Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

At this time, Shazhu suddenly opened the door and walked in, carrying a piece of meat in his hand.

Seeing the meat, Jia Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up.

She stopped Silhu and asked: "Sinzhu, did you give this meat to my family?"

"Where's Sister Xiao Qin? This meat is for Sister Xiao Qin." Silly Zhu saw Jia Zhang rushing towards him and hurriedly hid the meat behind him.

Mrs. Jia Zhang snorted coldly. If it were in the past, she would definitely punish Silly Zhu.

But now that Silly Zhu has meat in his hands, it's different.

"Huairu, Huairu, come out quickly." Jia Zhang shouted to Qin Huairu at the top of her lungs, her voice full of excitement and eagerness.

Qin Huairu was busy with other things in the room. When she heard Jia Zhang's call, she hurriedly came out.

Qin Huairu looked at the meat in Shazhu's hand, and the smile on her face was as bright as a blooming flower. However, the joy did not last long, and a trace of worry soon crept into her heart.

Her eyes became a little complicated, she looked at Silly Zhu, hesitated and said: "Sinzhu, where did your meat... come from?" Qin Huairu's voice trembled slightly, and she was vaguely worried about the meat.

The road is not right.

In this special period, when supplies were scarce and meat was even more precious, Sha Zhu suddenly appeared with such a piece of meat, which inevitably made her suspicious. She knew that although Sha Zhu was usually careless, he would occasionally act impulsively.

"Silly Zhu, don't do stupid things. If the origin of this meat is unknown, it will cause big trouble." Qin Huairu frowned, her eyes full of worry and concern.

As she spoke, she looked around subconsciously, as if she was afraid that others would discover the piece of meat. Qin Huairu knew very well that if Shazhu's meat was stolen, once it was discovered, not only Shazhu would be punished, but also Shazhu would be punished.

Their family may also be implicated.

"Si Zhu, tell the truth to me, where did this meat come from?" Qin Huairu's tone became more urgent. She stared closely at Si Zhu's eyes, hoping to get something from his eyes that would make her happy.

A reassuring answer.

When Shazhu heard Qin Huairu's question, he waved his hand quickly and said with a hint of pride on his face: "Sister Qin, don't make blind guesses. Let me tell you, I have met a big leader. I am giving this big boss

When the leader was cooking, he thought I was good at cooking, so he gave this meat to me." As Silly Zhu spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced up, as if he was recalling the scene at that time.

Qin Huairu frowned even more after hearing this. She looked at Shazhu suspiciously and said, "Sinzhu, please don't lie to me. You have been in prison. How could the big boss reuse you?"

You? Are you giving me meat?" Qin Huairu's tone was full of disbelief. She knew Sha Zhu's past very well. In her opinion, what Sha Zhu said was really outrageous.

Silly Zhu became anxious and raised his voice and said: "Sister Qin, what I said is true. Why don't you believe me? My cooking skills are so good now, and the big boss likes to eat the food I cook."

He said, while gesturing with cooking movements, trying to make Qin Huairu believe him.

At this moment, Mrs. Jia Zhang couldn't wait any longer. She didn't care where the meat came from, as long as she could eat it in her mouth. "Oh, you two, stop being so nagging. No matter how it came from,

As long as it has meat." Jia Zhang said as she couldn't wait to push Qin Huairu away.

Qin Huairu stumbled and almost fell. "Mom, what are you doing?" Qin Huairu shouted angrily.

Jia Zhang ignored Qin Huairu at all and walked straight towards Sha Zhu. Her eyes were fixed on the meat in Sha Zhu's hand, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey. "Si Zhu, give me the meat."

Jia Zhang extended her hand and said unceremoniously.

Silly Zhu subconsciously ducked back and said, "Aunt Jia, don't be anxious."

"Can I not be in a hurry? I haven't eaten meat for a long time." Jia Zhang said, and rushed forward again, grabbing the meat in Sha Zhu's hand. "Haha, I finally got it." Jia Zhang said

Holding the meat, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if there was nothing more important in the world.

Qin Huairu looked at Jia Zhang's greedy look and sighed helplessly. "Mom, you are not afraid that there is something wrong with this meat."

"What's the problem? I think you just think too much." Mrs. Jia Zhang rolled her eyes at Qin Huairu, turned around and walked back into the house, muttering as she walked: "You can eat meat tonight, that's great.

Already."

Qin Huairu stood there, looking at Jia Zhang's back, and then at Sha Zhu, still feeling a little worried in her heart.

