Siheyuan: I'm Shazhu's Neighbor

Zhang pretends to understand and pretends to be confused.

On the one hand, he wants to use his daughter-in-law to eat something good, but on the other hand, he tries every possible means to hold her back and make her ask for more.

The pretty widow breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Xu Dongqing is not the kind of person who lifts her pants and refuses to admit her fault. Otherwise, she would have to be dumb and eat Coptis chinensis without being able to tell her suffering.

If we really have to keep her away because of a trivial matter, what can she do? It is not a glorious thing after all to give way to others honestly.

A silent place in the middle of the night.

The pretty widow often wakes up from her dreams, fearing that the big tree she climbed will collapse in an instant. Some people just play for fun, but who would take it seriously?

There are not many such things.

In the end, both people and money are lost, and one person eats the bitter pill alone.

This is also the reason why she has not allowed Zhang to intervene. If she really angers Silly Zhu like she did to him, she doesn't know what will happen.

Xu Dongqing is not as easy to fool as Silly Zhu. If Xu Dongqing pays something, he can get it, but he hates being teased and applauded most.

I don’t like greedy people.

Time to think!

Banggeng cried: "Mom, the steamed fish is ready to be taken out of the pot. If it continues to cook, it may become mushy and not delicious."

Banggan ate steamed fish anxiously to wake up Qin Huairu from her broken dream. She was deeply afraid that Xu Dongqing would become the next fool, and she would definitely be beaten when the time came.

Besides, as the old saying goes, you can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry!

If Mrs. Zhang were allowed to continue causing nonsense, they would all have no choice but to drink the northwest wind. Fortunately, Xu Dongqing has some conscience, so that the trouble will not become unmanageable.

Reflection in clear soup.

Let the pretty widow regain her confidence. The sisters are indeed naturally beautiful and it is hard to give up. Although they are almost thirty years old, they still have full charm skills.

"Well, let's take it out now."

It was placed on the table with pork head meat, and it was delicious for several people to eat.

Ms. Zhang still had something to say, but after seeing Bangge devouring her food, she eventually cooled down and was unwilling to pour cold water on her at this time.

After all, it’s not a glorious thing.

There are a few people who can really achieve the level of Xu Dongqing.

....

Under night.

Xu Dongqing ate and drank enough, lying on the edge of the bed, looking at the roof aimlessly, thinking about how to solve the problem of Accountant Wang, if he was willing to spend his money.

It’s possible to get two pigs.

After all, in this era, all kinds of ticket dealers are rampant, and people come and go, all for profit. When someone sees their neighbor making a fortune.

They will also rush forward in a swarm.

I am deeply afraid that if I am one step too late, I will not be able to keep up with the heat even if I eat shit. I will use all methods. As long as I am not caught, everything will be expected.

In my sleep.

A small white hand holds the throat of fate.

Xu Dongqing felt depressed for a while, as if a ghost was pressing down on the bed, making him unable to move, and subconsciously pushed the figure away.

Run out of bed quickly.

Turn on the light.

Ouch~

Amidst a burst of soft crying, Xu Changsheng saw the shadow of the person coming clearly and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a beauty that turned into a gift from the East. His lifelong good reputation might also be destroyed in one day.

If he is deeply afraid that what appears in the middle of the night is a ghost, or something like an old woman, then he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Sister Qin, why are you carrying out a surprise attack?" Xu Dongqing quickly drank a glass of cold water to calm down her shock.

The pretty widow had tears on her face.

Looking at Xu Dongqing with tears in his eyes, he didn't see the slightest pity. It was more of a kind of silence, and he sighed dejectedly.

"Aren't you afraid that you will be lonely late at night? Are you still thinking of warming your bed? Who knew you were so incomprehensible that you would push people away."

The pretty widow touched the bumped melon seeds on her head, showing a trace of helplessness. Is she so terrible?

Xu Dongqing smiled.

"Sister Qin, that's not what you meant. I was just scared. I thought it was a ghost pressing down on the bed. It felt like there was a big stone pressing on me."

Please explain a few words quickly.

I'm a little scared.

If the Hu Meizi in front of him thinks that he is a heartless person who has transformed into a fierce ghost, like the old Qian woman, into a greedy glutton, then he still needs to stay away from him.

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes.

"Why are you still standing there? It's not cold outside." Looking at Xu Dongqing's naked body somewhere, I don't know who is looking at it?

"Okay."

Xu Dongqing also felt a little cold inside the house.

After all, it was still the twelfth lunar month of winter, and nature still needed to be given due respect. Sometimes he couldn't understand why some people were shirtless during the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Do you respect nature?

After all, you need to wear a cotton-padded jacket to keep yourself warm. Winter nights are still extremely cold.

A happy reunion.

Xu Dongqing touched her waist. This fox is indeed a giant man-eating beast.

Not ambiguous at all.

Pushing open the door, looking at the world covered in silver. Today is the time for Accountant Wang to hand over the two pigs. If it doesn't work, then he will have to appear tomorrow.

After all, he couldn't bear to part with this big deal. If he came a few more times, he would be able to help the ten-thousand-yuan households in the 1960s twenty years earlier.

Such an achievement!

Not to mention honoring the ancestors, at least it is honoring the lintel.

The pretty widow stood on the edge of the stove, preparing breakfast for Xu Dongqing. She was a little inconvenient to move. Looking at Xu Dongqing's back, she even rolled her eyes.

This animal.

Pentakill time!

She is not afraid of exhausting herself to death. She can't bear it. She can still go out to clear the snow in the early morning. She is indeed an animal. The pretty widow came to the conclusion.

After Qin Huairu finished cooking, he glanced at the alarm clock above his head. It was almost seven o'clock, and it was time for every household to get up to eat and go to work, so he hurried away.

Back home.

She also cooks for Banggan and Zhang, and she cycles through it every day, showing a wry smile. What is the end of her life? She also wants to be as upright as Liu Lan.

But the conditions don’t allow it.

She has no idea of ​​remarrying, not to mention Xu Dongqing's nature, she wants him to marry a widow, along with three oil bottles and an old lady.

How is that possible?

Men have money and food.

Do you still need a new wife?

It also made it impossible for him to treat the pretty widow with all his heart. Thinking back to the beginning, he really regretted it. He shouldn't have been worried that Jia Dongxu had an elderly person to take care of him at home.

I looked back at Mrs. Zhang who was still drowsy.

Is it better to have such an old woman? She wants to keep everything in her hands, even if she is sick and hospitalized, she is reluctant to spend a penny.

As long as you are willing to spend money on yourself, there is no trace of compassion.

Sometimes she couldn't figure out who the money she saved was reserved for, and when her family was in trouble, she couldn't bear to spend even a little bit of it.

Is it worth it?

...

Xu Dongqing had enough to eat and drink.

Looking refreshed at the sky outside the house.

A Spring and Autumn Period and a Dream.

The days of partying every night were already beckoning to him, but he still needed to deal with Accountant Wang. The story of being bitten instead of being killed by a snake made him cringe.