Siheyuan: I'm Shazhu's Neighbor

"This kind of thing can be known to people." Li Bin made a gesture and hurried towards the entrance of the alley on his bicycle.

Gradually disappear.

When Xu Dongqing passed by a vendor on the road, she bought some fried dough sticks, soy milk... and walked towards the courtyard.

The morning sun crosses the roof and shines on the roof, sparkling!

Liu Lan got up and had already prepared the meal. She saw the fried dough sticks and soy milk in Xu Dongqing's hand...

"My mother-in-law is cooking at home, why do I still buy fried dough sticks to eat?" Liu Lan said angrily, taking the fried dough sticks in her hand.

"Didn't I think you were too tired last night? I thought I'd let you rest a little longer?"

Xu Dongqing explained.

Liu Lan's face turned red. She remembered the madness last night.

It's really a bit embarrassing.

Shyly, she clenched her fist and hit Xu Dongqing on the shoulder.

"Let you still say it."

Arrogantly, he arranged the fried dough sticks on the plate, grabbed a chopstick of pickles from the pickle jar, and placed them in front of Xu Dongqing with soy milk.

The morning sun is particularly bright.

The steel rolling mill is on holiday today. Xu Dongqing and Liu Lan watched and ate quietly.

"Sister Lan, do you like sewing machines? Can you also play a phonograph?"

Based on his knowledge of the black market, a three- to four-hundred-pound old sow can be exchanged for three to five industrial tickets, plus all the money. The market for audio tickets is far less popular than bicycle tickets.

Who listens to music at night?

Apart from the landlords and former capitalists, there is only one theme activity in the evening, which is to play beans, or sit in the yard and chat after the weather improves.

Bicycles are a status symbol!

As for the gramophone, apart from listening to it at home, everyone outside knows that your family bought this useless thing.

Liu Lan opened her eyes wide and looked at Xu Dongqing.

"Sewing machine, if you can get a ticket, the key is to have money, it's not cheap." Liu Lan was a little moved.

These days, every household pursues only one purpose, that is, they can do it themselves and never spend half of their money on goods.

"You don't have to worry about that." Xu Dongqing waved her hand.

"Let's use a sewing machine. If you buy some cloth, you can make it yourself. If your pants are torn, you can sew them yourself."

Everything about Liu Lan is practical. As for recreational cultural activities, she has no extravagant expectations. If she can eat well and wear well, she will be satisfied with everything.

Otherwise, she would not be afraid of the rumors outside and think of Xu Dongqing wholeheartedly.

As long as Xu Dongqing didn't kick her away, she would follow Xu Dongqing stupidly.

After eating two fried dough sticks, I saw through the window that the stick dog in the yard was secretly teasing the stray dogs outside with a branch.

Qin Huairu is still washing her clothes.

Yi Zhonghai walked up to Qin Huairu with a sanctimonious look on his face.

"Huairu, the old woman told you last night, right?"

Qin Huairu turned around and looked at the tall and tall Yi Zhonghai behind him, his eyes were a little deep and playful, and his hair was a little gray. He was a ninth-level employee in the steel rolling mill.

A month's salary is ninety-nine yuan.

There are only a few in the entire steel rolling mill.

But I took a look at Xu Dongqing's house. Liu Lan and he were eating quietly around the table.

He shook his head with a wry smile: "Master, if you have any agreement with Mrs. Zhang, it is a matter between you two. I will not interfere, but if it is about me, she has no right to manage it."

Yi Zhonghai was a little angry and suppressed the anger in his heart.

He said kindly: "Qin Huairu, it's not easy for you to raise three children by yourself. Why are you so stubborn? With the help of a big man, you can live a more relaxed life, isn't it good?"

Not loud.

Every sentence makes sense!

Qin Huairu shook her head after thinking about the price she wanted to pay.

"Master, will you give me all of your monthly salary, which is more than ninety-nine yuan?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at Qin Huairu, who was somewhat sharp-tongued, with deep eyes.

Pretty widow, braids, floral cloth.

Chuuluo is exceptionally bright, but his heart is a bit dark. He is still thinking about all his salary, so he can drink the northwest wind, and how to explain it to his aunt.

How long are the days ahead?

If he really couldn't do any more work, would Qin Huairu still help him?

Take care of him.

Keep everything in mind.

"Qin Huairu, your demands are too much. I don't have a good relationship with your aunt," Yi Zhonghai explained.

Greedy!

She is even more sinister than the old godly woman.

This is Qin Huairu’s first impression on Yi Zhonghai!

"Then there's no more chatting. Please come back." Qin Huairu smiled slightly.

His watery eyes looked at Xu Dongqing’s house.

It would be better if we could catch Xu Dongqing's pigtails, so why bother them.

Eat and drink enough.

Xu Dongqing sat on the sofa, looking at the Dream of Red Mansions in her hands, while Liu Lan virtuously packed the tables, chairs, dishes, and occasionally glanced at Xu Dongqing, who was fascinated by the book.

Wait until Liu Lan cleans up.

Xu Dongqing glanced at the time and saw that it was almost time.

"Sister Lan, please cook more for lunch, and I'll come over to make up the meal." Qin Huairu directly opened the door curtain and said to Liu Lan.

Xu Dongqing covers the Dream of Red Mansions book cover in her hand.

"Qin Huairu, you have convinced me." Xu Dongqing looked at the pretty widow teasingly.

"How is that possible?" Qin Huairu walked up to Liu Lan, whispered, and left Xu Dongqing aside. Some things were full of calculations.

Is it bad?

What's more, what Xu Dongqing wants most is the ghosts of people's hearts. If it is sincere, Xu Dongqing will naturally support it with both hands.

But if it’s a false sentiment.

No matter how beautiful the pretty widow is, the most Xu Dongqing can do is take a look at her and not take any action.

How many times of temptation.

How could Qin Huairu not know what Xu Dongqing was worried about?

.....

Xu Dongqing didn't pay attention to the chat between them, opened the door curtain and walked directly outside the courtyard.

"Dongqing, where are you going?" Liu Lan said with some reluctance as she looked at Xu Dongqing leaving.

"Walking around..."

Xu Dongqing rode a bicycle and wandered out of the courtyard. In the courtyard, the God of War Silly Pillar and the really villain Xu Damao stared at Xu Dongqing's back with gloomy expressions.

Nima?

"Isn't he just a bad employee in the steel rolling mill? Who is not? Why would Qin Huairu keep shamelessly asking him for help instead of Si Zhu and himself?"

Xu Damao didn't understand.

If he went to the countryside to show movies, his salary would be about the same as Xu Dongqing's, but the things he would carry in his hands would not be much at all. Not only would he earn money, but the enthusiastic villagers would also give him some local specialties in his pocket.

What?

Chicken, duck, potatoes, cabbage....

If we say that in the courtyard, apart from the first man, the salary is the highest, and the rest is Xu Damao. As for Si Zhu, although he is a chef, at most he can only bring some leftovers home.

Who wants to eat leftovers when there is food to eat?

It is because of the situation in Qin Huairu's family that he has always been thinking about Sha Zhu's lunch box. If it were him, he would be right in this regard.

What is Xu Dongqing capable of?