Scholars in the courtyard

The next day, after Yang Xiaotao came to the steel rolling mill, he learned about the situation in Yangjiazhuang from the phone. After Yang Dazhuang finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao could hear some choking in his voice.

But this was already the case, and he could only say the best.

After all, this is also the pride of Yangjiazhuang.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaotao felt heavy in his heart.

After all, those are his students, and they have to travel far away at such a young age.

Sitting at his desk, Yang Xiaotao was stunned for a long time.

Finally, take out the paper and continue to improve it.

When it was almost time to get off work, Yang Xiaotao called Dean Deng, who sent someone to pick up the papers. Then Yang Xiaotao returned to the courtyard and talked about it with Ran Qiuye.

After Ran Qiuye heard about it, he felt uncomfortable.

Glancing at Little Dragon Boat Festival, if the child hadn't been too young, she would have known how to go to school by now.

Yang Xiaotao could see Ran Qiuye's worry and had no choice but to comfort him.

"Children always have to grow up, and young eagles always have to face the wind and rain before they can fight in the sky."

"We should be happy for them."

Ran Qiuye nodded silently. She understood the basic principles, but she just couldn't react at the moment.

Yang Xiaotao rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Didn't the great man say that this world is yours and ours, but in the end it is still yours!"

"The meaning is obvious. It belongs to me now, in the future it will belong to my son, and in the end it will belong to my grandson!"

Ran Qiuye was amused by Yang Xiaotao's jokes, "It's just nonsense, what a grandson!"

"I'm not talking nonsense. When we grow old and watch our grandchildren grow up, isn't it their world?"

Ran Qiuye burst into laughter, and then the two of them talked. Ran Qiuye whispered, "I want to go back in a few days. It's been so long, so don't let the students delay the class."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, "In two days, I will take you back to the village. Anyway, there are a lot of aunties in the village to help look after the children, so it will save us trouble."

"It will save you some trouble."

The two laughed and lay down to sleep.

In the following days, Yang Xiaotao was either looking after the children at home or working in the steel rolling mill.

Now that the factory is on track, although it is getting hotter day by day, the enthusiasm of the workers is even stronger.

When we arrived at the workshop, it was a lively scene. Everyone was dripping with sweat, and Yang Xiaotao was not immune to the infection.

Work together, sweat together, and get off work together.

It was a different scene when he got home. Little Duanwu looked so cute that Yang Xiaotao didn't want to let go of him.

The old man in the hospital said that children should not be hugged all the time. After being hugged for a long time, they will get used to it and will not be able to let it go again.

Sure enough, what the old man said makes sense.

In the past few days, little Dragon Boat Festival obviously didn't want to go to bed. Even at night, she would fall asleep holding her in her arms, crying as soon as she put him down.

In order to work at night, Yang Xiaotao decided to reduce the number of times.

On Saturday, Yang Xiaotao got up early and went to work, while Ran Qiuye took care of the children at home.

When passing by the front yard, I saw Yan Fugui sitting at the door dumbly, obviously not getting over the shock of losing money.

Later, I heard that Yan Jiecheng and his wife were arguing about independence and refused to pay the money, which made them unable to sleep well in the past few days.

Looking at Yan Fugui's appearance and thinking about what would happen in the future, Yang Xiaotao could only say that the roots had been laid, just one day earlier and one day later.

After leaving the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao rode to the steel rolling mill.

In the courtyard, the door of Jia's house opened, and Mrs. Jia Zhang walked out with her hands on her head. She had a headache all night and couldn't sleep. She got up early to move around. Maybe she was tired and could catch up on some sleep.

Qin Huairu was dressed neatly. She drank a bowl of porridge in the morning and gave the rest to Banggan and Xiaodang, leaving her stomach to eat at the steel rolling mill.

"Mom, I'm going to work."

Passing by the door, I saw Mrs. Jia Zhang banging her head against the door beam.

"Go, go, come back early in the evening."

"I got it, keep an eye on Sophora japonica and stop shitting your pants."

"I know, long-winded."

