Chapter 80 Difficulty
The difficulties in life are like an endless river. Although it has the ambition to flow east to the sea, its flow is slow and the journey is difficult!

I looked up at the house number at the entrance of the courtyard: No. 95 Nanluoguxiang!
Wang Deming sighed and shook his head again, carrying a few wooden boards on his shoulders, he walked over the threshold of the courtyard, went around the screen wall, passed through the hanging flower gate, and arrived at the front yard.

"Deming, have you bought some more wood boards?"

"Quick, Jie Cheng, come out with me and help your brother De Ming!"

As soon as he saw Wang Deming coming back, Yan Bugui immediately opened the door, turned around and yelled into the house, then ran out of the house.

A few of them trotted up behind Wang Deming, stood on tiptoe, and placed their hands on the wooden board.

"Come, Deming, I'll support you from behind!"

"Be careful not to hurt your waist."

"Come on, put it down slowly."

Wang Deming was so helpless that he gently put the varnished, shiny wooden board on the floor. He turned around and stared at Yan Bugui with a bad face, saying, "Master Yan, could you please stop causing trouble?"

"You don't have the strength, not only are you giving me blind orders from behind, but you're also moving your hands left and right randomly."

"It's no problem for me to move it myself, but you're the one who's probably going to hurt my back!"

"Hehe," Yan Bugui blinked his rat eyes behind his glasses, laughed dryly, and quietly defended himself, "I just wanted to help, didn't I?"

"Uncle Yan, Jie Cheng, sit down and have a rest, and drink some water."

"Oh, Baozhen, you are so polite. How can I be so embarrassed?"

Yan Bugui said he was sorry, but his legs were extremely flexible. He bypassed Wang Deming and went straight to Yan Baozhen who was carrying a tea tray.

Yan Baozhen's face was as white as jade. She smiled as she placed the teacup and tea tray on the Hainan Huanghuali Eight Immortals Table at the door. She turned around to pick up the kettle, but Yan Bugui called out to her, "Baozhen, don't move. Let Jie Cheng go."

He turned around and glared at Yan Jiecheng, "Why don't you go now?"

"Oh." Yan Jiecheng slowly moved to the stove and came back with the boiling kettle.

Yan Bugui was still concerned about Yan Baozhen as an elder, and said, "Baozhen, you are pregnant now, you must rest well. If there is anything that needs to be done at home in the future, just call Jie Cheng!"

"He's a very capable boy at work."

"Virtue knows that the heavens are busy and there are always places that cannot be taken care of."

"Sister Shuqin is not with you and your sister. As your uncle, shouldn't I take care of her?"

Wang Deming watched coldly. Hearing this, he snorted and said, "Master Yan, we are just ordinary neighbors."

"Don't bring it up with any relatives."

"We two siblings can't afford it!"

"Deming!" Yan Baozhen called Wang Deming with a stern face, then smiled and explained: "Uncle Yan, Deming is still a child."

"Don't bother with him."

"Ah, haha, yes, that, definitely not!" Yan Bugui laughed awkwardly, stretched out his hand to take the kettle from Yan Jiecheng's hand, and scolded him again: "Why are you so slow in carrying a kettle?"

"From now on, work more efficiently at your sister Baozhen's house!"

Yan Bugui skillfully unscrewed the tea can, stretched out his hand to pinch out 4 or 5 tea leaves, put them in the teacup, and poured boiling water over it, and the aroma of Biluochun was immediately stimulated.
"Sniff." Yan Bugui closed his eyes and took a long breath of the fragrance, exclaiming with an intoxicated look on his face: "This Biluochun tea is so fragrant!"

"Fragrant leaves and tender buds."

"The pot is frying yellow petals, the bowl is turning the curved dust flowers."

Yan Jiecheng suddenly interrupted and said, "Dad, where's mine?"

"You! What tea are you drinking, little kid? Can you taste it?" Being interrupted by my own son is like having a bowel movement and then being unable to poop.
Yan Bugui was so upset that his face was distorted. He scolded Yan Jiecheng: "Why don't you go and help your brother Deming lay the floor?"

After saying this, Yan Bugui looked at the furnishings in the room with greedy eyes.

The two rooms were separated by a carved wall, so the specific layout of the inner room could not be seen, but from the two open doors between the walls, one could see a dark yellow, tall double-doored kang cabinet on the bedroom's kang.

There is also a small square kang table next to the kang cabinet.

The kang was covered with a silk quilt and a few white pillows made of some unknown animal fur.

The bedroom floor has been paved with smooth red wood flooring, and the edges of two stacked dark yellow cabinets can be seen.

Through another door, Wang Deming was laying the floor. Against the north wall, one could see a red hardwood bookshelf, a table, a corner of a desk, and a few chairs.

The bookshelves and desks are filled with all kinds of books.

Turning his head, Yan Bugui looked at the outer room where he was sitting.

The outer room is located in the middle of the depth and is divided into two parts, front and back, by a floor-to-ceiling flower cover (with hollow partitions on both sides and a circular space in the middle for indoor passage).

In the middle of the front half was the octagonal table where he sat, with two chairs and a square table on each side, on which was placed a large blue and white porcelain.

The second half is obviously out of place. There is a stove at the base of the north wall, two cabinets stacked on the west side, with a lot of bottles and jars on them, and a cupboard on the east wall. A portrait of Zhu Mao hangs on the east wall.

On the south side there were four large cabinets put together, with mattresses on them, which was obviously where Wang Deming slept.

Tsk tsk, what a waste! Make a bunk bed!
Who would use so many cabinets as beds?

How sad it would be if such a good cabinet was damaged while sleeping?

"Baozhen," Yan Bugui pointed to the cabinet in the back of the outer room and asked worriedly, "Does Deming sleep well at night sleeping on the cabinet?"

"Wouldn't it be better to replace the cabinet with a bed?"

"If it were up to me, we should switch to a bunk bed. That way, when Renchun grows up, the two of them can sleep together."

"Oh? Then where are these cabinets placed?" Wang Deming clapped his hands and came out of the inner study room. He pushed Yan Jiecheng away, closed the door, and asked Yan Bugui with a smile.

Yan Bugui had no shame on his face and answered seriously: "Well, can you find a reliable family to keep it for the time being?"

"When we have more houses in the future, we can move there."

"Oh?" Wang Deming asked again teasingly: "Who in this courtyard can be trusted?"

"We're not familiar with each other?"

Yan Bugui's eyes sparkled, and he said excitedly: "We are real relatives. In terms of relationship, our two families are definitely the closest!"

"Haha, Master Yan, I heard from my mom that our family moved to Changping because our brothers had a falling out."

"Who dares to recognize this relative?" Wang Deming teased Yan Bugui while casually pouring tea leaves from the tea can.

"Hey, you don't need to put so much in for tea!"

"If there's too much, the taste will be too strong, which is not good!"

"Oh, Master Yan, I like to drink strong tea." After a pour of boiling water, the stronger aroma of Biluochun floated in the room.

Yan Bugui looked at the emerald green tea soup and felt a pain in his heart.

How can you drink tea like this? It's such a waste!

He looked down at his teacup again, at the light green tea that had been brewed twice, and thought to himself, should he add two more grains of tea in?

Oh, forget it, there is still a long way to go.
Yan Baozhen just watched with a smile as her younger brother Wang Deming and his neighbor Yan Bugui bickered.

The sound of the clock echoed in the room. Yan Baozhen looked at the time and said anxiously, "Oh, Deming, you still have to patrol tonight, right? I'll bring the food over right away."

Suddenly a voice came from outside the door: "Is Madam Chang here?"

(End of this chapter)