Siheyuan: I just like to stir up trouble

"No problem, sorry, it's all our fault!" the leader apologized quickly.

"Can you tell me now who reported me?" Lin Fan said seriously.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jia Zhang was about to escape, but was pointed out by the red armband.

When the people around saw the red armband's finger coming towards them, they quickly moved aside, revealing Jia Zhang who was hiding behind the crowd and preparing to escape.

"Very good, Jia Zhang, it turns out that you are the one causing trouble!"

"It's not me, I didn't do that, he's talking nonsense!" Jia Zhang denied it three times in a row.

"Comrade Lin Fan, we were also deceived for a moment. We hope you can forgive us!" the man with the red armband said sincerely.

"Let's go!" Lin Fan said.

The red armband ran away immediately. If he didn't run away now, what if Lin Fan came to settle the score with him later?

"Ms. Jia Zhang, what do you think we should do?" Lin Fan walked up to Ms. Jia Zhang.

"What should I do? What's wrong with me reporting you? I'm afraid you'll go astray. I care about you as an elder. Instead of thanking me, you question me?"

The more Jia Zhang spoke, the more confident she became, and even she was convinced. Yes, I do this for your own good.

"Bang!" A big slap hit Jia Zhang so hard that she turned around twice.

"Oh my, someone was beaten to death. I am so heartbroken. Old Jia, your wife was beaten. It is so unfair. You cared about the younger generation, but you were slapped by him. Is there still the king's law? Is there still the law? Dongxu, you better open your eyes and take him away!"

Lin Fan was too lazy to pay attention to this crazy woman and turned around and walked to his wife.

"Are you not finished watching the fun yet?" Lin Fan gave a cold look at the aunties around him.

Everyone quickly scattered and hid far away.

Lin Fan moved a stool out of the house and started making furniture with the wood.

"Lin Fan is so cruel. How many times has Jia Zhang been beaten by him?"

"Why do you care about her? Jia Zhang deserved to be beaten. Who asked her to report it?"

"Yeah, do you think Lin Fan can make furniture? He makes it quite decently."

"I don't know. I don't know anything about carpentry!"

At this time, the workers from the steel rolling mill had also returned. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw a group of people surrounding Lin Fan, watching him do carpentry work.

Jia Zhang was lying on the ground, rolling around and trying to summon her soul, but no one paid any attention to her, as if she were a dead person.

"What's going on?" Qin Huairu hurriedly went over to help her mother-in-law.

"Lin Fan, that bastard, slapped me again. My life is so miserable. Old Jia, Dongxu, just take me away too!" When Jia Zhang saw that someone was paying attention to her, she shouted even louder.

You've had a conflict with Lin Fan again. Why did you provoke him? You're really not afraid of death. I'd like to call you the strongest iron-headed kid!

Qin Huairu secretly complained in her heart. She was also convinced. This Jia Zhang was really enough.

He has been beaten several times, but he never learns his lesson. He is like a stubborn kid, naive and playful.

What’s the point of calling upon Lao Jia and Xiao Jia every time you scream and cry after being beaten?

Lin Fan probably just thought of it as a shaman performance and didn't pay any attention to her at all.

Qin Huairu persuaded Jia Zhang to go back home.

Yi Zhonghai also shook his head and went home. He was too lazy to care about this stupid Jia Zhang who provoked Lin Fan every day.

Half an hour later, Lin Fan had made several wooden boards for the desk and was assembling them.

"What is this thing Lin Fan made? It looks a bit like a table, but not quite."

"That's a desk, specially used for writing and reading!" Yan Bugui interrupted. He recognized this thing.

"Then why doesn't he use nails?"

"That's a mortise and tenon structure, you idiot. This structure fits perfectly and doesn't require nails."

"That's amazing. This desk is so beautiful. I wish it was given to me."

"Dream on! It's so beautiful!"

Everyone was envious, and Fang Meng's eyes were shining as she watched from the side. Brother Lin Fan was so handsome when he worked so hard.

Chapter 37: Making Furniture in the Compound

After Lin Fan finished making the desk, he started making the wardrobe. The wardrobe at home was a bit old, so he made a new one for Fang Meng.

The crowd was still watching and didn't even have time to eat.

"What do you think about me asking Lin Fan to make a wardrobe for you?" the third uncle said to the third aunt in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, but will he agree?" Although the third aunt was very tempted, she knew that Lin Fan was not so easy to talk to.

"It's okay, just look at me!" Yan Bugui gave him an affirmative look.

