Chapter 67 Digging and Burying
"hehe."

"It was gone in the morning, but it came back in the afternoon."

This time, Wang Deming also called for two carts and brought over the bricks, cement, lime, and the rest that he had bought from Dabei Kiln, as well as a set of tools for a bricklayer: shovel, pickaxe, tile trowel, trowel, sieve, ash bucket, three-tooth trowel, hammer, axe, bucket, etc.

He himself carried a mahogany cabinet filled with gold, dollars and other treasures.

He didn't dare let Wobo'er move it, because even if he put it on a cart it would be obvious that it was too heavy.

Of course, although Wang Deming is only 16 years old now, when he was in the countryside, he received feedback on the physical fitness of many villagers in several surrounding villages. He also never stopped doing farm work, so his body is extremely strong.

He had secretly experimented with it himself. He could lift a stone mill weighing several hundred kilograms with one hand without much effort. However, he dared not tell anyone about his own situation. It was a bit abnormal.
Yan Bugui's eyes were about to burst into flames!

Fine products! These are all fine furniture!
The batch moved in this morning was enough for three rooms, and so much more was brought in this afternoon!

How sad is it that you can only look at it but not own it?

Yan Bugui rolled his eyes and made a suggestion to Wang Deming: "Deming, do you have two rooms? Can you still put them there?"

"Put the extra at my house!"

His skinny chest slapped loudly, "My family is always careful with things, I guarantee they won't break."

"When you need it again, you can move away."

"As for storage fees and the like, since we are really relatives, there is no need to mention it!"

"Haha, I'll put them in a stack." Wang Deming pushed Yan Bugui aside and opened the door with the key.

After carefully and gently placing the mahogany cabinet on the ground, he waved to Woboer, "Master Yan, please move aside. You are blocking the door."

Yan Bugui was leaning against the door, stretching his neck to look into the room, feeling deeply distressed, so distressed!

So many nice pieces of furniture, just placed all over the place, no aesthetic appeal at all!

Several cabinets were stacked up against the south wall, and two more were placed on the kang? Isn't that a waste?

There is already a table on the east wall, and another one is moved in? Who would put two tables on the wall at the same time? How ugly it would be!
There are so many beautiful and exquisite porcelains just placed on the ground. If they get bumped or a corner falls off, what a pity it would be!
I can’t use it, but I feel bad about throwing it away!
Yan Bugui immediately stretched his neck and yelled to the house: "Yang Ruihua, the solution is complete!"

Yan Bugui's wife Yang Ruihua, with a big belly, wearing an apron and holding a spoon in her hand, appeared at the door with her son Yan Jiecheng.

"what happened?"

"Comrade Deming is here to move the furniture and dishes in, right? Bring Jie Cheng with you, get a rag from home, and a basin of water, and help wipe off the dust!"

Yan Bugui deliberately emphasized the accent on the words "打" and "好".

"No need!" Wang Deming appeared at the door in an instant, his tall body blocking Yan Bugui's sight. He smiled and waved to the other people in the front yard and refused loudly.

"This..." Yang Ruihua and his son looked at each other, not knowing whether they should move or not, and then they all looked at Yan Bugui.

"I haven't moved in yet."

"These two rooms in the house need to be tidied up again."

"Besides, you're pregnant! I don't want to trouble you!"

"Master Yan, thank you for your help!" Wang Deming smiled, showing his eight white teeth, and also emphasized the word "trouble".

Although he didn't know what Yan Bugui was up to, as long as he didn't get involved, it would be fine.

He pushed Yan Bugui away from his house and into the center of the courtyard. "Master Yan, I have to get back to work. It's time for you to have dinner, right?"

"I'm going to start digging the ground and dismantling the kang. It will be all dust and dirt soon."

After settling the bill with Wobo'er, Wang Deming slammed the door shut tightly.

Wang Deming changed into a gray-black homespun clothes and trousers, put on the mask sewn by Yan Baozhen, moved the cabinet on the kang to the door to seal it, and then used a hammer to "clang clang" a few times, and the kang collapsed immediately with a "crash".

Listening to the sounds in Wang Deming's room, Yan Bugui noticed that there were blue bricks and cement at the door!
Hiss. You actually bought cement to repair the house? How much will it cost? Doesn't everyone in this yard just mix some lime and mud and do some repairs?

Unwilling to give up, Yan Bugui returned to Wang Deming's door and pushed it. It didn't budge. He shouted into the room, "Comrade Deming, are you going to do this work by yourself? Or have you already called a bricklayer?"

"Are you in need of a handyman to help? Let me tell you, my eldest son, Jie Cheng, has always been good at work since he was young."

