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

However, Zhang Xingwang was very satisfied with the other things. This time, there were 230 kilograms of rice alone. According to Brother Curly, these were all the remaining special supplies. It seemed that the eldest brother's strength was really amazing. He could get so many things in one day.

Ginseng, on the other hand, is not available. Curly-haired brother even said righteously that he couldn't cheat his brother. The ones he had were only three to five years old. Not only did his brother look down on them, but what if he gave them to his brother and he thought that his family had no strength...

After that, he took out a thick stack of bills and asked the brother what he wanted...

Seeing that the other party was so good at handling things, he kept the four most expensive first-class wine tickets, thought about the stubborn girl, and took the remaining two and a half kilograms of oil and 65 feet of cloth. Curly-haired brother was really smart. I was wondering why he didn't have tickets for these two items, but he bought them for me directly.

Curly-haired brother laughed so hard that his eyes almost opened. He tried to sell the tiger-skin coat again and then started to happily count the bills.

While counting the bills, he said that the quilt was on the kang in the inner room. It was a thick quilt with ten kilograms of cotton, and it was made by his three daughters-in-law who had been busy all day long.

This sentence directly broke the defense of Zhang Xingwang, who was full of joy, and asked in disbelief:

"Three wives?"

Curly-haired brother chuckled and raised his eyebrows and replied:

"Brother, why are you so sour? What's the matter? Otherwise, I would know that you and I are of the same mind. Don't keep the wine from last time. Gentlemen should be ruthless whether they are on the kang or off the kang. My eldest brother just didn't listen to advice, and all his wives ran away..."

Curly-haired brother took the money and left happily, but Zhang Xingwang's mind was still a mess. He felt that he had failed, and at the same time, the words of his good brother suddenly popped up in his mind. He had Brother Tong's protection, and in this era of lack of food and clothing, couldn't he have some ideas? What if Brother Tong saw how hard he worked and paid special attention to him, and gave him an outrageous skill...

After finishing the YY, I feel that the old saying is still right: if you want to make a living, you must follow the right person, no matter if it is your own Brother Qi or the other party’s big brother, only by following such a big brother can you have a future.

Don’t be like some people who go hungry for nine meals out of three days and treat picking up a worm as if it’s Chinese New Year…

After tidying up the space and seeing that half of the money was gone, Zhang Xingwang finally experienced the joy of being rich.

He went out from the back door Curly mentioned, looked around to see that there was no one, and then quickly trotted away.

Two hours later, Curly came back to the house with his younger brother. He asked his younger brother to clean up while muttering to himself:

"This brother is really a picky person. This time he is just a little bit short. The task that Brother Dong has left is too difficult. This brother doesn't like the tiger skin. Is it a problem of style? After all, this brother is from another place, and his aesthetic taste is definitely different from that of the locals..."

After thinking for a while, he said to the younger brother who was cleaning:

"Hey, you go out and ask around tomorrow and find a skilled craftsman to see if you can make the tiger-skin coat look newer..."

Zhang Xingwang was now at the doorstep of the stubborn girl's house. After hesitating for a moment, he finally climbed over the wall and went in. Otherwise, what if he was mistaken for an enemy spy in the dark?

He ran to the window, knocked on it, and shouted twice in a low voice.

Followed by exclamations in the room and the sound of people getting up in a hurry.

The mother and daughter opened the door with an oil lamp. Zhang Xingwang did not go into the inner room. Although the old aunt's first sentence was that the sister was still young, Zhang Xingwang knew that at least they had to avoid suspicion. It was not appropriate to go there so late at night.

"Brother, why are you here so late at night? Is something wrong?"

Seeing the girl looking around nervously, Zhang Xingwang twitched his mouth and replied unhappily:

"Can't you just wish me well? I'm just sending some things over here, but it's not appropriate to do it in broad daylight. It's also troublesome to worry about you, an orphan and a widow."

After saying that, amid the exclamations of the mother and daughter, he pretended to carry a quilt from the courtyard gate, stopped the two people who wanted to help him, and went out again, returning with oil and cloth.

After telling the two men to stop making a fuss, he ran over again and returned with a sika deer head and two chickens.

But this time Zhang Xingwang miscalculated. The mother and daughter didn't show any horror reaction when they saw the bloody deer head. They both swallowed their saliva. It seemed that they hadn't seen meat for a long time...

The old lady still felt that Zhang Xingwang wanted to put the things here temporarily, so she said that she would definitely help hide them and would stay at home from now on.

After hearing Zhang Xingwang's mouth twitch and reiterating that it was for the two of them, the old aunt made up her mind again and told him not to worry, that all these things were for her daughter to eat, and she would never touch them herself, and she promised to keep her daughter well and give her new clothes tomorrow...

The stubborn girl didn't say anything polite. She turned to the old lady and said that she could eat whatever her brother gave her except the deer head, as the pot at home was not even half as big as the old lady's face.

Zhang Xingwang could only accept his fate and went out again, contributing the Third Master's copper pot...

Although the light from the oil lamp was too dim at night, he still saw the girl's new pendant.

The stubborn girl looked at Zhang Xingwang's eyes and shyly took out the pendant from her neck. There was an empty bullet shell hanging on a new red rope. Then she put it back in solemnly and smiled shyly at Zhang Xingwang.

Zhang Xingwang took out a piece of paper from his pocket, handed it to the old lady and said:

"Aunt, I have to leave tomorrow. This is my home address. When my sister goes to school, you can write to me if you have any questions."

"Okay, Auntie will accept it. Juan'er can go to school tomorrow. The girl was so happy that she was still confused when she fell asleep just now."

The mother and daughter watched Zhang Xingwang disappear into the night. The old aunt quickly locked the door, and the mother and daughter began to hide things in the house. The old aunt said jokingly:

"Juan'er, it's good that you can think positively. When your brother left last year, you cried all the way back from the train station. You were listless for more than ten days. I think you should just talk to him clearly..."

After hearing this, the stubborn sister stopped what she was doing, touched the empty shell on her chest, and replied with a relaxed look:

"This time is different. As long as I'm obedient and study hard, he will definitely come back to find me."

After that, he continued with a frustrated look:

"If only I had been born a few years earlier, it would be troublesome for my brother if I followed him now. When I grow up a little bit..."

"Your brother is a good man. You should be content to have a brother who loves you so much. Anyway, you have been stubborn since you were a child, and mom can't control you. Wait until you go to school and have an education before following your brother. You must listen to me on this point. Mom has a job now, so you don't need to worry about her..."

"Mom, look at what you said. Although you picked me up, I don't like what you said..."

Zhang Xingwang groped his way back to the guesthouse in the dark and spent a long time negotiating with the lady at the front desk. It took him two handfuls of melon seeds of time before he finally convinced her that he just liked to stroll around and went to the pigeon market.

After declining the elder sister's proposal to introduce a date to me, I lay down in my room listlessly...