Siheyuan: The start of the game is bound to the self-killing system

"Squeak~"

He Zhiqiang listened to the noise and opened the door to look into the courtyard.

He saw He Yuzhu knocking hard on Yi Zhonghai's door, cursing while knocking.

"Yi Zhonghai, come out for me, you have swallowed all the living expenses my father gave me these few years!

I still have the face to say that you gave me ten yuan as a subsidy!

How dare you pretend to be a good person for me!"

When He Zhiqiang heard these words, he knew that he had found out.

Then there will be a good show to watch next, this uncle's design collapsed in the courtyard.

At this time, it was just in time for the rush hour, and most of the people in the courtyard had returned, and many neighbors were standing here to watch the excitement as they passed by the middle courtyard.

"Brother Zhiqiang, what happened to my silly brother?"

He Yushui was also out of school, and she watched the noisy silly brother walk up to He Zhiqiang and asked.

"Go back and do your homework. When this is over, you can just ask your stupid brother. Studying is more important."

He Zhiqiang saw more and more people gathered outside the sea houses, glanced at her and said to her.

"Brother Zhiqiang is fine, I have less homework and I want to watch it for a while."

Drinking rainwater and watching the noise of the crowd overwhelm her silly brother's voice, she also wanted to know what happened.

"Lack of homework in high school? Hurry back and do your homework. If you don't do your homework well, I'll take the radio back."

He Zhiqiang looked puzzled when he heard her words. There is not much homework in high school?How could it be less?

When he was in school, he couldn't finish writing before 12 o'clock.

"Okay, then I'm going to do my homework first. Brother Zhiqiang, you can't go back on your word. You agreed to let me listen to the radio for a few days."

He Yushui immediately felt that the radio was better, so she should go back and do her homework.

Before leaving, she did not forget to tell He Zhiqiang to tell him what happened later.

"I'm sure I'll tell you, hurry up and do your homework."

He Zhiqiang waved at her and walked towards the front of the crowd.

He Yuzhu held the remittance record sheet in his hand, and now he felt that he was going crazy with anger.

Since his father ran away with the White Widow in the winter of 1958, there has been no news.

It turned out that it was all Yi Zhonghai's fault, maybe all the letters his father sent him were burned by Yi Zhonghai?

Yi Zhong Hai Jia

Aunt Yi stood in the room spinning around anxiously, he looked at Yi Zhonghai who was sitting at a table and asked anxiously.

"What can we do, old man?"

Yi Zhonghai took a sip of water from the big tea mug, listening to the hasty knocking on the door and scolding outside.

He doesn't know what to do now, but from what He Yuzhu meant, it should be that He Daqing sent him living expenses and let him know.

"What can I do? You asked me to keep the living expenses back then!"

Yi Zhonghai put the tea mug heavily on the table and looked at her and said.

It was his old lady's idea to leave He Daqing's living expenses in the first place.

"It's true that I asked you to stay, but how did He Yuzhu know all of a sudden?"

Aunt Yi walked up to him and sat down, and said to him with a sad face.

"Okay, okay, I've figured out a way, women really have no brains!"

Yi Zhonghai stood up and finished talking to her, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Squeak~"

When He Yuzhu saw the door move, he withdrew his hand and looked angrily at Yi Zhonghai who appeared from the crack of the door.

"Yi Zhonghai, explain to me, what's going on?"

He Yuzhu directly put the remittance record slip in his hand and asked.

Based on the physical evidence, he wanted to see what Yi Zhonghai had to say!

"This, this is also given to me by He Daqing, he said that the money will be reserved for your wedding.

My ten yuan is for you, and the money is reserved for you to marry a wife, and I will give it to you when you marry a wife. "

Yi Zhonghai took a look at the remittance bill in his hand and said to him without blushing.

Excuse me!

The reason Yi Zhonghai made up is true!

He Zhiqiang heard his words as soon as he walked to the front of the crowd.

He Zhiqiang couldn't help but gave him a thumbs up and said 666.

There is nothing wrong with what Yi Zhonghai said. The ten yuan he gave was his own money, and the remaining 15 yuan a month was the money he saved for Shazhu to marry his wife.

"Ah? That's it, my lord. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He Yuzhu was a little stunned when he heard his words. This uncle seemed to be saying this.

Why does it feel a little strange and something is wrong, but he can't tell what's wrong.

"Grandpa, what you said is quite good. I remember the last winter solstice, when we were eating dumplings, you didn't say that."

He Zhiqiang walked to the two of them and said.

He just wanted to see how Yi Zhonghai came back.

"He Zhiqiang, I didn't say those things. He Daqing really gave me the money and asked me to use it when Shazhu got married and got a wife."

Yi Zhonghai looked at him seriously and said.

He can't admit it now, anyway, He Daqing has already gone to Baoding with the White Widow, and it is impossible to come back.

"Since you said so, uncle, then give the money to my silly cousin. After all, my silly cousin is 25 years old and should marry a wife."

He Zhiqiang also knew that he didn't have a certificate and these remittance slips didn't mean anything.

Even the letter sent by He Daqing to He Yuzhu should be more burned than Yi Zhonghai, it is impossible to find it.

"Yes, sir, I am not too young, so I am short of this little money to marry a wife. I don't want more money from you. You can subtract the money you gave me from the money my father gave me, and give me the rest." .”

He Yuzhu looked at He Zhiqiang gratefully, it seemed that he was still a brother, otherwise he would not have known that there was still such a sum of money.

From 1958 to now 1961 for three years, at least three or four hundred yuan.

"Silly Zhu, this can't be done. Your father can tell me that he will not give you the money until you marry a wife. Unless He Daqing personally asks me for it, I will give it to you."

Yi Zhonghai would not let the money he got fly away, and said to him with a serious face.

Although he is not short of these hundreds of dollars, it is still a few hundred dollars, and now He Daqing continues to send him 15 dollars every month.

"Master, don't you just make it clear that you want to be greedy for money?

What do you mean when my silly cousin gets married? If my silly cousin never gets married, will you not give it for the rest of his life? "

He Zhiqiang wanted to laugh when he heard what he said. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that he just didn't want to give it.

Waiting for He Yuzhu to get married?

He knew that He Yuzhu was going to marry Widow Qin, and He Yuzhu was already in his 30s at that time.

There are at least a dozen years left, where will I get the money by then, have I forgotten it?