Mrs. Jia Zhang had a severe headache and had long been impatient.

Qin Huairu said yes and walked out. When passing by the front yard, he glanced at Yan Fugui and smiled proudly, asking you to report it without being a human being and harming many people in this family.

It’s just retribution.

Qin Huairu walked away from the alley with her two pigtails raised and her fat ass twisting and turning.

Behind him, Zhou Kui helped Liu Yuhua walk to the steel rolling mill.

Liu Yuhua calculated that the day was coming soon, but the work required it. Every extra day of work would be an extra penny, and the couple would have someone to take care of them if they were together.

Behind them are Liu Haizhong and Liu Guangtian. Although father and son don't work in Qianqian Factory, they work in similar positions.

Watching the workers in the yard walking out one by one, Yan Fugui sighed, walked to the house, picked up the fishing rod, and rode away.

The yard quickly became deserted.

In Jia's house, the door was pushed open, and his legs stepped out.

In the room, Xiaodang looked at Banggeng and said, "Brother, where are you going?"

"Go out and play."

"I'm going."

"You take a good look at Sophora japonica and wait at home."

"I~"

Before Xiaodang could finish speaking, Banggeng ran out.

Mrs. Jia Zhang glanced at it and didn't take it seriously. Anyway, this is what Bangge was like since he was a child.

Banggan passed the Chuihua Gate and ran all the way out of the alley.

Just as Banggeng left the door, Yan Jiekuang's head emerged from home.

Over the past few days, the people in the courtyard have not changed at all in the eyes of the Yan family.

No one spent money lavishly, and there was no movement from the Jia family that they focused on, which gradually disappointed the Yan family.

Now, even Yan Fugui admits that the money is lost and cannot be found.

However, Yan Jiekuang was still unwilling.

Because when you find the money, you have to share half of it with him.

It is this motivation that makes Yan Jiekuang stare at Banggeng.

Because he felt that this little thief was definitely him.

Following Bangge carefully, Yan Jiekuang avoided people as he walked, and soon saw Banggian coming to the garbage collection place.

Yan Jiekuang was a little strange, so he watched carefully from the corner.

Bangge came to the garbage place, looked at the processed garbage, and looked towards the place where he hid the money.

It was still the original brick. Banggan's little eyes looked at it carefully. After finding nothing unusual, he looked around.

Pedestrians passing by ignored him. After all, in this era, there were many people searching for treasures in the garbage, and many children had done this job.

Banggeng carefully walked to the place where the money was hidden, lowered his head, pulled out the turning head, and then reached out to touch inside.

In an instant, Banggeng's one eye suddenly opened wide, and he fumbled with his arm again, but there was still nothing.

"Who, who is it!"

Bangge stood up suddenly and glanced around with one eye.

"Who stole my money?"

The stick dog and an injured vicious dog shouted to the passers-by around them.

People around him didn't take it seriously, but Yan Jiekuang, who was not far away, frowned.

Thinking of something, I quickly ran home.

In the room, the third aunt was feeling distressed.

There is no money at home, and there is no motivation to go out.

"Mom, there's a discovery, there's a discovery."

Then I heard Yan Jiekuang running back and shouting.

"What are you shouting for? You're making me angry."

"Mom, just now I saw Banggeng rummaging through the trash can, and he started to curse after he couldn't find it."

The third aunt didn't take it seriously, "If he likes to dig through the trash, he will dig through it. Why does it matter what he does?"

"No, Mom, did Banggeng steal the money and hide it?"

After hearing what her son said, the third aunt finally reacted.

"You mean, Banggeng hides money?"

"Mom, I, I just saw that he couldn't find him and was cursing."

"Call your brother and let's go!"

The third aunt put on her shoes and walked out in a hurry.

At this moment, Bangge stood rummaging through the garbage, his eyes full of anger.

I obviously hid the money here, why is it gone?

So much money.

Banggeng doesn’t care if it’s dirty, he just lies on it and looks for it.

"Whose money is this?"

