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

The co-author, he remembers that 15 yuan was taken by Yi Zhonghai every month, and he dared to use his own name to give He Yuzhu [-] yuan, which is really too much.

It's really careless to make friends, I didn't expect Yi Zhonghai to be a decent person.

He and Yi Zhonghai are destined to die together, if their friendship is such a calculation of him, it's not as expensive as Yan Pugui!

"Uncle calm down, calm down, it will take another four or five hours by car, let's get some sleep!"

He Zhiqiang looked at him angry, and there was nothing he could do. He hadn't left Baoding yet, so he had to gather up his strength and talk about it when he returned to the Red Star Courtyard!

"Okay, sleep for a while, and don't even think about having a good life when I go back!"

He Daqing calmed down, whispered to him, leaned on the table and closed his eyes.

Staggering along the way, He Zhiqiang looked out the window, it was pitch black, and occasionally there were sparse lights, and he didn't know whose house's lights were on.

He Zhiqiang turned his head and took a look, and He Daqing directly closed his eyes, leaning on the seat, from his irregular breathing, he knew that He Daqing was not sleeping, but was thinking about something.

If it was him, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep either. Not only did he not give the living expenses to He Yuzhu, but he also took it privately from his brother, and what was even more exasperating was to help He Yuzhu in his own name, so that He Yuzhu had a good impression of him, but He Daqing Being a father is not good.

At dawn, the bus stopped, and He Daqing and He Zhiqiang got out of the bus.

The place where I came down was two or three kilometers away from the courtyard, and I needed to walk back with my legs.

However, He Zhiqiang came here on a bicycle, and he had already parked his bicycle by the wall.

"He Zhiqiang, why don't you leave? Why are you standing there?"

He Daqing walked a few steps anxiously, turned his head and saw that He Zhiqiang was still standing there, wondering what he was thinking?

"Uncle, you don't have to go. I bought a bicycle. Let's go back by bicycle."

He Zhiqiang looked at him and smiled, pointed to the bicycle one or two meters away from him and said to him.

Anyway, he didn't know how He Dajing would react when he knew that he had a bicycle, but no matter what the reaction was, it didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

"He Zhiqiang, did you buy this bicycle?

I haven't seen you in two years, you can buy a bicycle now, what level of fitter are you in the rolling mill now?

I think you are rich now, right? "

He Daqing looked along where his finger was, and saw a brand new car parked there with a [-]-bar.

"Uncle, how can this be possible? How can I be the kind of person who makes a fortune? I only made a small amount of money. I am now an eighth-level fitter."

He Zhiqiang walked to the side of the bicycle, put the bicycle on the side of the road, and waited for He Daqing to come towards him.

When He Daqing saw such a rare thing, he trotted to the side of the bicycle, touched the body and examined it carefully.

Hearing He Zhiqiang's words again, she looked at him in shock and was speechless.

What did he seem to miss in the past two years?In just two years, He Zhiqiang has been an eighth-level fitter in the rolling mill. He dare not even think about it!

He Zhiqiang works in the rolling mill, and it was Yi Zhonghai who sent him a letter, telling him that Yi Zhonghai would remind him, and the letter would talk about He Yuzhu, He Zhiqiang, and He Yushui. Now he doesn't know the letters he received. The above content is true or false.

"He Zhiqiang, are you my nephew? Are you kidding me? Eighth-level fitter, did I hear correctly? I remember that you are not a second-level fitter? You are not coaxing your uncle, are you?"

He Daqing swallowed, blinked, and asked him.

He remembered, when was the last time Yi Zhonghai sent him a letter?Anyway, he forgot, but the letter said that He Zhiqiang was a second-level fitter!

"Uncle, you don't have to look at me like that, I am an eighth-level fitter, how could I lie?

I am so honest, I jumped from a second-level fitter to a fourth-level fitter, and then from a fourth-level fitter to an eighth-level fitter. I learned things very quickly. "

He Zhiqiang patted the car seat, sat on it, and said to him.

He couldn't believe what he said. In just one month, he jumped directly from the second level to the eighth level.

This is what everyone, the workers dreamed of, and probably wouldn't dare to do it in their dreams, but he did it in reality.

"He Zhiqiang, you are really an eighth-level fitter! Don't lie to your uncle and me. Nowadays, the assessment in the factory is so simple?"

He Daqing sat on the back seat of the car with his legs raised, and said to him while holding the car seat.

"The assessment is not easy. I can only say that your nephew is too smart. Uncle, it's done. Let's go back to the courtyard to sleep."

He Zhiqiang yawned with his hand on the bicycle, said, and rode towards the courtyard with his feet on the stool.

......

Red Star Courtyard

forecourt

Yan Bugui moved a small horse and sat in front of his door, holding a big tea mug in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, brushing his teeth.

He got up so early today, but he was still going to go fishing. After brushing his teeth, he first moved out the flowers and plants, and then took the fishing rod and red bucket to go fishing by the river.

According to what he said, this person can't be idle. If he just wants to eat and waste when he is idle, he might as well find something to do, catch a fish and sell it for some money, so as to satisfy his hunger.

"Hey, the third master got up quite early. Are you going fishing again today?"

Just as He Zhiqiang was pushing his bicycle through the front yard, he saw Yan Bugui brushing his teeth in front of the door, the sound was not low.

"Fishing, He Zhiqiang, do you want to go fishing?"

Yan Bugui took the toothbrush out of his mouth and asked him with a smile.

As long as he went fishing with He Zhiqiang, he would definitely not be in the air force. Even if he didn't catch any fish, He Zhiqiang would give him one.

He Zhiqiang turned his head and glanced at the gate of the courtyard, and saw He Daqing standing at the gate, looking up at the gate, wondering what he was looking at.

"I'm not going, I'm not going, by the way, third master, my cousin got married, but I want you to be the accountant, and you will be in charge of collecting money and so on, so you have to make arrangements! Don’t bother thinking about your fishing, how many fish can you buy with enough money?”

He Zhiqiang parked the car where he was, walked up to him, and said.

Seeing Yan Bugui brushing his teeth, he subconsciously licked his upper teeth with his tongue.

When he goes back later, he will have to brush his teeth, and he will feel uncomfortable without brushing his teeth for a day.

"That's true, but don't worry about it, I'm sure I'll do it well, and when I come back from fishing, wouldn't it be okay to stay stupid every day?

When the time comes, you can discuss with me how much budget you need, how many tables you want to host, and you can discuss it for an hour. What a big deal! "

Yan Bugui took a sip of the water in the tea mug, rinsed his mouth, spit the water on the ground, and said to him.