deal. Could you help me tidy up the house and then move the bed over?"
After being scammed several times, Yi Zhonghai became more cautious and started asking questions before starting any work.
"Will this work? What if we pack our things and he doesn't come back?"
Yan Bugui laughed and said, "Impossible. He left all his bedding behind this time."
Even if I don't live here anymore, I'll still come back.
Yi Zhonghai was taken aback, and felt a little regretful.
When the patient came over, he should have suggested leaving his luggage behind.
Leaving the luggage behind means at least the person will come, preventing him from having worked for nothing and losing face.
What was left behind?
"Just bedding. What else could it be?" Yan Bugui said.
Yi Zhonghai asked curiously, "You're so sure he'll come back with just some bedding? What if he gets scammed again?"
Yan Bugui laughed and said, "No, bedding isn't worth much, but you have to see whose bedding it is."
Those who work in office buildings don't care about bedding.
But it's different for the migrant workers who work on construction sites.
A bedding set is very important to them.
Upon hearing the identity of the renter, Yi Zhonghai's face showed displeasure.
He hated farmers more than anything in his life.
Back then, Qin Huairu's rural household registration caused him a lot of trouble.
He devoted so much effort to supporting the Jia family.
"Why did you rent it to them? Those people have no manners."
Yan Bugui said helplessly, "It's good enough that we can rent it out at all. If he didn't work on a construction site nearby, he wouldn't have come to rent our house at all."
Stop being picky. Get up and come with me to clean the house, then move the bed back.
There was nothing else Yi Zhonghai could do but accompany Yan Bugui to clean the house and then move the bed.
"What, we have to move both beds?"
"Yes, they said three or four people are coming. If we don't move there, there won't be enough room."
Yi Zhonghai asked in bewilderment, "Can so many people live comfortably in one room?"
Yan Bugui explained, "They work during the day and come back to sleep at night, and they also take turns working overtime."
If it weren't for the large number of people who could share the rent, do you think they would be willing to spend so much money to rent a house?
"Stop talking, let's move the bed."
This explanation was quite reasonable, and Yi Zhonghai couldn't find a reason to refute it, so he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and move the bed with Yan Bugui.
The bed wasn't heavy, but Yi Zhonghai and his wife were getting old.
After the two of them put the bed in place, they were so tired that they could hardly stand up straight.
"I can't do it anymore. When I was younger, I could carry the bed by myself," Yi Zhonghai said, rubbing his aching back.
Despite being two years younger than Yi Zhonghai, Yan Bugui's physical strength is actually inferior to Yi Zhonghai's.
I was so tired that I couldn't even speak.
The three aunts quickly came out to take care of Yan Bugui: "You must be exhausted. Quickly drink some water and rest. The cornbread will be ready soon, and we'll eat in a bit."
On Yan Bugui's side, three aunties were there to offer their concern and help wipe the sweat off his body.
No one asked about Yi Zhonghai's side.
Suddenly the sky changed, a cold wind blew, and then it started to rain heavily.
The three of them rushed into Yan Bugui's house.
Even after we finished eating, the heavy rain still hadn't stopped.
Yi Zhonghai glanced outside and said, "This rain is really heavy. I wonder when it will stop."
"Old Yi, wait until the rain stops before you go home," Yan Bugui said casually.
Yi Zhonghai waved his hand: "No need, it's just a few steps, I can walk quickly."
Why stay here after you've finished eating?
Although Yan Bugui and his wife didn't engage in any particularly intimate actions, their decades-long marriage and the tacit understanding between them made Yi Zhonghai exclaim that he couldn't stand it.
If it weren't for the food, he wouldn't have bothered coming to Yan Bugui's house. Back in his own room, looking at the messy place, Yi Zhonghai felt a pang of sadness.
Lying in bed, Qin Huairu unconsciously came to mind.
If Qin Huai had stayed in the courtyard house, his life would definitely have been better than Yan Bugui's.
but……
Xu Damao was drinking with He Yuzhu: "How about it? The person I found is pretty good, right?"
I prepared several more for him.
He Yuzhu asked curiously, "Where did you find so many talented people?"
They were actually fooled like this.
The idea came from He Yuzhu, but he didn't expect it to be so effective.
While the deceitful people left, Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui began to work diligently.
If Li Yongqiang hadn't personally reported it, He Yuzhu really wouldn't have believed that Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui would be working so hard.
Xu Damao said smugly, "What's so difficult about that? It's just asking them to rent a place. No big deal."
He Yuzhu didn't expose him, mainly because he handled the matter very well.
"So what kind of people will you send next?"
Xu Damao said directly, "Next, I plan to find someone to play the role of the big boss and take his secretary to rent a house."
He Yuzhu was somewhat uncertain: "Yi Zhonghai probably wouldn't agree to someone like that, would he?"
Xu Damao said nonchalantly, "Whether he agrees or not, what does it matter?"
As long as Yan Bugui agrees, that's fine.
Let the boss in, and first give Yan Bugui a pack of cigarettes.
I guarantee that Yan Bugui will take the initiative to persuade Yi Zhonghai.
Yi Zhonghai is currently living off Yan Bugui and his wife, and doesn't dare refuse him.
That makes sense.
Yan Bugui would never have any stance as long as there were benefits.
Even if he sees something wrong with it, he'll still jump in.
If he didn't jump, he wouldn't be Yan Bugui.
Having Yan Bugui as an ally has really put Yi Zhonghai in a difficult position.
"Old man, what time is it? Why isn't Lao Yi here yet? Go and check on him."
Breakfast time was always agreed upon, and Yi Zhonghai would arrive on time every day.
The three aunts finished cooking, but didn't see Yi Zhonghai. They were a little worried, so they urged Yan Bugui to go and check on him.
Yan Bugui got up early in the morning and started calculating how much money he could make from rent, never thinking about Yi Zhonghai.
"I gonna go see."
Yan Bugui arrived at the central courtyard and knocked on the door: "Old Yi, get up and have breakfast."
After waiting a moment and receiving no response, he pushed the door open and went inside.
Yi Zhonghai was afraid that if he suddenly died, no one would find out, so in recent years he has stopped locking the door when he sleeps.
Yan Bugui pushed the door open and went in, seeing Yi Zhonghai lying on the bed, still unconscious.
"Old Yi..."
I called out three times, but there was no response.
Yan Bugui immediately sensed something was wrong and rushed to the window to check. He first nudged Yi Zhonghai, but there was no response.
I carefully put my hand under Yi Zhonghai's nose, and he was still breathing.
Yan Bugui breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to push Yi Zhonghai: "Old Yi, Old Yi."
Still receiving no response, Yan Bugui reached out and touched Yi Zhonghai's forehead.
It was piping hot, almost burning to the touch.
"Yang Ruihua, something bad has happened. Lao Yi has a fever."
Whenever he gets anxious, Yan Bugui calls the Third Aunt Yang Ruihua.
The three older women came to take a look and panicked, so they quickly ran out to find someone.
The neighbors couldn't stand by and watch him die, so they worked together to get Yi Zhonghai to the nearest clinic.
He was lucky to survive. (End of Chapter)