Siheyuan: I'm Shazhu's Neighbor

"I just know how to eat. I can't tell the difference between good and bad. How will you live in the future?" Mrs. Zhang was a little trembling. Seeing what Qin Huairu meant, she obviously didn't want to accompany Banggeng to the end.

How could a child who was obviously a good person become like this? She could predict her daughter-in-law's future because she was such a troublemaker.

Wipe his butt for the rest of my life.

There will come a time when she will get tired of it, and when that day comes, and she can no longer afford it, this awesome guy will probably end up living on the streets.

I have never seen such a disappointing grandson.

"Grandma, why are you hitting me?" Banggeng said with some displeasure. The grandma who was so amiable one second ago seemed to be a completely different person the next second.

Making his fragile mind even worse.

I can’t help myself!

"Why are you still beating you? Don't you know what you have done? You are old at the age of three. If you can't correct yourself, your mother may abandon you and never care about you again."

Mrs. Zhang’s earnest persuasion.

Bangge doesn’t take it seriously. Anyway, every time someone wipes his butt, isn’t it just a meal of fried meat on a bamboo board? He doesn’t care, as long as he has money to buy snacks.

Mrs. Zhang also has deep opinions on Qin Huairu. Banggeng has become like this, can't he take good care of it? Go out and wash the clothes and sheets for that brat Xu Dongqing!

Is this home still available?

You must stab her at night. You can't just let her go and let her fall like this.

Outside!

The sun is shining brightly, and the snowflakes overnight have decorated the courtyard in silver. Covered in silver, there are people faintly looking forward to it, wondering what they are waiting for?

Xu Dongqing opened the door curtain and looked at the scene outside the house.

Looking lazily at the scenery in the distance, the pretty widow in the front yard was hard at work washing clothes. Apart from her face being a little cold, she was doing well.

The deaf old lady was leaning on a cane, thinking about how to introduce Silly Zhu to Teacher Ran Qiuye. As for Qin Jingru being abandoned by her, now that she has a better choice?

She can barely be a spare tire.

Yan Bugui walked in while pushing his bicycle. He was still stained with a little dirt, especially his feet. He didn't know where he came from in the countryside.

There is also a large sack on the back seat. You can also hear the sound of some iron blocks colliding. Apparently there is a lot of stuff in it, but I don’t know what it is.

Behind him are two brothers, Yan Jiefang, carrying a large sack on his back. The smell of sweet potatoes is wafting in the air. It seems that this guy must have taken his food stamps to the countryside to exchange for sweet potatoes.

Potatoes and sweet potatoes are a must-have. The key is that they are not worth much. In order to save a little money, many city people will choose to go to the countryside to exchange some for them.

The deaf old lady hesitated for a moment, then remembered that Yan Bugui was also a teacher at a nearby school. If she could ask him to inquire, Sha Zhu would be prepared.

"Third uncle, are you back?" Qin Huairu looked at the third uncle who was packed with bags and was a little curious, but the habit she had developed over the years still made her step forward and ask.

"Well, I went to the countryside and bought some things." Yan Bugui looked around cautiously. To be honest, this matter was not an upright matter.

Usually we do it secretly, but it’s almost the Chinese New Year, and it’s snowing all the time, and the road is muddy and difficult to walk on. Under the night, bumps and bumps are inevitable.

It is more appropriate to take action during the day.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Yan Jiecheng was ordered to move the sacks back into the house. Yan Bugui and the others closed the curtains and opened the sacks enthusiastically. In addition to a bag of potatoes and sweet potatoes, they also brought some 'antiques'.

But it cost them nearly fifty yuan.

Just rely on antiques to make a comeback. If you can release them, you can become a thousand-yuan household. Any antique is less than fifty yuan. I feel embarrassed to say that I am a collector.

What's going on?

Before the Republic of China, those foreigners bought this thing for thousands of dollars, sprinkled it with water and went out. He didn't know how to do it, but the old people who couldn't stand the pigeon market all came from that era.

Some people are even apprentices of Mingxuanzhai, and they are also people who have seen the world. If you can use the eyes of the old man to see the actual value of these things.

Their family needs to be prosperous.

Even Xu Dongqing has to be photographed from behind, and showing off in the courtyard on weekdays is just because he has a lot of money? Wait until their family becomes prosperous.

There will be no shortage of them either.

Ahem!

Sensing that there were people moving around outside the house, Yan Bugui quickly asked Yan Jiecheng and his brother to put them away and hide them under the bed. He opened the curtains and saw Yi Zhonghai looking at the window curiously among his bangs.

"Third uncle, what kind of treasure did you get at home? You have to close the curtains in broad daylight. If something good happens, you can't drag the two brothers down." Liu Haizhong took the first step and directly pushed the thin Yan Bugui away.

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Come in and take a look.

He saw the sack under the bed, which was the same as what he had seen through the window at home.

"Second uncle, what's the matter? If there is a good deal, can I forget about you?" Yan Bugui complimented on the surface, but felt a burst of criticism in his heart.

Nima?

If there is a good deal, wouldn't it be nice to eat alone? Why should I give you a little bit of profit? I don't even look at my own tonnage. I'm almost like a pig.

Why are you so crazy here?

"Third uncle, I see something under the bed. Please open it and take a look."

Liu Haizhong quickly pulled out the sack from under the bed and saw one bag of potatoes. He opened the other two bags and saw that they were potatoes.

Swallowed.

This winter, that is, he has not prepared any New Year's goods yet, and his brat is not up to par. If Yan Jiefang has a promising future, I don't know if he will still be supported by him.

"Second uncle, did you just buy some potatoes from the countryside?" Yan Bugui kicked the sack under the bed and invited him to the edge of the table. He was speechless for a while.

Bandits?

Look for something as soon as you enter.

Yan Bugui has a headache!

But Liu Haizhong was a little scornful, and he still bought potatoes? In other words, a bad old man like Yan Bugui can say such nonsense, doesn't he usually get food stamps in exchange?

That is to say, bully the country people.

If you ask him to pay, you might as well kill him!

"Third uncle, this is a lot of stuff. Can you give me a little more balance? I won't treat you badly." Yi Zhonghai generally doesn't have this kind of access.

I’m also afraid of getting caught.

Naturally, he had this idea in mind, and Yan Bugui was a little hesitant. There were a lot of things, but when he ran out of food, he had to go to the countryside to change them. It was a waste of time to go back and forth.

"Master, we have a large family and we don't even have enough to eat. Where can I have extra food for you? If you want it, I will ask Yan Jiecheng to go to the countryside again in a few days. We will talk about it then... What do you think?

Like."

Yan Bugui resorted to dragging.

The meaning is already very obvious. It is impossible to try to influence him! Liu Haizhong sighed and wanted to take advantage of Yan Bugui.

It's simply impossible.

This old boy is good at calculating, but this old man is also an old fool. He still wants to do business with Yan Bugui. Isn’t this a bald man looking for lice on his head?