Suddenly, someone shouted, Banggeng jumped up and shouted without thinking, "It's mine, it's mine."

As he spoke, he ran towards the person who was speaking. After only two steps, he stopped and looked at Yan Jiefang with a wicked smile on his face.

"You, what are you doing?"

Banggeng stepped back, but he didn't want Yan Jiekuang to rush forward and saved Banggeng with a bear hug.

Banggeng was mentally disturbed, and in this situation he wanted to run away, so he used all his strength to push Yan Jiekuang away and ran into the yard.

Facing Yan Jiekuang, Bangge had a physical advantage due to Shazhu's support over the years, but facing Yan Jiefang, who was several years older, he was no match at all.

In an instant, Yan Jiefang caught up with him, raised his leg and kicked Banggeng on the back, and kicked Banggeng on the garbage pile.

Then the two brothers went up and pressed the stem of the stick underneath, each holding it down with one arm.

"Let me go, you pieces of shit, let me go."

"I'll kill you. Let me go."

The stick dog struggled and howled.

The two brothers, Yan Jiefang, didn't care at all, while the three aunts on the side stared at Banggeng angrily.

"Jia Geng, tell me, where did you put the stolen money?"

"What stolen money? I don't know, what are you talking about?"

"Help, you bullied a child and killed someone."

Bangge shouted loudly, and the whole alley was filled with shouts.

Gradually, people came over to ask about the situation, and the third aunt angrily explained the matter directly.

Many people didn't suspect Banggeng when they heard that he stole money and hid it. After all, this kid was famous for his unclean hands and feet.

"Don't say yes, let's go to the police station."

The third aunt knew that she couldn't delay at this moment. If Yan Fugui was at home, she could still take Yan Fugui to find Jia Zhang, but she herself knew that she was no match for Jia Zhang.

Simply send it directly to the police station and let the police handle it.

In the yard, Mrs. Jia Zhang felt sleepy and finally stopped banging on the door.

I was about to go back to the house to catch up on some sleep, but I heard the commotion outside, and I suddenly became energetic.

Go outside quickly and see what's going on.

Since the last time he criticized and educated Xu Damao, Jia Zhang has found his own strengths.

That feeling of happily cursing people, that feeling of full fire, so comfortable, even my head doesn't hurt much anymore.

I quickly ran out of the yard and came to the entrance of the alley, where I saw a group of people pointing.

At this time, as Jia Zhang came out, the group of people had dispersed.

Jia Zhang quickly called Aunt Seven in the alley next door to ask what was going on. The stopped Aunt Seven looked at Jia Zhang and sneered, "It's nothing. I just caught a thief and sent him to the police station."

When Jia Zhang heard this, she was disappointed, and then she said viciously, "What kind of little thief is he? If you catch him, you should criticize him first and scold him severely, so that you can receive a profound education."

Aunt Seven smiled like a fool, then interrupted Jia Zhang's anger, "Jia Zhang, that little thief is your grandson, Jia Gen."

"ah?"

"What?"

Mrs. Jia Zhang was stunned on the spot, but Aunt Qi didn't want to pay attention and turned back to her yard.

"Awesome? Awesome!"

Jia Zhang howled and ran along the road to the police station.

No matter what, you can't let Banggeng be sent to the police station.

At the door of the police station, the closer the stick got, the more frightened it became.

The legs were no longer bent, and they were allowed to be pulled by the Yan Jiefang brothers. At the same time, the body struggled hard, trying to break free, shouting "let me go, let me go."

Seeing this, the third aunt felt that she didn't want to run away anymore.

Several people dragged them to the door of the police station, and soon the police came out. After asking about the situation, they looked at Banggeng who was lying limply on the ground, frowned, and asked someone to invite them in.

Not far away, Jia Zhang watched several people enter the police station and stopped abruptly.

The police station was her nightmare. Just looking at it gave her a headache.

Gritting her teeth, Mrs. Jia Zhang mentally scolded the Yan family for being a bunch of bastards and not doing human affairs.

I was so panicked that I quickly ran to the steel rolling mill.