Siheyuan: Don't mess with me, I just want to be a casual fish

Chapter 65 The hidden master?

"Captain, here you are."

The door of one of the rooms was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a coat walked out.

He has a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, his cheeks are thin, his cheekbones are high, his body is a little stooped, and he coughs from time to time.

My body looks a little bad.

"I have brought you an apprentice. If you have any work to do in the future, feel free to give him instructions. You're welcome. If he doesn't obey, just tell me."

Wang Zhenyi seemed to be supporting the other party, but in fact, he had to listen to the opposite.

"good."

Song Yan nodded and did not ask about Li Weidong's origins.

In fact, there is no need to ask.

If it was a worker arranged by the prison, there would be no need for Wang Zhenyi to pick him up.

So, when he saw the big front door that Li Weidong took out, he became angry.

He would be really stupid if he still regarded the other party as an ordinary accountant.

"It's okay. Accounting is quite simple. It's nothing more than looking through the ledgers and calculating accounts. Our farm doesn't have many accounts anyway. Three months is enough for you to learn."

Li Weidong washed his hands and took out two lunch boxes from his bag, two palm-sized dough balls mixed with flour.

But it is obvious that the so-called accountant is just used by the other party to conceal his identity.

Wang Zhenyi raised his thumb, and halfway through his words, Song Yan glared at him.

"Captain, didn't you say you wanted to quit smoking before?"

Although Wang Zhenyi is a captain in prison, he is reluctant to smoke this kind of cigarette.

"Captain, you don't understand this. Coughing and smoking is equivalent to fighting fire with fire." Song Yan said with a smile.

Now, Wang Zhenyi became anxious.

"Master Song, to tell you the truth, I have never managed accounts before and I know nothing about this stuff. Please bear with me."

But as soon as he made a move, one hand quickly snatched the cigarette from Li Weidong's hand and put it directly into his pocket.

Wang Zhenyi was not annoyed about this, he just smiled.

"Boy, let me tell you the truth. Although Lao Song is not doing well now, think about it back then..."

"Fifty-five cents, no more. Let me tell you, this kid is fat. Take out one or two of your abilities and keep this kid closer to you than to his own father."

Finally, he took out a match and lit it for himself.

For the sake of your wild boar meat, I have given you the opportunity. As for how much you can grasp, it is up to you.

A pack of cigarettes costs a full thirty-four cents, which is already a high-end cigarette in the eyes of ordinary people.

"I said, Lao Song, you don't know what your body is like?"

Anyway, you will stay here for three months. If you really want to hang out, I won’t do anything to you and I will do whatever you want.”

"hehe."

Inside, there is a bed and some daily necessities.

After saying that, Wang Zhenyi walked away with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands behind his back.

"The mother-in-law at home is very strict, and she doesn't even have any money for cigarettes in her pocket. How can she not quit smoking?"

As he said that, he was about to step forward to grab it.

As Li Weidong spoke, he took out the large front door he bought specially from his pocket.

After entering the house, Li Weidong found that there was a table near the window, which was piled with books and stacks of account books, which looked very messy.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on Li Weidong's two lunch boxes.

Opening the lunch box, one had large pieces of wild boar stewed with cabbage, and the other had spicy pickle sticks fried in lard.

It looks obviously much tidier.

Even the windows were wiped clean, making the room noticeably brighter.

It's even more impossible to bring him here right after arriving.

Although it has cooled down, the fragrance still comes out unconsciously.

"You brat, if you have a good cigarette, why don't you take it out earlier to honor your Uncle Wang, and leave it here to flatter you?"

As for what the other party does, it is unknown.

He didn't look at him differently because of the pack of cigarettes or Wang Zhenyi.

From the beginning to the end, Song Yan was holding a book and reading it with gusto, paying no attention to his busy work.

"Is it possible that the other person studied abroad before and is a translator?"

"I brought it, but I just came to work and my mother brought me some food. Why don't you eat with me?"

"Master Song, hello, my name is Li Weidong, please smoke."

Song Yan shook his head, stood up, took his lunch box, put on his coat hanging by the side, and went to get lunch.

So when Song Yan came back from cooking, he instinctively twitched his nose.

Li Weidong couldn't help but think in his heart.

This shows the status of this big front door in the minds of ordinary people.

"June 4th!"

And it doesn’t matter if you read these books now, if you wait a few more years...

Seeing Song Yan smiling and not expressing his stance, he could only take a step back.

But if it’s someone else’s cigarette, quit smoking.

Seeing this, Li Weidong was not polite. After asking what things could not be moved, he started to clean up the table.

Wang Zhenyi said plausibly that he had to quit smoking if he couldn't afford it.

Song Yan didn't know whether he was persuaded by what he said or whether he had already prepared to split the money equally. Then he took out the cigarette, opened it carefully, and counted ten cigarettes carefully.

"Okay, then half for each person."

Then he lowered his head again and looked at the one in his hand.

Song Yan said casually, his attitude could not be called enthusiastic, but it was not cold either.

Old smokers even made up a jingle: Zhonghua in the province, Peony in the city, and ordinary cadres smoke at the front door.

On the table, he had sorted and categorized it, with books and account books aside.

Wang Zhenyi got the cigarettes, put one in his mouth, then took out a flat cigarette box from his pocket and put the rest in it.

Li Weidong's attitude is very humble.

They are both cabbage, why is the difference so big?

Moreover, he also held two steamed buns, but the ones in his hands were brown, obviously with added ingredients.

While sorting out the books on the table, he casually flipped through a few books, and they were all filled with densely written words.

More importantly, there are also books in Russian, German, and English.

He also sprinkled water on the ground and swept it.

At this time, Daqianmen also had a name, called Ganganyan.

"Fart, don't think you can fool me by studying two days more than me. Hurry up, I'm seventy-three."

It wasn't until something like a bell rang that he put down the book and looked at Li Weidong.

"Need not."

From Wang Zhenyi's words, he could guess that the sickly and thin middle-aged man in front of him must have a glorious past.

"Have you brought your lunch box?"

It seems that Song Yan not only works here, but even sleeps here.

Then he continued to say to Li Weidong: "Originally, according to what your father and I thought, after you came, you would throw it into the ground and dig the soil for two months. If you dare to disobey, you would be hungry. But you are also a man, I guess that kind of

Educational methods are of no use to you.

Li Weidong spent the entire morning cleaning.

But the steamed buns in front of Li Weidong also have added ingredients, but the color is very attractive no matter how you look at it.

His body's instinct made his throat squirm twice unconsciously.

"Old Song, let's eat together."

Just then, a figure broke in.

(End of chapter)