Siheyuan, I, Silly Zhu, picked up the Qinman script

Not knowing who the other party is, and his own identity being kept secret, Yi Zhonghai is worried that falling into the hands of his rival will ruin his reputation as an eighth-level worker in the steel rolling mill.

Just want to hide.

The place he was in now was at the corner of a small alley. The alley was empty as far as the eye could see. There was no place for Yi Zhonghai to hide.

Small courtyards on both sides.

It is possible.

But when he thought that it was the middle of the night in the dead of night, if Yi Zhonghai really hid in someone else's house without hesitation, he would definitely be treated as a thief, beaten up, and then taken to the police station and notified to the courtyard or the steel rolling mill. His reputation was completely ruined.

Rather than this.

It's better to just surrender on the black market.

When you are anxious.

I saw a pile of garbage not far away.

It's a wise act of desperation.

At that time, he had an idea. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the speaker hadn't noticed him yet and was far away from him, Yi Zhonghai came to the garbage dump in a hurry, not caring about the dirt.

At this point.

Don't worry about whether it's dirty or not.

The most important thing is to avoid the current difficulty.

Yi Zhonghai laid his body on the garbage pile, curling up as much as possible to reduce the radiation area of ​​his body. Finally, he felt uneasy and covered a broken bamboo basket next to it that was completely rotten and disfigured. On his own, he immediately held his breath and tried hard to calm his heart.

More than thirty seconds later.

The sound of footsteps sounded in his ears.

Analyze the sound made by your feet on the ground.

People who come.

It seems that he is not alone.

Listening to the noise, there seemed to be three or four people.

He didn't dare to take a breath, lest he accidentally made some noise and was seen by those people and ruined his affairs. His heart was filled with gods and Buddhas begging, begging these people to leave quickly and stop complaining here.

Don't think about anything.

But something happened.

The few people who originally walked past the garbage pile suddenly turned back. Yi Zhonghai clearly felt that there seemed to be two people standing in front of him.

Too dark.

Can't see clearly.

Judging from the movement of the opponent's feet on the ground, it seemed that they were two big men with big shoulders and round waists.

As the other party started talking, Yi Zhonghai's guess was confirmed.

What a big man.

"Damn it, these bastards are quite smart. They ran around in all directions. With great effort, they managed to catch more than a dozen people who were buying goods, but none of the people who were shipping goods were caught."

Yi Zhonghai's heart.

Raised his throat.

It is clear.

These people are the same people who just attacked the black market.

He just had an idea now, these people should leave as soon as possible. Yi Zhonghai also understands the principle of long nights and many dreams. If time passes and he is discovered, will he be arrested? How should Yi Zhonghai explain? He was lying on top of the rubbish pile, his body covered with an old bamboo basket, and he just barely had my problematic hat on his head.

"You guys are better off. I'm unlucky. I just saw an old man. I thought I could outrun him, but he turned out to be faster than a dog. I ran away without a trace."

Behind him was the sound of his belt being untied.

When Yi Zhonghai came to his senses, two streams of urine with a fishy smell flowed through the gaps in the bamboo basket and landed on Yi Zhonghai's face.

He washed his face with urine.

The dignified man in charge of the courtyard, the eighth-level master of the steel rolling mill, was poured urine on his head tonight, and it was the kind of urine that caused anger.

The fire in my heart.

Can be imagined.

If he hadn't known that he was no match for these people and didn't dare to reveal his identity, Yi Zhonghai would have wanted to howl loudly. He would have stood erect on the spot, waving his iron fist, and expressed condolences fiercely towards the other party.

He endured it.

After those people finished peeing and left.

Yi Zhonghai let out a deep breath.

He forgot about being drenched in urine. When he opened his mouth to gasp, a sticky and silky taste came from his mouth.

He quickly spit a few mouthfuls of saliva.

He took the bamboo basket away from his body, wiped his cheeks with his hands, smelled the smell of his clothes in disgust, and grinned and cursed a few times.

Re-identified the direction.

He ran in the direction of the courtyard.

Run all the way.

Scolding all the way.

He scolded God for not opening his eyes, scolded Jia Zhang for being a bastard, scolded Liu Haizhong for being a nosy, and scolded Silly Zhu for being an ungrateful, cold-blooded beast.

There is a strong intention to vent all the anger in his heart through scolding.

I don’t know how much time passed.

When he hurried all the way to the entrance of the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai's feeling of fear was driven out of his body. Looking at the closed door not far away, Yi Zhonghai let out a sigh of relief again, feeling calm. A lot, and I no longer have the worry of being caught red-handed.

I can't go to the toilet.

Thinking of this reason, he moved his limbs.

Go to the courtyard gate.

Pushed.

The door made of wood did not open as Yi Zhonghai imagined, but remained motionless, as if Yi Zhonghai's strength had hit the cotton.

Didn't think much about it.

I mistakenly thought that my strength was too small.

Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but push the door harder.

With strong promotion.

The courtyard door is still closed.

Yi Zhonghai's newly calmed heart became uneasy again. He seemed to have thought of something, and squinted his eyes to look at the gap. A door bolt as thick as an adult's forearm closed the courtyard door tightly.

Yi Zhonghai's heart felt bad, and he felt like someone was specifically against him. Jia and Zhang's attempts to force him into the palace, Liu Haizhong's revolt, Silly Zhu's inaction, and his trip to the black market where he almost died and was almost caught, all silently explained something that Yi Zhonghai had to believe. Today, he , everything really went wrong, and I even got a bloody head soaked in urine. I thought I could return to the compound smoothly, but unexpectedly, someone broke in at the courtyard door.

Who is it?

So wicked.

Unable to push the door open, Yi Zhonghai didn't want to stand guard at the door all night. He took a few steps back and looked at the courtyard with a pair of angry eyes.

High courtyard walls.

There is absolutely no possibility of climbing over the wall.

In the end we had to resort to this old method.

Call the door.

Yi Zhonghai, who came to the courtyard gate for the second time, slapped the courtyard door vigorously and shouted loudly.

"Is there anyone? Open the door. I'm Yi Zhonghai. Open the door. I'm Yi Zhonghai. I'm just outside the courtyard. Open the door. Lao Yan, Yan Fugui, the third uncle, have you heard my voice? Open the door! I have been locked outside the compound, please get up and open the door for me."

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Yan family.

Yan Fugui, who was drowsily asleep, listened with his ears open, then scratched the itch on his face with his hands, turned sideways and continued to sleep.