Earn tens of billions in the era after binding the sycophant system

Chapter 16 Song Haiyang: I'm so happy, another day of being beaten

For the first time, everyone felt deep sympathy for this bully.

Who is hitting him with sweet potatoes in broad daylight?
Yesterday he was hit by a tomato, and today he was hit by a sweet potato again. Some people can't understand Song Haiyang and the gang of street kids, are they going to be dealt with?
Song Haiyang's family is well-off. He has been mischievous since he was a child, and he hated dogs. He was whipped by his father with a belt in the street, and he passed out without a word of begging for mercy.

But having said that, it's okay for his father to beat him up, but it's not okay for someone else to beat him up.

Someone on the street helped him up the motorcycle and said, "Go to the clinic and bandage it."

Song Haiyang put his head out for a long time before he dared to come out. Looking at the motorcycle that had been hit by sweet potatoes, he was really angry.

Who, who was full and kept hitting him?
Annoyed, he searched the street for a while but couldn't figure out where the sweet potatoes flew out, so he had no choice but to ride his motorcycle, go to the clinic to bandage his head, and then went to the post office to pick up the afternoon mail.

The leader said: "You hurt your head, go home and rest, it's okay to send the letter a day later."

"How can I do that? People are in a hurry to send letters. If I don't send them, I will definitely be scolded." Song Haiyang took the letter and put it in the pouch, hanging it on both sides of the motorcycle.

"Ocean, we have mail vans, it's safer to send mail by bicycle."

Looking at the whole country, which postman doesn't deliver letters by postal bicycle?Only Song Haiyang insisted on riding a motorcycle to deliver the letter.

"I don't ride a bicycle." Motorcycles are so draggy, can bicycles compare?
The leader watched him carry the mail bag and ride away on a motorcycle, and said with a smile: "This kid."

It's a mess, he has sent letters for the past two years, and he has never lost mail.

Xu Zishan returned home with vegetables, his father and two younger brothers were at home, the rural school had the same lunch as in the production team, and classes started at [-] o'clock in the afternoon.

Xu Yingjie asked, "Where's your mother?"

Xu Zishan put down the dishes and said, "She's still picking up work, some of them are in a hurry. I'll cook when I come back, and I'll send some to Mom later."

Helplessness appeared on Xu Yingjie's face, and Xu Zishan said, "Dad, don't worry, you'll be hurt for a hundred days, take care of yourself, and go back to work when you recover."

Xu Yingjie said to his two sons: "You help your sister light the fire, your sister doesn't know how to cook stoves."

"Try my handicrafts today!" She has seen a lot of business activities, and is most familiar with dishes. Even vegetarian dishes can make flowers.

A few people were talking, and the bicycle bell outside the gate rang "Dingling", and Hao Jianjun came back.

"Haven't you cooked yet?" He set up his bicycle, carrying a net bag, two enamel jars of leftovers, and four or five steamed buns, and walked towards Xu's house.

Xu Minghe went into the house with a "whoosh", faster than a mouse.

Xu Zishan keenly noticed that Xu Minghe's mood was wrong. To be honest, she didn't like picking up other people's leftovers. Even if there was meat in it, she would accept that she was incompetent.

In her previous life, her mother had surrounded her all her life, and she had never suffered at all. Later, she became the director of the president's office and lived a life of petty bourgeoisie.

In the past few days when she came to Xipu Town, the Xu family treated her well, she could eat enough, and she also had delicious food given by the system, and she resisted the leftovers they gave her in her heart.

Xu Yingjie was very happy, how many people are hungry, Hao Jianjun can bring meat, vegetables and steamed buns, this is a good neighbor, it's too late to be grateful, how can he be disgusted.

"Brother brought food again? I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, anyway, there's too much to cook in the cafeteria, and it's a waste if you don't eat." Hao Jianjun put down the things and said, "Shanshan, your father has bad legs and feet, and it's inconvenient to cook, let's make do with it!"

He smiled naturally, spoke beautifully, and delivered food to a neighbor under the sun on a hot day. No one had to be grateful.

