Siheyuan: My anger system is too good at playing

It's a pity that it doesn't have any special skills, who understands what it is meowing about?
Especially Huang Dashan, who was so happy.

I thought I had a great cat-sucking physique.

He warmly carried Artemis back home, and fixed the sugar flower in a flower pot so that he could enjoy it freely.

Because of this, Artemis' attitude towards him was better.

Jiang Weidong didn't really need to go home at all, he just came to the Fourth Hospital and pretended to go around.

Not only took a bottle of Zhuyeqing, but also a sausage by the way.

Cai Quanwu bought a lot last time and went back, but he has not received any feedback from him yet.

I don't know if the taste of this sausage can be eaten in a tavern in the capital.

When he returned to Huang Dashan's house with these two things, a pair of calculating eyes were staring at him not far away.

No need to ask, the Yan family must be the one who suffered the most when they entered the courtyard to treat guests!
The third mom is reporting to Yan Bugui, "Since what happened last time, I've been keeping a close eye on our sauerkraut jar."

"But don't worry, I can assure you that not a single sauerkraut is lost!"

"Speaking of this, I'm also wondering, could it be that we really misunderstood Qin Huairu, and she didn't come to steal sauerkraut?"

Yan Bugui was standing outside the window, smelling the smell of meat wafting from Huang Dashan's house.

Hearing the words "Qin Huai Ru", he looked down on that little widow from the bottom of his heart.

Forget it, don't ask.

The more I smell it, the more greedy I become, and I still can't eat it.

Yan Bugui took a few steps and returned to the dining table, holding Huang Chengcheng's cornbread in his left hand, and chopsticks in his right hand, banging the pickle bowl loudly.

"When this time comes every year, life is tighter than usual. We all wait and save, and we want to eat together the day after tomorrow!"

Speaking of this, he looked back at the painted window frame again, his face full of jealousy.

"If you don't say it, it's better to be an official. Look at Huang Dashan's childhood."

Yan Bugui earns little money and has to support a large family, so he often feels unbalanced.

The third mother was more open-minded than him, and comforted him by saying, "No, Huang Dashan usually eats the same as our family."

"When I was washing vegetables outside, he said that he wanted to invite Jiang Weidong to his house for dinner today, and he had to cook a few hard dishes."

It's okay not to mention Jiang Weidong, but when he is mentioned, Yan Bugui will talk a lot.

"That kid Jiang Weidong is even worse now."

He put down the cornbread and chopsticks, counted with his fingers to the third mother, "Have you noticed what dishes his family eats recently?"

"Steamed carp, braised pork, braised pork ribs, stir-fried pork, even noodles with fried sauce, the sauce is full of diced meat, it smells delicious!"

"Good guy, I'm not exaggerating about the smell of fried meat last time. You can smell it even if you're standing on Dongzhimenwai Street!"

Yan Bugui remembers what other people eat every day, which is called a porcelain.

I guess this is asking Jiang Weidong himself, he can't remember so clearly.

The third mother was so naughty about these delicious dishes that she immediately lost her appetite.

She put down her chopsticks, and said sourly, "Oh, what's the use of memorizing this?"

"Jiang Weidong is the squad leader. No matter how small an official is, he is still an official. Don't use bean buns as dry food."

"You can talk about the second uncle, he may get more than 30 yuan salary a month now, which is on par with Shazhu!"

Yan Bugui was surprised, "How much? More than 30?"

I've spent my whole life sucking up chalk dust at school, and Jiang Weidong's yellow mouth hasn't faded away yet, and he's only been working for a few years?
Didn't he just pass the fourth-level fitter exam, and even become a small official of Sesame Mung Bean?

Is this going to overtake me?
Thinking of this, the sense of taste suddenly failed.

The pickles just put in the mouth don't feel salty when chewed.

Still the same sentence, not a family, do not enter a family.

On the point of calculating, the three mothers and Yan Pugui are a perfect match.

She also snapped her fingers, "Old Yan, let me do the math for you."

"Let's just pretend that Jiang Weidong earns 30 yuan a month. It's not worth a lot of money for breakfast, and people eat in the cafeteria at noon."

"Just this decent meal every night, and him alone, how much money can he spend in a month?"

"Besides, he doesn't even have a date now. It's not like we were back then. There were seniors and younger ones."

"The money he earns has no place to spend it, and he sells those things. In my opinion, that's faster than earning wages!"

"Compared to him, Sha Zhu is nothing. Recently, even Qin Huairu often calls him a worthless one."

Yan Bugui squeezed the small eyes behind the glasses a few times.

Needless to say, my wife's calculations are transparent enough.

Speaking of Sha Zhu just now, this really reminded Yan Bugui.

Qin Huairu is just a widow with three children, just like a mosquito, lying on Sha Zhu's body and sucking blood for so many years.

Then if he can find a marriage for Jiang Weidong, then maybe he can get a lot of money from it.

Jiang Weidong is so rich, he is always ashamed to ask the matchmaker Bai for help, right?

In order to get to know Teacher Ran, that silly Zhu even knew how to give himself souvenirs.

The more Yan Bugui thought about this matter, the more he felt that there was something to it.

So, every mouthful of corn bread is a mouthful of pickles, and the meal is finished in a few mouthfuls.

After that, I sat on the edge of the window with one mind and began to sit on the sidelines.

He waited hard, but Jiang Weidong and Huang Dashan were drinking vigorously.

Jiang Weidong was also a soldier in his previous life, and he and Huang Dashan had a lot in common on this aspect.

The two chatted a lot, such as the hardships they suffered during training, the joy with their comrades in arms, and the reluctance when they left the army, all of which resonated deeply with them.

Holding the wine glass, Huang Dashan said loudly, "Xiao Jiang, although you are young and have never been a soldier, your experience is definitely not shallow. I will make you my friend!"

Jiang Weidong also raised his glass in return, "Section Chief Huang, I didn't expect you to make so many military achievements in the army. I admire you very much."

"Your friend, I'm committed too!"

The two of them exchanged cups, seeing that the bottle of Zhuyeqing was about to bottom out.

It is said that a thousand cups of wine is rare when you meet a bosom friend, but it was vividly expressed by the two of them.

The drink lasted until after four o'clock in the afternoon, and Huang Dashan's voice was hoarse from drinking.

When Jiang Weidong went out with Artemis in his arms, Yan Bugui lay on the window sill and almost fell asleep.

Good guy, finally finished drinking!
He suddenly lost all sleepiness, and immediately regained his energy.

He got up and tidied his clothes a little, then opened the door and went out.

He also pretended to meet by chance, "Hey, Wei Dong, I had a good drink with Section Chief Huang, and this little face is flushed from drinking."

Jiang Weidong turned around and smiled, "Yes, he can drink well, but I can't."

He walked while talking, not intending to stop at all.

There are so many people in this courtyard, Yan Bugui didn't intend to talk about it here.

He quietly followed Jiang Weidong and slipped into the fifth courtyard together.

"Weidong, Weidong, don't close the door yet!"

"Hey, I'm here to tell you something."

"Well, it's quite cold, let me go in and talk slowly?"

Now that this was the point, Jiang Weidong had no choice but to let him in and sit down.

He would like to see what this Yan Da stingy man is up to.