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

When Sha Zhu came back at night, he found that paper souls were hung at the door of the courtyard, and a small memorial shed appeared in the middle courtyard near Jia's courtyard.

Because Jia Dongxu died unexpectedly.

The bright red color on the coffin and the paper objects on both sides of the coffin added a bit of eerieness to the quiet courtyard. The neighbors in the front, middle and back courtyards had to sit in twos and threes in the courtyard after dinner. Let’s talk about Lala’s daily routine. Let’s talk about what we learned today and who was specifically targeted for wearing small shoes.

Tonight’s courtyard.

There is peace everywhere.

This kind of calmness under the cover of night gives people the feeling of being in a horror ghost movie.

As the god of war in the courtyard, Silly Zhu had an invincible pair of iron fists, but he was also frightened by this weird atmosphere. He couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and glanced at the mourning hall diagonally opposite as if he wasn't looking. go.

A cold wind came.

Silly Zhu suddenly felt his scalp numb.

There was a faint sound of footsteps behind him.

"call!"

A long sigh came out of his mouth.

But he didn't dare to look back.

Quegenxian told him that people have three fires, one on the head and one on each side of the shoulders. If he turns around, the fire on the shoulders will be extinguished.

Well done!

He couldn't help but quicken his pace.

I was in a hurry, confused, and it was dark and I couldn't see clearly. I didn't know whether my left foot was blocking the way of my right foot, or whether my right foot was delaying the pace of my left foot.

One didn't pay attention.

fell to the ground.

He heard a scream coming from behind.

A creepy feeling filled Shazhu's heart. A carp jumped up from the ground and rushed to his house in three steps and two steps. His hands and feet were rummaging through his pockets in a panic, eager to find the key.

Silly Zhu was really scared.

The divine book that predicts the fate of everyone in the courtyard has appeared, so the ghost of Jia Dongxu who died violently cannot appear.

The more panicked he became.

The more uncoordinated his hands and feet become.

The key was clearly in his hand, but he was still rummaging through his pockets over and over again, mumbling to himself.

"Who said that there are no gods or ghosts in this world, only hard-working and simple working people. Everything is illusory and untrue."

He was mumbling something about so and so again.

He took another book with a red cover out of his pocket and held it in his hand.

It must be because I have something in my hand.

Silly Zhu's frightened mood gradually calmed down a lot.

Only then did I realize that I was riding a donkey looking for a donkey, and the key was in my hand, so I asked for a bicycle.

He opened the lock with the key and moved his body from the courtyard into the house. The moment the door was closed, Silly Zhu found that his clothes were wet with sweat.

His body was weakly leaning on the door panel, and he was breathing heavily. After about thirty seconds, Shazhu dragged his heavy body to the water tank, scooped up half a ladle of cold water, and drank it in big gulps. got up.

It was as if a thousand pounds of weight had been lifted off his body.

A lot more relaxed.

Just calmed down a bit.

Yi Zhonghai's voice sounded at the door.

"Zhuzi, where are you in the house? I want to discuss something with you."

Silly Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He found that he had underestimated Yi Zhonghai, knowing that the two families had never been in contact with each other, but still rushing to get close to you.

It really made Silly Zhu sincerely admire him.

Think about it too.

He was the only cook in the courtyard. After Jia Dongxu's death, Yi Zhonghai would definitely help the Jia family arrange a few banquets.

Here he comes to give himself money again.

No matter how stupid you are, you know you can't go against money.

Silly Zhu agreed casually.

Yi Zhonghai opened the door and walked in.

Seeing that Silly Zhu was sweating profusely, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Zhuzi, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating all over? Change your clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold."

In words.

It's full of caring.

If he hadn't known what Yi Zhonghai was, he might have been deceived by Yi Zhonghai's illusory good-guy appearance.

"I heard that there was going to be a staff sports meeting in the factory. When I came back in the evening, I practiced long-distance running for a while." Silly Zhu didn't tell the truth that he was scared to death by Jia Dongxu's shed. He found an excuse and said In front of Yi Zhonghai, he briefly moved his hands and feet and asked, "What do you want from me?"

Using the honorific "you" for Yi Zhonghai is not to show respect for Yi Zhonghai, but is a habitual address for people in the old capital, just like the titles of "you" and "me" in other places, and "to care about the other person" Called Ye, it is a common title. Beggars who beg for food have to call them Ye.

"Zhuzi, have you seen everything about the Jia family?"

"I saw it." Silly Zhu deliberately said something sarcastic, "Aunt Jia also died young. She passed away suddenly without any illness or disaster. When I went to work in the morning, I saw that Aunt Jia was fine. It was the same as usual. Jia Dongxu is paralyzed again, and the Jia family is having a hard time."

Yi Zhonghai felt as if he had eaten a dead fly.

I don't know how to describe his mood at this time.

agreed.

Not good.

Talk bad.

Not bad.

"Zhu Zhu, it's not your Aunt Jia who's gone, it's Dongxu who's gone." Yi Zhonghai corrected Silly Zhu's wrong statement. At this critical moment when Jia Dongxu was about to die, he really didn't want to cause extra trouble and make the Jia Zhang family cause trouble in the courtyard. , "I have nothing else to do with you. Dongxu's funeral will be held tomorrow. Your Aunt Jia doesn't want Dongxu to leave so quietly. We plan to set up a few tables in the courtyard and invite the neighbors and colleagues to sit down and see them off. I’ll give it to Dongxu, I’ve already bought the vegetables, come over and tell you.”

"Master, I understand what you mean, cooking, right?"

"Yes, yes, cooking."

"Don't worry about this. We are a cook, so we can't be vague about cooking." Silly Zhu changed his tone, "I just don't know how much remuneration the Jia family plans to give me?"

Silly Zhu felt that he was so stupid.

Help you with your work.

You get paid.

This is a matter of course.

When the lawsuit went to God, it was because Silly Zhu was justified. Just because he listened to Yi Zhonghai's nonsense about neighborhood friendship, he had been serving free banquets for the neighbors for many years.

Favors come easily from Zhonghai.

The hard work was paid by Shazhu.

"Zhuzhu, we are all neighbors. We help each other when we look down. It's not like you don't know the life of the Jia family. Once something happened to Dongxu, the whole burden of the Jia family fell on Qin Huairu. It is not easy for people to be orphaned and widowed. As neighbors, if we are able, we can help as much as we can. This is also a manifestation of the friendship between our neighbors. Today you help him, tomorrow he will help you, you say yes Isn’t that the truth?”

Yi Zhonghai felt that what he said made sense.