Farmers in the courtyard

Wang Zhendong wanted to tease Qin Huairu on a whim.

It's a bit funny to see what Qin Huairu's reaction will be after picking up the money.

But before Qin Huairu called him, the dollar was probably gone.

Logically speaking, Jia Dongxu is not dead at this stage, shouldn't Qin Huairu be like this?

Maybe Qin Huairu will send him money later...

"Wang...Uncle Wang, you are back!"

After passing the Weeping Flower Gate, he met 12-year-old He Yuyu. Wang Zhendong smiled and replied: "Hey, I'm back. Where are you going?"

Did this girl call him uncle?

This seniority...

"I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things...Sister-in-law Qin..."

When He Yuyu saw Qin Huairu coming in after him, he shouted again and then ran out.

Qin Huairu was a little absent-minded and didn't reply to He Yuyu. When she saw Wang Zhendong had arrived under the eaves, she walked quickly towards the middle door.

As he climbed the steps, he subconsciously turned his head to look east, but he didn't expect to see Wang Zhendong looking over.

That half-smiling look made her feel guilty.

He quickly left in a few steps.

Wang Zhendong grinned, opened the door and entered the house.

Yes, you lost a dollar in vain!

He originally thought that if Qin Huairu called him, he could take the opportunity to tease this woman, but he didn't expect that he would lose everything.

But now, it seems quite interesting to see Qin Huairu's reaction when she saw him.

Looking at Qin Huairu's expression and reaction just now, he felt funny, as if he had become a thief.

At this time, people from get off work outside the door came back one after another and entered the yard. Jia Dongxu and Shazhu walked one behind the other, neither of them paying attention to the other.

That day Xu Damao said that Sha Zhu was thinking about Qin Huairu, so the two stopped talking. Sha Zhu was embarrassed and Jia Dongxu was angry.

Jia Dongxu was not a big-hearted person, so you can imagine how he felt. From that day on, he would not let Qin Huairu talk to the men in the yard.

Even when his master Yi Zhonghai casually said a few words to Qin Huairu, he felt uncomfortable.

The two of them walked through the middle gate one after the other and went home.

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong and others also came back soon after.

After Wang Zhendong finished setting up the stove, he took a bowl and walked to the door of Chen Minsheng's house.

"Auntie, do you have any old noodles at home? I'd like to make some noodles later and steam some steamed buns tomorrow morning."

Chen Minsheng's wife was also busy with dinner. When she saw Wang Zhendong at the door, she immediately smiled and said: "Stationmaster Wang, wait, I will get you some right now."

Wang Zhendong smiled and nodded, but did not go in. "Hey, thank you, Auntie. Where is Uncle Chen?"

"I haven't gotten off work yet!"

"I don't know where Uncle Chen works yet."

"He works in the library."

"The library on Wenjin Street?"

"Yes, Stationmaster Wang, here you go, this old man, you have good noodles. Keep a little aside every time, so it will be useful next time..."

Aunt Chen put a small piece of old noodles into the bowl held by Wang Zhendong, and Wang Zhendong thanked her continuously.

When he was about to leave, his eyes accidentally glanced and saw a long duster placed in the corner of the Chen family hall.

It's the kind used to dust spider webs, a long wooden stick with thin branches tied to it, like a long broom.

The entire length is almost three meters, which is not a strange thing at first, but Wang Zhendong paid attention to it.

He left with a smile without leaving a trace and returned home.

But when he left, Aunt Chen turned her head and glanced in the direction of the corner, and then she looked thoughtful.

At this time, her expression and natural temperament were completely different from what she usually showed in front of everyone.

Instead of being honest and affable, she has a serious and solemn look, unlike an ordinary woman who has no job and does laundry and cooking at home.

When Wang Zhendong returned home, he put down his bowl and started preparing dinner as if nothing had happened.

For dinner, he was going to eat something thin, corn mush and sweet potatoes. Not to mention, he liked to eat the two together as porridge.

While he was busy, Xu Damao appeared.

"Brother Dong, we're busy with dinner."

As Xu Damao walked in, he took out a cigarette and found a pack of heroes.

Wang Zhendong glanced at the cigarettes in Xu Damao's hand, Qunying, Henan, which cost 47 cents a pack.

Xu Damao, this guy, trades cigarettes from time to time, one brand at a time.

What's more, this guy can feed one person and the whole family is not hungry. The price of cigarettes is worth a day's salary for many people.

After taking a cigarette, Wang Zhendong asked: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Xu Damao took out a match and lit it for Wang Zhendong with a flattering look on his face, and then he asked in a disgraceful manner: "Brother Dong, the person who came to your place last night was your relative from the countryside?"

When Wang Zhendong heard this, he felt a little strange. He nodded and said, "Yes! What's wrong?"

Hearing what Wang Zhendong said, Xu Damao became even more mean-spirited, and said with a smile: "That delicate and graceful girl, I heard she is your cousin..."

When Wang Zhendong heard this, he roughly understood what Xu Damao was thinking. A faint smile appeared on his face and he asked: "Did you see it? What do you think? Isn't it very beautiful? Also, who did you hear that she was my cousin?"

Xu Damao also lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff and exhaled it. When Wang Zhendong finished speaking, he immediately replied with a smile: "I saw her when I went to work early in the morning. Your cousin is so beautiful.

I didn't know it was your cousin at first, but Liu Guangyuan told me that she was your cousin. He also said that your cousin's family came to you because they wanted you to help introduce someone to the city.

I want to marry in the city.

Brother Dong, what do you think of me? I have a house and am a regular worker in a steel rolling mill..."

"I think you are very good, but Liu Guangyuan seems to be also good. The young man is very energetic and handsomer than you. How about you call Liu Guangyuan here.

The three of us have a good talk. I want to know personally what you two think. "

Wang Zhendong still smiled lightly and spoke calmly, as if he really wanted to choose one between Xu Damao and Liu Guangyuan for his cousin.

Xu Damao was definitely not willing to hear what Wang Zhendong said. Why did Liu Guangyuan compare with him?

Is it just because he is prettier than him?

But does he have a house?

Is he a regular employee?

"Why are you standing there stunned? Go and call Liu Guangyuan!" Wang Zhendong put away his smile and said in a deep voice.

At this time, Xu Damao reluctantly went out.

Wang Zhendong brought up the boiling water and made himself a cup of tea.

Put the iron pot on the stove ring, add water, and add sliced ​​sweet potatoes. Boil the sweet potatoes first, and then add a little corn flour after boiling.

There happened to be pickled pickles and dried radishes in the space.

Put the lid on the pot, sit on the chair next to you, and slowly blow the foam from the tea cup.

Xu Damao's words just now made him feel an undercurrent in the courtyard.

Why did Liu Haizhong's eldest son Liu Guangyuan say this to Xu Damao?

Liu Guangyuan deliberately made it up to play on Xu Damao, or someone told Liu Guangyuan so.

If someone told Liu Guangyuan, who would it be?

What's the purpose?

Don't you like him?

Although Zhao Xiaocui and his family arrived, they did not tell the people in the yard what their relationship was with him.

But anyone with a discerning eye can guess that, just like at noon, Yan Bugui still wanted to ask him about the situation.

Therefore, it was obvious that someone deliberately spread the news that Zhao Xiaocui's family were his relatives in the countryside and came to him to introduce a partner or something.

Such obvious malice!