Siheyuan: After Hu Qinhuairu was cut off, I lay flat

"Yes, come in quickly, I'll be waiting for you."

Yan Bugui came out of the house cheerfully, still holding the child in his arms.

"Where are the three mothers?"

Li Wuwei saw that there was no one in the main room, the furniture in Yan Bugui's room was much older than that of Jia's, it was estimated that it had been used for several generations and had not been replaced.

"Take the kids out for a walk."

Yan Bugui didn't say clearly, isn't this because you asked me to grow potted potatoes? The soil outside Dongzhimen is only fertile, so I went to dig the soil for you.

"Well, giving Jiedi to me won't affect your writing."

Li Wuwei brought the little girl over, it wasn't the first time, he didn't recognize her.

"Giggle!"

Little Yan Jiedi stretched out her small hand to touch his chin, she has good eyesight, she can tell who is handsome at such a young age.

It's a pity that this little girl will become disabled after she grows up, probably because she didn't keep up with her nutrition.

Of the four children in the Yan family, only the eldest, Yan Jiecheng, was okay, who was born early, and lived the life of an only child for several years.

Now Yan Bugui had already spread red paper on the table, and asked, "What slogan do you want to write?"

"It's simple, you write a sentence first, clear the warehouse at the end of the season, and sell it at a low price!"

Li Wuwei hugged the child, took out an orange from his pocket, peeled it open and fed it to little Yan Jiedi.

"Hey, where did you get the oranges? They are still fresh."

Yan Bugui was stunned. Fruits are a rarity. The cheapest ones cost [-] cents a catty, and the expensive ones cost several cents. Wouldn’t it be good to buy stick noodles? The key is that there is no such season!

"This is Chunjian, a southern variety. In spring, the fruit is still on the tree. It blooms and bears fruit at the same time, and the flowers and fruits sit together."

Li Wuwei babbled a lot, but it wasn't impossible to buy oranges, just like sweet potatoes, they could be stored for the winter.

"It's better for you to have a better life. Just look at me and write."

Yan Bugui is also greedy for oranges, but he can't compete with his daughter for food.

Li Wuwei took out another orange and handed it over.

"That's good, the third master must have written it for you."

Yan Bugui only felt that his whole body was full of energy, and Li Wuwei would search for it, and he didn't care about the oranges that others got from there, he just took advantage of it.

"Eat, eat more!"

Little Yan Zhaodi was so beautiful that she could speak coherently, and she would call her mother before.

Most of the children nowadays develop late, some don't speak until they are three years old, and there are many who can't speak after one year old.

"Call me brother!"

Li Wuwei teased the younger sister, don't grow up and become disrespectful, at least he once milked him with oranges.

"father!"

Little Yan Jiedi pouted, and said something trembling.

Li Wuwei was stunned for a moment, this can't be shouted indiscriminately, the friendship between him and the third mother is pure.

Suddenly, I thought of the unborn stick of the old Jia family. Now there is nothing stupid to steal. I am really greedy, will I admit that the thief is my father?

Well, he cut off Brother Dongxu's daughter-in-law, so let's keep his son!

"It's brother!"

"Dad, eat!"

Little Yan Jiedi's IQ can't keep up.

Li Wuwei shook his head, then fed a piece of orange.

Yan Bugui didn't care when he listened by the side. He still had confidence in his daughter-in-law, the third mother.

"It's finished, Li Wuwei, what else do you want to write?"

"You are writing about a store closing down and only selling it for three days! Then two days, one day, morning, afternoon, and last night, and returning for three days, two days...

Continue to write, decoration and upgrade, opening tomorrow! "

Yan Bugui was stunned, the more he listened to it, the more he felt something was wrong. This is very Li Wuwei, exuding an immoral atmosphere, who are you fooling, and giving people such a bad idea slogan.

"Third Master, don't be dazed, keep writing, there will be more later."

Li Wuwei lifted little Yan Jiedi high and touched his forehead again.

"Okay, don't worry, the red paper is enough!"

Yan Bugui wiped his forehead, stabilized his hand holding the brush, and continued writing.

In the end, after writing a large pile of red paper, Yan Bugui felt that his soul had been washed and his whole body was sublimated.

Fortunately, he doesn't buy things in the store, so he can't post your slogan every day, and he can't make people jump in anger.

"Li Wuwei, who did you give the idea for?"

"I don't know either. It was Qin Huairu's relatives who asked him to help. The one who arranged for her younger brother to live. He is a capable person, so I'll follow along. You can understand."

Li Wuwei felt that many people in the yard could work for them, and Dongxu's wife was already learning how to make underpants with a sewing machine.

In addition, Jia Zhang's cloth shoe craftsmanship is top-notch, and he only found out yesterday that Erniang Sun is also a cloth shoe expert, and that even Da Mao's daughter-in-law can order her to run errands...

Maxima is common, but Bole is rare, but coincidentally, he is a born Bole, a horse shepherd.