Mrs. Jia Zhang happily walked into the kitchen with the meat and said to Qin Huairu impatiently: "Huairu, hurry up and make this meat into braised pork. I'm almost dying of hunger." Qin Huairu reluctantly took the meat and started

Get busy in the kitchen.

After a while, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of braised pork. The aroma was mellow and attractive, as if it had a magical power that could make people's saliva flow down unconsciously. The braised pork sizzled in the pot and its color changed.

It's getting redder and brighter, the fat is jumping happily in the pot, and every piece of meat seems to be telling its delicious taste.

Qin Huairu carefully brought the braised pork to the table. The plate of braised pork was bright red in color, with alternating fat and lean meat. The skin was soft and waxy, the lean meat was tender and juicy, and the fat part melted in the mouth. The rich aroma instantly filled the room.

filled the air.

Silly Zhu stood aside, smelling the tempting aroma, and the glutton in his stomach had already been aroused. He looked at the braised pork on the table eagerly, and was about to reach out for his chopsticks.

At this time, Mrs. Jia Zhang shouted to Silly Zhu: "Silly Zhu, what are you still doing here? Leave quickly."

Silly Zhu looked at Jia Zhang with a strange look on his face and said, "Aunt Jia, this is the meat I brought, why can't I eat it?"

Mrs. Jia Zhang almost laughed out loud. She said without blushing, "I bought this meat from my own family. What does it have to do with you? Stop making trouble here and leave quickly."

Silly Zhu's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears. "Aunt Jia, how could you do this? This is obviously the meat I brought for Sister Qin." Silly Zhu said angrily.

Jia Zhang ignored Sha Zhu's anger. She picked up her chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into her mouth. "Well, it's so delicious. Huairu's cooking is so good." Jia Zhang ate while eating.

He didn't forget to praise Qin Huairu's craftsmanship, which completely left Silly Zhu aside.

Silly Zhu looked at Jia Zhang's shameless look and was trembling with anger. "Jia Zhang, you have gone too far. How can you be so shameless?" Silly Zhu accused loudly.

But Mrs. Jia Zhang continued to eat the meat nonchalantly, "Humph, what's wrong with me just cheating? This meat is now on my table, and it belongs to me. What can you do to me?" Mrs. Jia Zhang said as she picked up the meat.

He put a piece of meat into his mouth and ate it with relish.

Qin Huairu watched from the side and felt that what Jia Zhang did was a bit excessive, but she did not dare to say anything and could only stand aside silently. Silly Zhu looked at the plate of braised pork, feeling angry and helpless.

I never expected that Mrs. Jia Zhang would be so shameless that she would take the meat he brought as her own and not let him eat it.

At this time, Banggeng jumped back. As soon as he entered the house, he smelled the familiar and attractive aroma of braised pork. Banggian's eyes lit up instantly, and he felt very strange, why did there suddenly be braised pork in this house?

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"Grandma, where does this meat come from?" Banggeng asked curiously.

While chewing the meat in her mouth, Mrs. Jia Zhang said vaguely: "Grandma, I got it myself." Mrs. Jia Zhang still had a look of pride on her face, as if she had done something extraordinary.

Bangge turned his head and saw Silly Zhu squatting angrily at the door, and he understood immediately. He didn't have a good impression of Silly Zhu, and Silly Zhu often had troubles with his family, so he didn't sympathize with Silly Zhu at all.

But Bangge's mind was spinning quickly. He thought carefully, it was not easy for Shazhu to get meat. Maybe Shazhu had some way to make money. If he could know how to get meat from Shazhu, or

If you find a way to make money, won’t your family be able to eat meat more often in the future?

Banggeng was making a small calculation in his mind and his eyes were rolling. He walked up to Silly Zhu and said hypocritically: "Uncle Silly Zhu, don't be angry. Where did your meat come from? Is there anything good about it?

Is there a way to get food? You can also teach me." Banggeng had a flattering smile on his face, but he was thinking about his little Jiujiu.

Silly Zhu raised his head and glanced at Banggeng, and said angrily: "Huh, you are just like your grandma, you know how to take advantage. I won't tell you." Silly Zhu was still angry about Jia Zhang's robbery of his meat.

How could it be possible to tell Bangge so easily.

Bang Ge was frustrated, but he was not discouraged. He stood next to Si Zhu, his eyes glancing at the braised pork in the room from time to time, thinking about how he could get some useful information from Si Zhu.

