Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

The deaf old lady turned to Zhang Xingwang who was drinking and said:

"Xingwang, I heard your eldest son has never been married..."

Zhang Xingwang was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Looking at the seemingly honest Sha Zhu, he imagined his compassionate and face-saving character, and quickly dispelled this thought.

I told the old lady that I was a little drunk, and then I ran home. After entering the house, I saw my elder sister struggling with the sewing machine. I felt tired. I couldn't figure out who Luo Zhenghao was, and how he could make my heartless elder sister wait for so long...

The next morning, Zhang Xingwang went to the Ministry of Culture. After all, it was a big deal for the leader to ask him to report on his work. He sorted out the documents in his hands. It was Director Qi who asked his colleagues to sort them out for him. After all, he had not done any serious work in the street office for so long.

After taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and walked in.

"Xiao Zhang, how is your work going recently? Are there any difficulties?"

Zhang Xingwang was puzzled when he saw his leader smiling like Director Qi. He looked at the leader's face carefully and found the problem.

Director Liu has grown a short tuft of hair on his head. Although it looks a bit untidy with its curls, he no longer needs support from both sides.

Looking at Director Liu's hairstyle, he began to think carefully, trying to figure out if he had any other difficulties. As for the documents in his hand, he just put them under his butt.

After a long time, Zhang Xingwang looked at Director Liu, whose smile had become a little stiff, and said helplessly:

"Leader, I really can't think of any difficulties..."

After hearing this, Director Liu waved his hand and said with a smile:

"It's okay. Go back and think about it slowly. When you've made up your mind, come to me. The main reason I asked you to come this time is because of the secret recipe you used last time. It turns out that only those who use it know it."

Looking at Director Liu's already standing up hair, it's true that Mr. Zhang's medicine is expensive for a reason. Although his profession is a bit crooked, the efficacy of his medicine has never disappointed anyone.

After Director Liu noticed Zhang Xingwang's gaze, he proudly stroked his new hairstyle, but his hairline had moved back a little, making him look a little older.

Although this hairstyle doesn't match the whole face, it has a future. With this hairstyle, your voice can be three times louder in a meeting, and everyone will know you are a leader without you having to say a word when you go out.

Director Liu, who looked 50% uglier because of his new hairstyle, said to Zhang Xingwang with a smug look on his face:

"Xiao Zhang, I was right about you. Professional things should be done by professionals. You, a handsome young man, are just like me when I was young. You are also a professional in hairstyle. When I was young, my hairstyle was..."

After nagging for a long time, seeing that Zhang Xingwang had no tact at all, he coughed dryly and continued:

"I have an old comrade-in-arms. Although he doesn't look good, I can't just watch him get bald. Besides, when he doesn't have hair, he hopes to have it. When he has it, he always wants more..."

After listening for a while, Zhang Xingwang felt that his ideological awareness needed to be improved, so he immediately said:

"Don't worry, Director. I'll buy some in a while. You know the secret recipe..."

As expected, Director Liu showed an expression of "as expected" after hearing this, and said:

"I'm afraid your secret recipe is not cheap. It seems that you paid a lot for me last time. I won't let you pay for it this time. It doesn't make sense."

As he spoke, he took out a bill from the drawer, handed it to Zhang Xingwang, and then said:

"Don't feel burdened. If it really doesn't work, one person's portion will do. After all, my comrade can still hold on for another year or so, and it doesn't matter if his old face has a few hairs..."

Zhang Xingwang took the bill in a daze, glanced at it, and immediately continued Director Liu's words:

"Don't worry, leader. You have solved such a big problem for me. Even if it rains knives from the sky, the medicine will be delivered to you in a few days."

"Look at what you said. How can this be called solving problems? Young people have bad memories. I just said that when you have figured out any problems, you can come to me..."

After saying goodbye to Director Liu, who liked to make people think of difficulties, Zhang Xingwang looked at the bicycle ticket in his hand and thought it would be nice to have an extra bicycle at home.

At least I won't have to accept other people's weird looks when I go back to the village. After all, people who push bicycles on the road don't look very smart. It's a problem that my elder sister hasn't learned it yet, and it's a waste of her energy...

At noon, everyone saw Zhang Xingwang pushing a diagonal bike back. No one in the yard reacted. The only one who was very curious, Yan Bugui, did not come forward to talk to him. Now, as long as his daughter-in-law is not around, Yan Bugui usually does not show up in front of Zhang Xingwang...

It was different for family members. In the morning, Wang Xiulan watched her son put the bicycle back home.

Now looking at the brand new permanent slash in front of him, he pulled Zhang Xingwang and asked:

"Xingwang, this car?"

"I bought it. My boss gave me a ticket as a reward after listening to my work report."

"The Street Office still offers this kind of treatment? Your second brother-in-law said Director Wang was borrowing cars everywhere a few days ago."

"Mom, you are confused. I am not from the street office."

"Don't you work at the street office? Why did you change your unit again? You are stupid. That's a cadre position. But your unit is pretty good, and you can get a reward of bus tickets."

"Um...just think of me as working at the Street Office. Anyway, I will be back at the Street Office in a few days."

"You've been talking for so long, but I still feel confused...

Why is your class such a mess? I have a headache. How about tonight..."

"Mom, have you forgotten that Fourth Sister cooks dinner now? It's not a good idea for a grown man like me to always go into the kitchen. Besides, cooking requires a lot of practice. Ruonan is so smart, if she follows the recipe, she will probably be better than you in no time."

"Don't mention it. I used to think that the fourth girl was quite good at studying, but now it seems that she is not so good..."

At night, at the Shazhu family...

"Silly brother, you really didn't cook for me?"

"Sister, look at Zhang Xingwang's house. In the past, it was his sister who cleaned the room, and now it is his sister who does the cooking. You are a grown-up girl now, so your brother won't have to cook for you. You should at least help clean the house..."

"Brother, you weren't like this before. Anyway, if you didn't buy me a bicycle, I wouldn't clean the house for you..."

"If you don't clean the house for me, I won't cook for you. The bicycle is related to your brother's problem of finding a partner. Why are you so ignorant now?

It turns out that girls need to compare. Look at your classmates, they are fine even without bicycles, and they go home to cook for their brothers after school..."

He Yushui, who was so irritated by Sha Zhu that he began to doubt his life, said as he cleaned the house:

"Okay, I'll clean up the house, but if you don't buy me a bicycle, I'll never let you go."

"I'll buy you a bicycle ticket when I can get one."

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