Siheyuan: I am the neighbor of Silly Zhu

Chapter 93 What is the ability to make the pretty widow fall in love
"This kind of thing can let people know." Li Bin made a gesture and rushed towards the entrance of the alley on his bicycle.

Gradually disappear.

Xu Dongqing was on the road. When passing by a vendor, she bought some fried dough sticks and soy milk and walked towards the courtyard.

The morning sun, over the roof, shone on the roof, shining!
When Liu Lan got up, the meal was ready, and she saw the fried dough sticks and soybean milk in Xu Dongqing's hand.
"There is a mother-in-law cooking at home, why do you still buy fried dough sticks?" Liu Lan took the fried dough sticks in her hand and said cautiously.

"Last night, didn't you see that you were too tired? Did you want to let you rest for a while?"

Xu Dongqing explained.

Liu Lan blushed.I remembered the madness of last night.

It's really embarrassing.

Shyly clenched her small fist and tapped Xu Dongqing's shoulder.

"Let you talk about it."

He unreasonably arranged the fried dough sticks on a plate, and grabbed a chopstick of pickled vegetables from the pickled vegetable jar, and placed them in front of Xu Dongqing along with the soy milk.

The morning sun was exceptionally bright.

The rolling mill is on holiday today, Xu Dongqing and Liu Lan watched and ate quietly.

"Sister Lan, do you like sewing machines? Do you know the phonograph?"

Based on his knowledge of the black market, an old sow weighing three to four hundred catties can be exchanged for three or five industrial tickets, plus all the money. The market for gramophone tickets is far less popular than bicycle tickets.

Who listens to music at night.

Except for Lao Cai, the landlord, and the former capitalists, there is only one theme activity at night, which is beating peas, or sitting in the yard and chatting when the weather improves.

Bicycles are a status symbol!

The phonograph, except for listening to it at home, it is useless to let people know that you bought it at home.

Liu Lan opened her eyes wide and looked at Xu Dongqing.

"Sewing machine, you can get tickets, the key is money, it's not cheap." Liu Lan was a little moved.

These days, there is only one purpose pursued by every household, and that is to be able to make things by themselves, and never spend half a cent of wronged money on goods.

"You don't have to worry about that." Xu Dongqing waved his hand.

"Sewing machine, usually buy some cloth, you can make it yourself, and if your pants are torn, you can also sew them yourself."

Everything about Liu Lan is practical.As for recreational cultural activities, she doesn't have any extravagant expectations. If she can eat enough and dress well, then she is satisfied with everything.

If not, she would not be afraid of the gossip outside and think of Xu Dongqing wholeheartedly.

As long as Xu Dongqing didn't kick her away, she would foolishly follow Xu Dongqing.

After eating two deep-fried dough sticks, through the window, I saw sticks in the yard, secretly holding a branch to tease the stray dogs outside.

Qin Huairu was still washing her clothes.

Yi Zhonghai walked to Qin Huairu's side with a dignified face.

"Huairu, the old lady told you last night, right?"

Qin Huairu turned around and looked at Yi Zhonghai, who was tall and burly behind him, with deep, teasing eyes and gray hair.He is a grade [-] worker in a rolling mill.

A month's salary is 99 yuan.

There are not many in the entire rolling mill.

But he took a look at Xu Dongqing's room.Liu Lan and him were eating quietly around the table.

Shaking her head with a wry smile: "Master, if you have any agreement with Mrs. Zhang, it is a matter between you and I will not interfere, but if it is about me, she has no right to manage it."

Yi Zhonghai was a little angry, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He said kindly, "Qin Huairu, it's not easy for you to take care of three children by yourself. Why are you so obsessed with obsession? With the help of a grandpa, you can live a little easier, isn't it good?"

Not much sound.

Every sentence makes sense!

Qin Huairu shook his head when he thought about the price he wanted to pay.

"Master, will you give me all of your monthly salary, more than 99 yuan?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at Qin Huairu who was a little eloquent with his deep eyes.

Pretty widow, twist braid, floral cloth.

She is exceptionally juicy, but her heart is a bit dark.Still thinking about all his salary, then he should go drink the Northwest Wind, and how to explain it to the aunt.

Will the days to come be long?
If he really couldn't work anymore, would Qin Huairu still help him?

Take care of him.

Leave everything alone.

"Qin Huairu, your request is too much. Where is your mother, I am not easy to deal with." Yi Zhonghai explained.

Insatiable!

He is even darker than the old godly woman.

This is Qin Huairu's first impression of Yi Zhonghai!

"That's nothing to talk about. Please go back." Qin Huairu smiled slightly.

Shui Ling's eyeballs looked at Xu Dongqing's room.

It would be better if they could catch Xu Dongqing's pigtails, so why bother them.

Eat and drink well.

Xu Dongqing was sitting on the sofa, looking at the Dream of Red Mansions in his hand, while Liu Lan was virtuously cleaning up the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks, sneaking a peek at Xu Dongqing from time to time, who was fascinated by reading.

After Liu Lan packed up.

Xu Dongqing glanced at the time, it was almost time.

"Sister Lan, at noon, cook a little more, I'll come over and make up for it." Qin Huairu directly opened the curtain and said to Liu Lan.

Xu Dongqing covered the book cover of A Dream of Red Mansions in her hand.

"Qin Huairu, you've got me determined." Xu Dongqing looked at the pretty widow playfully.

"How is it possible?" Qin Huairu walked to Liu Lan's side, whispered, leaving Xu Dongqing aside, some things were full of calculations.

Is it bad?
What's more, what Xu Dongqing wants most is the ghost of people's hearts. If the sincerity is relative to the sincerity, Xu Dongqing will naturally agree with it.

But if it is hypocrisy.

No matter how beautiful the pretty widow was, Xu Dongqing would only take a look at her at most, and would not take action.

How many trials.

How could Qin Huairu not know what Xu Dongqing was worried about?
Xu Dongqing didn't care about their chatting, opened the curtain, and walked directly out of the courtyard.

"Where are you going, Dongqing?" Liu Lan looked at Xu Dongqing who was leaving, and said with some reluctance.

"Walking around."

Xu Dongqing rode a bicycle and wandered out of the courtyard. The God of War in the courtyard, Shazhu, and the real villain Xu Damao stared at Xu Dongqing's back with gloomy expressions.

Nima?

"Isn't it just a broken worker in the rolling mill? Who isn't it? Why does Qin Huairu keep asking him for help instead of Sha Zhu and herself?"

Xu Damao didn't understand.

If he goes to the countryside to show movies, although his salary is about the same as Xu Dongqing's, he still has a lot of things in his hands. Not only does he have money to earn, but the enthusiastic villagers will also send him some souvenirs in his pockets. Woolen cloth?
Chicken, duck, potatoes, cabbage.
If it is said that in the courtyard, apart from the uncle who has the highest salary, Xu Damao is the only one who can be counted. As for Shazhu, even though he is a cook, he can at most bring some leftovers home.

Who wants to eat leftovers when there is food to eat?

It was because of Qin Huairu's family situation that he would always miss Shazhu's lunch box. If it was him, it would be no different.

What can Xu Dongqing do?
(End of this chapter)