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

The middle-aged man took the chicken and looked it up and down. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he left.

He Zhiqiang sat and waited for customers while looking at the time on the system panel.

He wants to calculate the time and return to the courtyard before Yan Bugui wakes up.

Otherwise, Yan Bugui wants to break the casserole and ask the bottom line. If he knows about his going to Pigeon City, then it won't work!

At exactly six o'clock, He Zhiqiang finished shopping for all the things he brought, and he was going back to the courtyard with a bamboo basket.

In such a short while, he sold three chickens, one goose and one duck.

A total of 20 yuan was earned, the goose was sold for 10 yuan, and the duck was sold for 2 yuan.

He didn't go to the market to buy it, anyway, he just wanted it.

No matter what price he offered, he wouldn't know it anyway, after all, it was given to him by the system.

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Red Star Courtyard

When He Zhiqiang came back, it was already dawn, and when he couldn't get to the front with his bicycle, he saw that the lights in Yan Bugui's house were already on.

Although Yan Bugui is a Chinese teacher, sometimes he has no class and sometimes has class, but he never falls behind when he gets up early.

If he didn't go to work every day, he would probably be able to sleep until noon before getting up for dinner.

He woke up at 05:30 today because of his long-term ideological struggle.

What he has to do now is to find a way to continue the way of raising chickens, ducks and geese.

Otherwise, the poultry in the space really couldn't handle it, and he wouldn't be able to finish it all by himself.

He Zhiqiang lay on the bed and fell asleep for a while, then got up and went to work after returning to sleep.

......

Qin Huairu stood by the sink scrubbing and washing clothes, watching that almost all the people in the yard who went to work had left.

She quickly finished washing and drying the clothes, and saw that the middle courtyard was quiet and deserted.

Just now she went into the room to check the time, and it was only ten o'clock and another hour or two before anyone would come out.

Qin Huairu glanced at He Yuzhu's room, and she walked over quickly.

She knew that the door of He Yuzhu's room was never locked, and even if it was locked, the key was hidden somewhere by the door.

"It really didn't lock the door."

Qin Huairu walked to the door with her hands and feet, pushed the door lightly, and the door opened.

She peeked through the crack of the door, and after confirming that there was no one in the room, she walked in.

"This dress should belong to Liu Yuehong. It seems to have been out for a few days. Why is it still here?"

Qin Huairu stood at the end of the bed, looking at the floral coat and frowned.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, could it be that He Yuzhu already knew that she was going to steal Liu Yuehong's clothes, so he deliberately put the clothes here?

Qin Huairu shook her head, and reached out to pick up the flower coat. If she knew, He Yuzhu would have asked her a long time ago.

She knew He Yuzhu's temper, and she couldn't help it if she was impatient.

"Forget it, forget it."

Qin Huairu stuffed the flowery coat into her clothes, closed the door, and quickly ran to her room.

"Dongxu, I brought back the clothes."

Qin Huairu stood in front of the Kang with a little panting, and said to him.

"Are you sure this is her dress?"

Jia Dongxu sat up, turned to look at the dress in her hand, and asked.

"I'm sure, I saw Liu Yuehong wearing it a few days ago, so it must be hers."

Qin Huairu sat on the edge of the pit, put the clothes on the quilt and said.

"That's fine, you find a way to put this clothes in He Zhiqiang's room."

Jia Dongxu looked at the clothes on the quilt in a daze for a while, then said to her.

"Ah? You want me to go to He Zhiqiang's house?"

Qin Huairu looked at him incredulously, she could still enter He Yuzhu's room, but she dared not even enter He Zhiqiang's room.

"If you don't go, let me go? Look at my legs."

Jia Dongxu looked at her with displeasure and said.

It's really useless, why don't you just put some clothes in He Zhiqiang's room?Can't do such a simple thing?

"Okay, I'll try it."

Qin Huairu, watching him angry, swallowed his words, stood up and walked outside.

Don't even think about He Zhiqiang's door, it must be locked, how can he put his clothes in?

Qin Huairu stood in front of He Zhiqiang's door with a flowered coat, looked at the lock in front of him, and walked towards the window again.

She walked to the window and pushed hard with both hands, but she didn't push.

Qin Huairu walked around in front of He Zhiqiang's house but couldn't find a way to get in, so he had to go back first.

"You can't do this little thing well, what's the use of you?"

Jia Dongxu looked at Qin Huairu who was standing in front of him, and shouted angrily.

He can't even do this little thing well, I really don't know what the use of his wife is!

Qin Huairu didn't dare to say a word, she could only raise her hand and wipe her tears with her sleeve.

She really doesn't know what she did in her previous life to marry Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu's door is locked, and I don't have a key. I can't smash the lock with a brick, can I?"

Qin Huairu's tears dripped down his face, and he said to him with an aggrieved face.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm upset when I see it, so you won't wait until He Zhiqiang gets off work?"

Jia Dongxu said to her with a look of disgust.

If Qin Huairu was like this in the first year of marriage, he would definitely coax her, but after so many years of marriage, they are both old couples.

"Okay, I see."

Qin Huairu put the flower coat on the quilt, turned around and took the broom, and swept the floor.

She dare not be idle for a moment in this house. If she is idle, her mother-in-law Jia Zhang will start talking about things.

At this time, Jia Zhangshi was still lying in bed and sleeping late, and she didn't get up until lunch time.

He Zhiqiang here is still surrounded by a group of workers, asking him to explain technical knowledge to them.

He Zhiqiang didn't hide it, and gave them a wave of on-site practical teaching classes.

A small number of workers understood and gave him a thumbs up, while a large number of workers scratched their heads and still looked at him puzzled.

He Zhiqiang looked at these workers and just smiled and said nothing. Are some workers just smart?

Some workers are out of their minds, anyway?

He definitely doesn't understand, and still needs a word, enlightenment, which is commonly known as enlightenment.

He Zhiqiang watched their practice while drinking boiled water from a large tea mug.

He now feels that he is inspecting work just like the five or sixty-year-old leader.

He Zhiqiang became more and more popular, while Yi Zhonghai, who was also an eighth-level fitter, became more and more deserted.

Ever since the incident of the assessment yesterday came out, even the co-workers who worked with him many years ago ignored him.

He was called over by the workshop director when he was at work.