"Lin Fan, your cooking skills are really good, we didn't even know that!"

"Yes, yes, it's a hidden talent!" Everyone in the courtyard echoed.

"I came here later to inherit my uncle's estate. Of course you don't understand me. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Lin Fan didn't give him any face at all.

"That's true. However, we are destined to be neighbors in the same yard. This is fate. There is no such thing as who came first or later."

"What do you want to say? You don't want me to make furniture for you, do you? Then don't say anything!" Lin Fan said casually.

"Uh, this!" Yan Bugui couldn't hold himself any longer.

Young man, you don't play by the rules. You interrupted me before I even opened my mouth. That's not a moral code.

"That's it. I want you to make a wardrobe for my family. It's not for free. I'll give you 50 cents for the labor! But you have to pay for the materials!" Yan Bugui said through gritted teeth.

"Mr. Yan, you are really a big shot. Do you know how much this pile of wood of mine costs? More than thirty yuan! You gave me fifty cents and asked me to provide the materials. Why are you just dreaming?" Lin Fan said disdainfully.

"Lin Fan, I'm not as stingy as the third uncle. You make me a bed, I'll provide the materials, and I'll give you three dollars!"

Liu Haizhong was a little envious of Lin Fan's craftsmanship and wanted to change the bed at home.

"No, who are you looking down on for three dollars? I'll give you twenty. If you can't pay, don't ask!"

"What, twenty?"

“Isn’t twenty dollars too much?”

"That's right, my family can't afford it."

"Even if they can afford it, no one else will. Wouldn't that make them the losers?"

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked and talked about it.

They gathered here and refused to leave because they also wanted Lin Fan to make some furniture for them. They didn't expect Lin Fan to ask for twenty dollars.

"Let's go, let's go back and have dinner. Who would want him to cook when it's so dark?"

Everyone left reluctantly, looking back every few steps. They hoped that Lin Fan would call them and lower the price.

If it’s five dollars, they think Lin Fan’s craftsmanship is worth it.

Unfortunately, Lin Fan had no intention of calling them. Did he need this little money?

An hour later, the desk and wardrobe were ready, and Lin Fan also used the remaining materials to make a few new stools.

"Brother Lin Fan, you are really amazing. You did a great job."

"It's just a rough draft now, and it still needs to be painted!"

Lin Fan was talking to Fang Meng while polishing the surface of the furniture with sandpaper.

"It looks great like this. You also provided a stool for my desk. That's great!" Fang Meng wiped Lin Fan's forehead, although Lin Fan was not sweating.

After Lin Fan polished the furniture, he started to paint it. He only bought wood today and forgot to buy paint.

Fortunately, there is red paint at home, otherwise Lin Fan would have to buy it tomorrow.

After painting, Lin Fan placed some of the remaining scraps in front of the furniture in an orderly manner.

Then Lin Fan took Fang Meng back home.

"Brother Lin Fan, what were you doing just now?" Fang Meng asked curiously.

"I set a trap for someone, waiting for him to step on it!"

"What? Someone is coming to steal our furniture? Why don't we move the furniture back?"

"It's not easy to move it back after painting. Let it sit in the yard for two days to let the smell dissipate."

"Okay, Brother Lin Fan, let's eat!"

"Okay, let's eat first!"

Then the two of them started eating dinner, you fed me and I fed you.

At this time, Jia Zhang was jumping up and down at home. She really couldn't swallow this anger and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

"That damn Lin Fan slapped me again today. I won't let him off."

Qin Huairu looked at her with some tiredness and asked, "Why do you, a newbie, always want to challenge the masters?"

"Mom, we are no match for him, please stop struggling!"

"Isn't Lin Fan just bullying us because we don't have a man in our family? If Lao Jia or Dong Xu were here, who would Lin Fan be?"

"Yes, that's it!" Although Qin Huairu wanted to complain that Jia Dongxu couldn't do anything to Lin Fan when he was alive.

But she was not stupid, so she would not say this out loud, and could only agree with Jia Zhang.

"No, I have to take revenge on him!" Jia Zhang said hatefully.

"How do you plan to take revenge on him?" Qin Huairu was also curious about how Jia Zhang would deal with Lin Fan.

In the evening I went to chop up the furniture he made with a knife to see how he would still use the new furniture.

"Be careful or he might catch you and beat you up!" Qin Huairu felt it was unreliable.

"I, Jia Zhang, am not just a name. Back then, I broke into houses, picked locks, and stole things without fail!"

Jia Zhang was full of confidence, as she felt she was very agile.