No matter how tempting he is, Si Zhu has clearly seen that his essence is to ignore him.

At this moment, there was another person who felt extremely depressed because of money, and that was Yan Jiecheng. I remember that after he got a considerable amount of money from Han Fangfang, he actually lived a good life for a while. However,

, as time passed slowly, he was still unable to hand over the bus tickets Han Dongfang needed to Han Dongfang.

Han Fangfang had urged him several times, and every time Yan Jiecheng racked his brains to find an excuse to push him away. But Yan Jiecheng also knew very well that Han Fangfang had paid a thousand yuan, and he would never let it go so easily.

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On this day, Yan Jiecheng planned to go play with friends on the street as usual.

He walked leisurely, thinking about how to pass the time today. But after taking a few steps, Han Fangxi suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

Although Han Xingfang was a foreigner, there were actually a few local gangsters following him at this moment.

Those gangsters were all irritated and stared at Yan Jiecheng with unkind eyes, as if they would immediately pounce on Han Xicheng if he gave the order. Yan Jiecheng's face instantly turned pale, his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and he felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

Well up in my heart.

Han Fangfang frowned, with a trace of impatience and suspicion in his eyes. He stared at Yan Jiecheng and asked, "Yan Jiecheng, have you got your bus ticket? I've been waiting for a long time."

Yan Jiecheng was panicked, but he still pretended to be calm. With a forced smile on his face, he said nonsense as before: "Oh, Brother Han, don't worry. That Wang Weidong has been busy recently and hasn't been here all the time.

It's in the compound. As soon as he comes back, I will definitely get the bus ticket, don't worry." As he spoke, he secretly observed Han Fangxi's expression, secretly praying that Han Fangxi could trust him again this time.

Han Fangfang sneered, obviously a little tired of Yan Jiecheng's rhetoric. "Hmph, how many times have you said this? You always deal with me like this. I tell you, Yan Jiecheng, I don't have the patience to wait any longer.

You must give me accurate information today. When will you give me the ticket?" Han Xingfang's tone became tougher, and several gangsters behind him also moved forward, showing a threat.

posture.

Beads of sweat appeared on Yan Jiecheng's forehead. He rubbed his hands nervously and kept defending: "Brother Han, I really didn't lie to you. Wang Weidong is really not here, and there is nothing I can do. You can give me more

I'll give you some time, just a few days, and I promise to get the tickets to you." His voice trembled slightly, and there was a hint of panic and helplessness in his eyes.

Han Fangxi looked at Yan Jiecheng's embarrassed look. Although he was angry, he also knew that pushing too hard might be of no use. He thought for a moment and then said: "Okay, I will give you one last chance. Three days, three days

If you still can't get the ticket after three days, don't blame me for being rude." After saying that, he glared at Yan Jiecheng fiercely, turned around and left with the gangster behind him.

Yan Jiecheng looked at their leaving figures and let out a long sigh of relief. His whole body seemed to collapse. He knew that he had to find a way to get the bus tickets as soon as possible this time, otherwise he really didn't know what Han Fangxi would do.

Something happened.

But it is impossible for Wang Weidong to give him a bus ticket. What should we do?

Yan Jiecheng returned home dejectedly. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the third uncle busy in the house wearing his pair of reading glasses. Yan Jiecheng rolled his eyes and hurriedly walked to the third uncle's side as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Dad, go and ask Wang Weidong for a bus ticket for me." Yan Jiecheng said with some urgency.

When the third uncle heard this, he immediately stopped what he was doing and raised his head and looked at Yan Jiecheng in confusion. He knew his son very well, and something must have happened to Yan Jiecheng's appearance.

"You kid, have you caused any trouble again?" the third uncle asked with a frown.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Yan Jiecheng had no choice but to sigh helplessly and tell the whole story. "Dad, I received a thousand yuan from others and promised to buy them bus tickets, but now Wang Weidong keeps insisting

There is no news, people have urged me several times. I really have no choice, please help me." Yan Jiecheng looked at the third uncle eagerly, hoping that he could come up with a way to solve this problem.

After hearing this, the third uncle opened his eyes with anger, pointed at Yan Jiecheng's nose and cursed: "You, you, how can you be so confused? If this matter is not handled well, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Although the uncle usually likes to scheme, he also knows that this kind of thing is no joke.

"I know I was wrong, dad. Just think of a way. You are the only one who can help me now." Yan Jiecheng lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.