Siheyuan: I became a truck driver

Everyone had already smelled the fragrance and looked at the table filled with sumptuous dishes, and began to praise them.

Xiao Yun also echoed the voice.

At the dinner table, a bunch of them were chatting about various things. Xiao Yun couldn't join in the conversation, so he ate and drank in silence.

The dinner ended earlier than expected, before twelve o'clock, and everyone was ready to leave.

The same is true for Xiao Yun.

At the dinner table, Xiao Yun noticed that the big boss kept coughing. If he were an ordinary person, he would definitely take out his own water and offer it to him immediately.

But the big leader is not an ordinary person, he has a noble status, so we must be cautious about such matters.

On the way back, Xiao Yun asked the driver.

"Comrade, I see the leader is coughing badly. What is wrong with the leader? I know a few doctors. I'm not familiar with them, but they are very skilled. I can recommend them to the leader."

Xiao Wang concentrated on driving, smiled and did not agree, "Thank you for your kindness, but the leader did not let me be responsible for this matter."

Xiao Wang laughed it off and changed the subject.

Xiao Yun also understood the meaning, so he nodded and did not continue to ask. For a leader of this status, the more he rushed forward, the more suspicious he would be.

I have said this much, how could Xiao Wang not understand the meaning.

But he still said this, clearly not wanting anyone to know about his leader's illness.

Seeing Xiao Yun remain silent, Xiao Wang took the initiative to speak, with a slightly apologetic tone, "Director Xiao, the meal ended early, and I didn't have time to pick up your wife..."

"It doesn't matter. Let's go to Quanjude and buy some ready-made food." Xiao Yun said casually.

Xiao Wang nodded.

While driving on the road and passing by Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant, he stepped on the brakes and stopped on the side waiting for Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun shopped very quickly. He directly bought a roast duck and some duck frames, packed them up, and got back in the car in no time.

Outside the alley of the courtyard, the two said goodbye, and Xiao Yun walked towards the courtyard carrying the roast duck.

It was lunch time, so Su Ming gave up the idea of ​​cooking.

The roast duck is rolled in spring rolls, which are filled with some shredded green onions, cucumber strips, and shredded cabbage. When you take a bite, your mouth is filled with fragrance.

Su Ming's eyes lit up immediately, and he ate a lot more than usual during the whole meal.

...

At this time, on a street corner outside a state-owned store, a middle-aged man in a black and brown cotton jacket was staring at the store entrance with a sly look in his eyes.

The man had stubble at the corners of his mouth and a long scar running from top to bottom on his face, which looked extremely scary.

This man was none other than Scar Brother. He had been released from prison yesterday. He first went home to look after his elderly parents, and then immediately went to the state-owned store to wait for Su Ming.

Yan Bugui's cultural level is average, but he is considered a scholar in prison, especially compared with those uneducated prisoners. After his description, Su Ming has become the goddess of those prisoners.

Scar Brother was particularly concerned about it, so after returning home for a while, he couldn't wait to come over and try his luck.

It's just that he was unlucky and didn't meet Su Ming.

A Mudan cigarette burned out, he threw it on the ground, stomped on it twice with his feet, then shrank his clothes and walked into the store.

At this time, there were only Sister Li and Ma Xia in the store. When they saw the visitor, they subconsciously started to ask.

Brother Dao raised his head and glanced at the two people at the counter, feeling somewhat disappointed. Sister Li was a generation older than he was, so naturally he looked down upon her, and she did not fit the description given by Yan Bugui.

As for Ma Xia, it is possible. If it is true, this old guy Yan Bugui is a bit of false propaganda.

Scar didn't guess directly, but put it into practice directly, "Comrade, are you married?"

Ma Xia was stunned, not understanding what Scar wanted to do, and quickly shook her head, "No."

As Ma Xia finished speaking, Scar's mouth curled up slightly.

After eliminating all the people in the state-owned store, he immediately confirmed that the person he was looking for was not there.

Scar walked around a bit and came to the counter. He lowered his head and pretended to choose cigarettes while asking casually, "I said, there are only two of you working? Can you handle it? I saw three people working in other places."

Sister Li didn't have any ulterior motives, so she said, "There are three of us too, but one of us has asked for leave. Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, just chatting." Scar looked calm, "Give me some Peony."

"Five cents."

Scar Brother rummaged through his pocket for some money, picked up a cigarette and left the store.

Only then did Ma Xia dare to speak in a low voice: "Sister Li, why do I think this man doesn't look like a good person?"

"Okay, stop guessing. Good guy or bad guy, it has nothing to do with us. I'm afraid we'll never meet him in this lifetime." Sister Li said as she lowered her head to write the note.

Ma Xia said "oh" and didn't say anything, but the scene of Scar speaking kept replaying in her mind.

I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine.

She had no evidence, it was all just intuition.

……

In the compound, at Qin Huairu's home, Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru were sitting face to face on the bed, with some change scattered on the bed.

"That's all. It's not enough to just spend money without making money. I'm in trouble now, so I have to hurry to work at the steel mill. Otherwise, if it's too late, the job might be replaced."

Qin Huairu spoke worriedly.

In contrast, Qin Jingru seemed much calmer. "Sister, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but how could you do such a thing? I don't even dare to go back to the village now, for fear that people will ask about you. I don't know how to go back."

"Besides, you're going to be criticized by the people at the steel mill if you go to work now. Why don't you listen to me and wait for a while until everyone forgets about this, and then go."

Faced with Qin Jingru's dissuasion, Qin Huairu shook her head. She had made up her mind to go to work.

Now Jia Dongxu is dead, He Yuzhu has remarried, and even Xu Damao, who exchanged his body for relief, has been arrested.

She didn't dare to think about what would happen to her after she spent all the money.

She adjusted her mood, looked at Qin Jingru, and said, "Jingru, you are still young. If you have nothing to do in the future, don't go back to the village. Just stay in the city. I will find a man for you, and then you can transfer your household registration here. In the future, you will also be a city dweller."

"Besides, your aunt is in jail. Once I go to work, there will be no one to take care of the three children at home. You should stay here and help me."

Qin Jingru is not very old and has some expectations of having a city hukou, but the main reason is that life in the village is a bit hard.

It’s not that you can’t endure hardship, but after living a better life, it’s hard to lower your status.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Qin Jingru agreed.

Qin Huairu also breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't feel anything about helping Qin Jingru, but the main thing was not to let this girl go back and say nonsense.

If this matter were to get back to Qinjia Village, his father and mother would never be able to hold their heads up again.