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

As she dug, she looked back to see if someone was coming.

Then she has to change this place, if the money is stolen, she will die.

"What is this smell? Why is it so fragrant?"

After Jiazhang was finished, a red cloth was exposed after a while, and he took out the red cloth, and when he spread the red cloth to get the money, he smelled a fragrance.

The scent seemed to be the scent of an old hen, and she was greedy after smelling it.

In the past 15 days, let alone the chicken soup, there is no oily smell at all, and the rice she eats is still a bit sour!

In the future, she must be more honest and never go in and live again.

Jia Zhang took out ten yuan from the red envelope, and then took out a one-jin food stamp, quickly wrapped the red cloth, and buried it back to the original place.

"Qin Huairu, do you smell the old hen?"

Jia Zhang walked up to her and asked.

"I smell it, I think it came from He Zhiqiang's family."

Qin Huairu was staring straight at He Zhiqiang's room, but when she heard the voice, she came back to her senses, turned to look at her and said.

When she stood there just now, she thought about a happy life after marrying He Zhiqiang.

"He Zhiqiang really doesn't know where he got the chicken? Here's ten yuan and food stamps. Take it and buy it."

Jia Zhang glanced at He Zhiqiang's room, then turned around and handed her the money and tickets in his hand.

Qin Huairu took the money in his hand and nodded to her, then walked outside.

It's almost noon now, hurry up and buy stick noodles so I can come back and cook.

......

He Zhiqiang here is not boring at all, and he is still watering his vegetables in the space.

He Zhiqiang stepped on the field with his bare feet, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, and looked at the fruits of his labor.

"These dishes are probably ready to eat soon, right?"

He Zhiqiang bent down to pick up the bucket and walked towards the spring.

Whenever the system gives him a water pipe or faucet, he doesn't need to water it again and again.

"The chicken soup is ready? This taste is really authentic!"

After He Zhiqiang washed up in the space, he smelled a strong smell of chicken soup as soon as he came out.

He walked to the pot, lifted the lid, looked at Huang Chengcheng's chicken soup and couldn't wait to scoop it up with a spoon and took a sip.

"Not bad, this taste is just right."

He Zhiqiang went to the kitchen, took a pot directly, and put an old hen and chicken soup into the pot.

He was sitting at the table holding chopsticks, looking at the pot of old hen in front of him, she felt that something was missing.

"How could there be no big steamed buns."

He Zhiqiang smiled, took out two big steamed buns from the space, and ate them with big mouthfuls.

He tore off a chicken leg, took a bite, and felt something shake in the window.

He Zhiqiang didn't care whether he was eating a mouthful of steamed buns, a mouthful of chicken leg meat, or drinking chicken soup with a spoon.

This little life is beautiful, if there is another daughter-in-law, it will be even more beautiful.

Lie flat life begins now.

He Zhiqiang squinted his eyes and stared at the window. Just now, he saw a black shadow on the window, which seemed to be a person.

No way, he was peeped after eating chicken and drinking chicken soup?

He was born at the wrong time, why didn't he dress up to the age when he could eat and drink whatever he wanted?

He Zhiqiang quickly put the pot into the space, quickly finished the chicken soup and the chicken bones on the table in three or two bites and threw it into the space.

"Eat and drink enough, sleep."

He Zhiqiang stood up and walked to the door, lying in the crack of the door and looked left and right, but he didn't see anyone.

Jia Zhang outside the door was tightly stuck to the wall. She had just seen He Zhiqiang eating chicken legs with her own eyes.

But she didn't plan to say anything, because the last time He Zhiqiang ate chicken legs, she called someone over, but found nothing.

She'd better wait for Qin Huairu to come back and cook!

.......

Red Star Rolling Mill

"Master He, how do you think this can be remedied?"

He Zhiqiang stood at his work station, answering the workshop workers' questions from time to time.

The next registration assessment time is the day after tomorrow, and this time he will directly apply for the eighth-level fitter.

We can't let him work as an eighth-level fitter now, and give him the salary of a fourth-level fitter!

Soon, after two days, it was time to sign up for the fitter examination.

In the past two days, Ran Qiuye hadn't looked for him either, and he already knew that Ran Qiuye thought so.

Forget it, he's still single!

Make money and start a business first!

Red Star Rolling Mill

The workshop director walked into the workshop with a blank sheet of paper and greeted the big guy.

"Don't do it, big guys, stop and come here first."

All the workers in the workshop knew that today was the day to sign up for the fitter assessment, so they consciously put down the tools in their hands and walked towards the workshop director.

He Zhiqiang looked at the workshop director, put down the tools in his hand and walked over.

If you don't succeed this time, you will become a benevolent, eighth-level fitter, he is bound to win.

The workshop director waved his hands to the crowd, telling them to be quiet.

"Since everyone has come here, everyone should know that today is the day for registration and the fitter level assessment. Those who failed last time can also register this time."

The workshop director cleared his throat and said to the workers.

"Wang Weijian, report to the fourth-level fitter."

"Li Jianmin, report to the third-level fitter."

"He Zhiqiang, report to the eighth-level fitter."

As soon as He Zhiqiang finished speaking, the chief attacker all looked at him.

He Zhiqiang can't be a mouthful, can he?

The workshop director looked at him in disbelief, he was a level [-] fitter, but now he is a level [-] fitter!

"He Zhiqiang, just now you said which level of fitter you want to apply for?"

The workshop director looked at him and asked again.

But don't expect him to apply for an eighth-level fitter at that time. When He Zhiqiang took the exam, he found out that he was an eighth-level fitter, but he was beaten again. This is not certain!

"Workshop director, eighth grade, eighth grade, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eight!"

He Zhiqiang said to him expressionlessly.

I really don't know if the workshop director really didn't hear it, or if he didn't hear it.

And the eyes of the workers in the workshop, why do you feel a little questioning him?

Isn't this Master He shouting all day long, shouldn't he have recognized his skills?

He took the test of a mere eighth-level fitter, did they think he couldn't pass the test?

"Master He, jump from level [-] to level [-], there are still [-] levels in between, why don't you go level [-]?"

An old worker in his 40s and [-]s in the crowd said to him.

He has been working for ten years, and he has only passed the fourth-level fitter exam.

He Zhiqiang has reached his position in just two years of work.