Grandma Hu came to see what dishes Hao Jianjun had brought, and said enviously, "This steamed bun has really good hair, it's bright and white."

Xu Zishan looked at Xu Mingxuan, although the latter also said "Thank you, Uncle Hao", but the inferiority complex of being doled out made him feel ashamed.

There is a saying in Huaxia since ancient times, starving to death without eating the food that comes, is not to show aloofness, but that the spine cannot be broken, otherwise, no matter how you stand in this life, you will not be able to stand upright.

Thinking of the little brother who got into the room and couldn't come out, she always felt that something was going on inside.

"Uncle Hao, thank you! Hello neighbor, Sai Jinbao, you take care of our family, my parents have told me, you are really a warm-hearted person!"

She gave her a high hat very sincerely, "It's too hot, and the station is busy. Don't come back to deliver food to my house in the future. I can cook, and I will make lunch for my father and brother in the future."

The implication is, don't give away leftovers in the future, we don't need it.

Hao Jianjun smiled and said, "Okay! It's getting hotter and hotter, and I want to take a nap at noon, and I won't come back to deliver food in the future."

Grandma Hu actually wanted to take advantage of it, but everyone in the yard knew that the Xu family was in trouble. Hao Jianjun helped the Xu family and everyone could understand that Grandma Hu's son was an official in the city, so he really couldn't ask others to bring food.

Xu Zishan looked at Grandma Hu who couldn't hide her envy, so she took the leftovers from the two enamel jars and said to Grandma Hu, "Grandma Hu, don't cook when you are alone at home. If you want these meals, you can make do with them." Bar."

Grandma Hu immediately became happy, and pretended to decline, saying: "Hao Jianjun gave this to you, I'm so embarrassed to take it!"

"What's so embarrassing, it wasn't bought with money, you can take it if you need it."

Grandma Hu happily took away an enamel jar of leftovers and two steamed buns.

After Grandma Hu and Hao Jianjun had left, Xu Minghe also came out of the room, bowed his head and went outside.

"What are you doing?" Xu Yingjie shouted, "Light the fire for your sister."

Xu Minghe didn't speak but walked out with a gloomy face.

"Are you deaf? Don't eat today, go hungry for three meals and see if you are still angry!" Xu Yingjie was very annoyed at Xu Minghe's deafness, and if he could stand up, he would beat him with a stick.

Xu Zishan watched Xu Mingche walk out as if no one was around, and called out in a moderate voice: "Little brother!"

Xu Minghe stopped, his face gloomy.

"Can you help me dispose of these leftovers? My sister has a problem. She doesn't like to eat other people's leftovers."

When Xu Minghe heard her words, he looked up at his own sister.

Her eyes were calm, clear and cold, she was obviously expressionless, but he read the majestic and inviolable aura.

"it is good."

When Xu Minghe came back, he rudely picked up the remaining enamel jar of leftovers and a few steamed buns, turned his head and went out.

Xu Zishan felt that he was gnashing his teeth as he walked.

Xu Yingjie suddenly became anxious: "Shanshan, why did you ask him to dispose of it? You Uncle Hao brought it back specially. I opened the lid and looked, and there is a lot of meat inside."

Xu Zishan carefully half-closed the door, and said to Xu Yingjie with a smile: "Dad, I don't like to eat other people's leftovers. Are you not angry? Is it because I have a lot of problems?"

Seeing his daughter's coquettish tone, Xu Yingjie's heart immediately softened, and he said, "You live a good life in Baoducheng, and you definitely don't eat leftovers. Dad can understand, how can I blame you!"

"No, Dad, we also eat leftovers, but they are not given by others. Thank you Dad for understanding, I know that Dad is soft-hearted and loves his children the most."

Xu Zishan's tall hats were handed out one by one, so beautiful and natural, Xu Yingjie couldn't even speak out the words of reproach.

Xu Mingxuan glanced at her several times, he always felt that what this sister said was not the truth.

When she asked my younger brother to throw vegetables just now, he saw her. Her eyes were very cold at that time, like, like a senior cadre.

(End of this chapter)