"I'll call him over to help."

Wang Deming ignored him completely, spat into his palm, rubbed it, picked up the digging tool, dismantled the kang, and continued digging.

After digging a foot deep, I suddenly remembered that I had to mix cement and lay floor tiles first to build a storage room. So I pried up all the square bricks on the floor of the house and collected the ones that were still intact. I could use them on the walls around the underground storage room; the same goes for the broken square bricks, to fill the gaps.

He planned to dig a large storage room under the kang to store gold and other things that were not allowed to be seen in public, and to find another place for the commonly used money. Most people would not think that there would be things hidden under the kang, so it was a double insurance.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

“No, no more.”

Yan Bugui looked back every few steps and walked around in circles in the front yard reluctantly, with a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu came back from get off work and saw Yan Bugui walking around and heard the sound coming from the east wing. Yi Zhonghai asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"It's hard to be a good person." Yan Bugui said bitterly: "Didn't Wang Deming move in privately today?"

"I thought about asking my neighbors for help, but they didn't even need it and blocked the door."

Jia Dongxu couldn't bear to hear the words "Wang Deming" right now. He raised his triangular eyes and stared at the east wing viciously. He said with gritted teeth, "Maybe he's doing something shameful in there!"

After listening to what Yan Bugui and Jia Dongxu said, Yi Zhonghai frowned unconsciously. After thinking for a while, he walked to Wang Deming's door and pushed it hard. Sure enough, it didn't move. His frown deepened! Looking through the window, it was dark and he couldn't see anything!

"Boom!"

"Open the door!"

"I'm the uncle in the yard. What are you doing in there? If you don't open the door, I'll call the police!"

The sound in the room stopped, and then there was a slight movement at the door, and the door opened with a creak.

Just as Yi Zhonghai was about to enter the room, he was pushed away by Wang Deming and almost fell to the ground.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" Jia Dongxu stepped forward.

Wang Deming was covered in dust, holding a dart in his hand, staring unkindly at Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu, and Yan Bugui, who was slinking by the side. He sneered and said, "It's really a ghost!"

"I was renovating my own house, and someone came to my door and beat me up?"

"Call the police! Call them now! Anyone who doesn't is a bastard!"

Yi Zhonghai steadied himself, looking surprised. He really didn't expect that this boy wouldn't give him any face at all?

His eyes widened, and he said righteously: "We are the stewards of the courtyard, and we have the responsibility of joint defense! We have the responsibility to know what you are doing in the room?"

"Yes!" Jia Dongxu shouted, "Who knows that you closed the door in broad daylight? Are you trying to sabotage me?"

"Humph!"

"You're quite good at accusing others, aren't you? That's an improvement from last time!" Wang Deming said teasingly, then changed the subject, "But, Comrade Yi Zhonghai, do you think I'm just like the other residents in your compound, who have never seen the world and don't understand the law?"

"Police comrades, you must provide evidence! But you, a worthless old man from a slum, not even a member of the neighborhood committee, dare to break into a private house?"

"I didn't slap you hard, which is respect for the elderly."

Wang Deming glanced at Yan Bugui and his son who were about to sneak back home, rolled his eyes slightly, and shouted to them, "Jie Cheng, help me go to Jiaodaokou Police Station and ask Chief Zhang to report the incident!"

"If you mention my name, they will say that someone in this courtyard is taking advantage of his position as the head of the neighborhood committee to bully the people!"

"What are they doing? They are turning history backwards! It seems that unless we kill a few more people, we won't be able to restore order in the world!"

"Oh, by the way, go call the director of the subdistrict office. We have to settle this matter today!"

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked. This kid actually knew someone in the government? Those who were watching the fun hurried home, leaving the door open to look out. Jia Zhang and Yi Zhonghai's wife, who were standing in the hall, turned pale and immediately ran to the backyard.

"We are also concerned about the residents in the courtyard to prevent any criminals from sneaking in!" Yi Zhonghai still insisted.

"Yes, that's it. You use this seemingly high-sounding excuse to achieve your own ill intentions. Jie Cheng, why don't you go quickly?"

"Jiecheng, hurry home." Yan Bugui patted Yan Jiecheng on the back, rushed his son home, and hurried over to talk, "Comrade Deming, we are also here to help the big guys in the hospital with an enthusiastic and responsible attitude."

"You have misunderstood."

The deaf old lady from the back room was supported by Jia Zhang to the front yard, and she started to play the emotional card, "Young man, we will all live in the same yard from now on, and we will see each other every day. Please consider the relationship between me and Mr. Rong Si."

"Let it go, eh?"

(End of this chapter)