Chapter 130 Fan Jinyou Returns to Poverty and Asks Li Wuwei for Help

On Monday morning, at 08:30, Li Wuwei pushed his bicycle to the middle courtyard with a white noodle in his mouth, and had to go to work on the street for a day.

It's acceptable to take a six-day break last week, who made him so good.

"Old Cai, I'm busy."

He took off the white flour and pinched it in his hand, and just ate it dryly, and the fine grains were also ~choking.

"It's almost ready, let's go out and pedal three rounds after drying."

Cai Quanwu is drying the quilt cover. Yesterday, all the things in the house were washed. The spring sun was not enough, so they were not dried. Let's continue to dry them today.

"Okay, I have to go first."

Li Wuwei looked at the clothes, quilts and so on that circled half a circle in the middle courtyard. Silly Zhu washed from early morning to mid-afternoon yesterday and only finished his work. Confucianism can be taught.

In a blink of an eye, they reached the street, and as soon as they entered the door, Wang Qinian was pulled back.

"What's wrong?"

As Li Wuwei said, he passed a cigarette over, but he didn't smoke himself. This is about to sow seeds, so give him a quit first.

"As for your matter, I mentioned it to the director. The director really took care of us. On Thursday, he arranged for Fan Jinyou to have a private courtyard with a rent of 27 yuan for six rooms."

Wang Qinian felt that if he hadn't had to save money to marry a wife, he would have lived in such a nice courtyard.

"Yes! Fan Jin has a salary of 37 yuan, and there is still [-] yuan and [-] cents left. There are only two people in his family, and it is enough to bring an old lady, which exceeds the standard of five yuan per person."

Li Wuwei didn't expect things to go so smoothly, allowing Fan Jinyou to live a life of renting slaves ahead of schedule.

"Isn't it? Fan Jinyou is so happy that he can't speak. People are quite bored these days. I guess it's because we are afraid that we will be jealous and want to laugh but dare not laugh."

Wang Qinian had already seen through everything, he just wanted to be jealous, so he didn't take any money to rent it.

"He's lucky!"

Li Wuwei sighed, it was late, and he didn't talk too much, and then went to the accounting room to settle the accounts, the old rules, leaning on the chair, legs on the desk, and a cup of tea beside him.

Turning sideways to pick up the account and looking at it like this, Jiajia sounded again in my mind, return to zero...

Because of my experience, I finished the calculation in just over an hour, and I was ready to leave after the job was over.

"Li Wuwei, wait a minute. I'll give you another five yuan in salary. I guess you'll be busy for a while. You come to the street every Monday, and you don't have to spend the whole day. You can leave when you're done."

Director Li took the account book and once again lamented that this is really a talent. There are so many accounts that can be calculated. You can finish it in more than an hour. If you are like you, many people will be laid off!

"That's a good feeling!"

Li Wuwei knew that he couldn't hide, and that extra money was a fortune, which was a real legal income.

"Okay, you go to eat quickly, and take good care of your illness."

Director Li happily took the bill and wrote the work report. Recently, he often showed his face in the district, saying that his work was well done, with zero mistakes!

"okay!"

When he came out of the office, he happened to meet Fan Jinyou with a numb face.

"What's wrong with you, lost your soul?"

Li Wuwei greeted him with a smile, there is no bitterness and hatred here, just like getting along well with a few brothers in the courtyard.

"It's Officer Li!"

Fan Jinyou came back to his senses, suddenly had an idea, and hurriedly said: "Officer Li, can we chat for a while, come to your office."

"Okay! It's not time for dinner yet."

Li Wuwei didn't know this person very well, he just met each other often. Among the official cadres in the street, he had the best relationship with Wang Qinian, mainly because Brother Qinian had a brighter heart, similar to him.

Then I went back to the accountant's office, and it happened that the tea hadn't been finished yet, so there was no need to clean it up, there was a special cleaner on the street, who served tea and poured water.

If he hadn't been able to finish work early, he could drink tea and read the newspaper in the afternoon, so he came to the right place.

"Officer Fan, if you have anything to say, just say it. I'm a person who is most anxious and righteous, and willing to help."

Li Wuwei didn't smoke, and Fan Jin had a poor family, so he didn't dare to have this hobby of burning money.

Fan Jinyou sat there, and said with some embarrassment: "It's like this, you were not on the street last Thursday.

I don't know who the director listened to. I wanted to improve my housing, so I rented a small courtyard for me. The courtyard is very good, a single family, but the rent is too high, 27 yuan a month.

Water, electricity, coal, etc. all cost money. There is an old lady in my family, and I work alone. I rent this courtyard, and I can't live on.

Director Li, you know how to settle accounts. Can you help me talk to the director about the situation and return the lease of the yard? I don’t dare to tell my mother now, and I haven’t moved in yet. "

Li Wuwei hasn't seen the lease bill yet, and now the weekly account is for the grain station, and the street account is due on the second of each month.