Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

Chapter 767 Yan Bugui's Plan 1

In the slightly cramped room deep in the courtyard, the third uncle was sitting quietly on an old wooden chair. From the outside, the wall paint of the house had peeled off in many places, revealing the mottled bricks inside, and the wooden doors and windows had become rough and deformed due to the erosion of time. However, the house was tidy, the worn-out furniture was arranged in an orderly manner, and the floor was swept spotlessly, but the old appearance still could not hide the vicissitudes of life.

At this moment, the third uncle's brows were tightly locked together, like two knots that could not be untied. His eyes were full of loneliness and unwillingness, and those deep eyes seemed to hide countless unspeakable pains.

He held tightly in his hand the pair of reading glasses he had used for years. The paint on the frame had peeled off a lot, revealing the dull metal color inside. The temples were also a little loose, requiring him to gently adjust them with his fingers from time to time.

From time to time, he would put on the pair of reading glasses and stare blankly ahead through the blurry lenses, as if he was looking for something through this illusory scene; but after a while, he would take off his glasses irritably and squeeze them hard in his hands, as if these glasses could be the key to unlock the depression in his heart, and as long as he fiddled with them again and again, he would be able to find the password to open the door of hope.

"Humph, they have all made great achievements."

The third uncle couldn't help but mutter, his voice was low and a little sour, like a fruit that has been soaked in time and has become moldy, exuding a bitter taste. Involuntarily, the figure of Yi Zhonghai emerged in his mind. Yi Zhonghai was a highly praised figure in the factory.

Every day, he wears neat work clothes, moves energetically between machines, and operates various equipments skillfully, with each movement being precise and powerful. When the leaders of the factory see him, they always greet him with a smile, and his colleagues also admire him very much.

With his superb skills, he has become the technical benchmark of the factory. His position in the factory will definitely be more stable in the future. He may even get more promotion opportunities and enjoy better treatment. Thinking of this, the third uncle felt as if his heart was being plucked by an invisible hand, and it hurt a little.

The figure in the bangs then appeared in his mind.

Once, Liu Haizhong lost in an important technical competition. During that time, he fell into deep self-doubt and depression, and became listless. However, he was not defeated by this failure, but gritted his teeth and studied hard.

He came to the factory early every day to ask questions to the masters, and spent his free time in the workshop practicing operations. After a period of hard work, his skills improved by leaps and bounds, and now he has become a master in the factory.

Maybe one day, he will be able to become a team leader with his outstanding performance. Once he becomes a team leader, he will be very successful. He can command his workers to work, enjoy the respect and envy of others, and get extra bonuses and benefits. The more the uncle thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, as if there was a fire burning in his chest, but he had nowhere to vent it.

The third uncle could no longer sit still, he stood up suddenly, and because he stood up so quickly, the chair was shaken back a bit. He paced back and forth in the room, his steps were a little hurried, and every step was filled with his inner irritability and anxiety.

His leather shoes made a "tapping" sound on the cement floor, which was particularly harsh in the quiet room. As he walked, the thin layer of dust on the ground was lifted up, and under the sunlight, it formed a series of fine dust mists.

His eyes inadvertently fell on the award certificates on the wall that he had received for tutoring. Those awards were once his pride and a testimony to his hard work.

In order to give extra lessons to students, he sacrificed his rest time, carefully prepared every lesson, and patiently answered every question raised by students.

He hopes that through his efforts, he can help more children learn knowledge and change their fate. However, looking at these awards now, he can't feel happy at all. Although those awards prove that he has made some achievements, compared with the real progress of Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong in the factory, they are simply not worth mentioning.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong were valued by their leaders and recognized by their colleagues in the factory, and they also received generous material rewards, but I could only guard these yellowed certificates and live a dull and tight life. Thinking of this, the third uncle was filled with helplessness and loss. He sighed deeply, and the sigh echoed in the room, as if it was his dissatisfaction and protest against life.

"I worked so hard to prepare lessons. I got up before dawn every day to prepare for the lessons. I pondered over the knowledge points over and over again, hoping to explain them clearly to the students.

From morning to night, I didn't dare to relax for a moment. My voice became hoarse from shouting, my waist became sore from sitting, and my legs became numb from standing.

But in the end, I only make a tiny bit of money. This little money is barely enough to maintain the daily expenses of the family, buy rice and vegetables, pay water and electricity bills, and a little extra expenses will be stretched. I saved and saved, and finally accumulated a little reputation. When parents saw me, they would smile and say, "Uncle, you teach so well", and students would also respectfully call me "Teacher". But can this reputation be used to make a living? Can it fill my stomach when I am hungry? Can it buy me a warm cotton coat in the cold winter? And, can it help me get a good job in school? I have worked hard in this school for so many years, but because I don’t have those so-called "connections" and "backgrounds", I can only do this tutoring job. I watch others get promoted and get salary increases one by one, but I am standing still. When will this life end! "The more the third uncle thought about it, the angrier he became. The anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, and he could not help but sigh heavily. That sigh seemed to carry all his grievances and unwillingness, and it echoed in the room for a long time.

He dragged his heavy steps and slowly walked to the window. Outside the window, the old locust tree in the yard, which was already quite old, stood quietly. Its trunk was thick and mottled, and its bark was like the face of an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, covered with deep wrinkles and gullies. The branches stretched out in all directions, and some of the branches were dry, swaying gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds, as if telling the story of the years. The third uncle looked at the old locust tree with a somewhat empty look in his eyes, as if he could see his plain and helpless life through it. His thoughts drifted far away, and he remembered his dreams when he was young. At that time, he was also full of ambition and wanted to do something big in school, but reality was like a ruthless carving knife, which smoothed his edges bit by bit, making him more and more confused and helpless.

At this moment, the door creaked open and the third aunt walked in. She carefully held a bowl of steaming hot noodle soup in her hand. The noodle soup exuded an enticing aroma. The white noodles were faintly visible in the golden soup, with a few green chopped green onions and a few thin slices of meat floating on top.

The third aunt saw that the third uncle had a sad face, his brows were tightly knitted together, the corners of his mouth were drooping, and he looked as listless as an eggplant hit by frost. She asked with concern: "Dad, what's wrong with you? Why do you look unhappy? Did you encounter any troubles? Tell me, don't keep it to yourself."

The third uncle turned around slowly, with a trace of impatience and resentment on his face, and said unhappily: "What else can it be? Look at Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, they are both doing very well in the factory. Yi Zhonghai has good skills and is smart. His leaders value him and his colleagues admire him. His status in the factory is getting higher and higher. Maybe one day he will become a small leader and enjoy wealth and glory. And Liu Haizhong, although he lost the competition before, he knew shame and became braver. Now his skills are improving rapidly. He is also highly regarded in the factory and will definitely have a bright future. Look at me? I work hard to make up lessons every day, but I don’t see any great prospects. I work so hard to teach students, but the school doesn’t value me at all, and I don’t have a good development opportunity. Am I going to spend my life in mediocrity?" The third uncle became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice became louder and louder, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction.

The third aunt gently placed the bowl of steaming noodle soup steadily on the table. The soup exuded a rich and mellow aroma. The white noodles swayed slightly in the golden and clear soup, dotted with a few tender green leaves, a few red carrot shreds, and a handful of emerald green onions. Just looking at it made people's appetite increase.

She turned around with a gentle and caring smile on her face, her eyes full of tenderness and understanding, and she comforted him softly, "Dad, don't think like that. You have worked hard to tutor children over the years, and it is not in vain. You have helped a lot of children. Many of them originally had terrible grades, but under your patient and meticulous teaching, their grades have risen rapidly. When those parents saw you, they were all full of gratitude, holding your hand, saying thank you all the time, and from time to time they gave you some fresh vegetables and fruits grown at home. And those children, every time they saw you They all respectfully call you "Third Uncle Teacher", and their eyes are full of respect and love for you. Besides, everyone's path is different. Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong developed in the factory, which was their choice and opportunity. But you also have your own value in our courtyard. You are the cultural person in our courtyard. When everyone encounters any problems, whether it is about children's studies or writing a letter or calculating accounts in life, the first person they think of is you. In everyone's heart, you are the backbone, the person who can solve problems for everyone. Isn't this value?"

After hearing what the third uncle said, he was not comforted, but became even more emotional, like a volcano about to erupt. His face flushed red, veins popped out on his forehead, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he shouted loudly: "Value? What value? Can these empty words you said be used as money? Can they let me have a position in the school? Look at Yi Zhonghai, he is a technical backbone in the factory, with a high salary and good benefits, and he is respected wherever he goes. Liu Haizhong is not bad either, he will soon be a team leader, and he will be a small leader in charge of several people in the future. What about me? I work hard every day to make up lessons and earn that meager income. I am just an insignificant role in the school. No one pays attention to me and no one respects me. I don't believe that I am worse than them. I am also a person with knowledge. I must find an opportunity to make a name for myself in the school and let those who look down on me look at me with new eyes." As he said, he waved his arms angrily, as if he wanted to break the air in front of him.

The third aunt looked at the third uncle's excitement and shook her head helplessly, her eyes full of worry and heartache. She sighed softly, walked forward, patted the third uncle's shoulder gently, and said earnestly: "His father, don't be too anxious. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. This opportunity is always reserved for those who are prepared. Look at you now. Although you have not been reused in the school, you have rich teaching experience and the knowledge in your stomach is no less than others. You should first practice your skills, prepare lessons more fully, and teach students better. Maybe one day, there will be an important teaching task or a promotion opportunity in the school, and it will be your turn. If you are so anxious and irritable all day long, you will easily mess things up. Just listen to me, do the things in front of you peacefully, and the opportunity will always come." The third aunt's voice was soft and firm, like a warm spring breeze, trying to blow away the haze in the third uncle's heart.

Uncle San did not respond to Aunt San's words. He sat at the table, looking at the bowl of noodle soup, but he had no appetite. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must find an opportunity to make a name for himself in school and make Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong look at him with new eyes.

The third uncle sat at the table, staring at the bowl of gradually cooling noodle soup with dull eyes, but his thoughts had already drifted away. In his mind, the young and promising teachers in the school kept appearing. They either won praise from the leaders with their novel teaching methods, or stood out in teaching competitions, winning honors and promotion opportunities. And he, guarding the little income from tutoring, worked quietly on the edge of the school, as if he had been left far behind by the train of the times.

Suddenly, he slammed the table, and a few drops of soup splashed onto the table. "No, I can't just sit there and wait for death!" The third uncle stood up, his eyes revealing a kind of determination. He began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in the house, and found the teaching notes and lesson plans he had accumulated over the years, and piled them on the table. The paper of these notes has turned yellow, and the handwriting is a little blurred, but every page records his past teaching efforts.

The third uncle sat at the table, flipping through the notes page by page, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes writing furiously. He modified and improved the original teaching plan, adding many new teaching concepts and methods. He thought that if he could show these new teaching plans to the school leaders, maybe they would attract their attention.