People in the courtyard: starting from the canteen director

"You feel better?"

"Nowadays, people rely on your family's property to make money, occupy your wife, beat your daughter

"Shouldn't you ask for some interest back?"

Hearing this, He Yongqiang's face turned green.

This makes sense.

His position began to waver.

Seeing the change in the other party's expression, Yan Bugui struck while the iron was hot and said, "You don't want too much."

"I want that black bamboo picture."

"Uncle will give you 1000 yuan."

"There are two hundred catties of coarse grains."

"Add some sweet potatoes."

"It's enough for your family to survive this difficulty."

At this time, Xu Huizhi next to her was terrified.

What a broken painting.

Is it worth that much? !

She hurriedly said, "Yongqiang! Are you a stickler?"

"I think what Uncle Yan said makes sense."

"He came all the way from the city."

"He's here to help our family."

"You think about it."

"If you think you are thin-skinned and have no face to talk to Xu Huizhen, that's up to me."

He Yongqiang couldn't hold back when he heard his wife's words.

There is really nothing at home.

It is impossible for my wife and three children to suffer with me.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Huizhi, what are you doing?!"

"I am the head of the family."

"Outside matters, I will take care of them."

"I can't let you dig wild vegetables every day and starve yourself."

"Yes, Uncle Yan."

"I will go all out and go to the city."

"Look at Jingli, and talk to Xu Huizhen by the way."

"Try to get the painting back."

"However, this painting has a lot of history."

"When our old man was still alive, someone bought it from him for one thousand and five."

Yan Bugui was happy, and said, "We can discuss the price."

"You get the painting first."

"We can talk slowly."

"Guaranteed to satisfy you."

"Come on, Chunfen, Lixia, you two children come here."

"Uncle, I have some sesame candy here, take it and eat it."

Grabbing a handful of sesame candy from He Daqing from his pocket, Yan Bugui called the two little girls over to eat

He Chunfen and He Lixia were a little timid and didn't dare to take things from strangers.

Xu Huizhi said, "Take it, Grandpa Yan also has good intentions."

The two yellow-haired girls suddenly cheered.

I took the candy and peeled it off and put it in my mouth, just like Chinese New Year.

Yan Bugui said, "Look at these two children."

"As thin as a stick."

"Yongqiang, you are a father, you are responsible."

He Yongqiang was extremely embarrassed.

This old bastard, which pot can't be opened and which pot can be lifted.

Nowadays, all the children in the village are like this, not just their family.

He Yongqiang stood up slowly.

Then go outside.

Said, "Uncle Yan, let's go to the city right away."

"It will probably arrive by noon."

Yan Bugui was overjoyed.

As long as He Yongqiang is willing to come forward.

That's half the matter.

Because He Daqing said it.

Xu Huizhen's biggest weakness is soft-heartedness.

Typical Madonna.

As long as He Yongqiang speaks up, make such a fuss with her.

Xu Hui really had to hand over the things obediently, even if she was reluctant, there was nothing she could do.

After all, this authentic work of Su Shi did not belong to her in the first place.

Before marrying He Yongqiang, Xu Huizhen went to the tavern to help, a bit like a child bride, and her status was quite humble.

Yan Bugui said, "Okay, then let's go."

"Uncle will give you five yuan for a ride."

"Let's meet at the tavern at noon."

He Yongqiang was quite face-saving, and said, "No need, I have the fare."

Yan Bugui didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and directly stuffed a steelworker in He Yongqiang's hand.

How could Yan Laoxi work so hard?

Unprecedented generosity?

Mainly because.

He Daqing promised.

If it's done.

Give this surname Yan 200 yuan as a favor fee.

It's not in vain for him to make a trip.

Seeing this situation, Xu Huizhi spoke again, and said, "Yongqiang, I am at home.

"You don't have to worry about the children."

"If you don't get it done."

"Don't come back."

He Daqing could hear clearly from outside.

Good guy, Xu Huizhen, this cousin, is simply a god assist.

All of a sudden, He Yongqiang was cornered.

Can only succeed, not fail.

Similar to the situation of Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru, there are mistakes in the TV series. Xu Huizhen and Xu Huizhi are not cousins, but cousins. It can be seen from the names that they are both of the Hui generation.

On Qin Jingru's side, she was simply the daughter of Qin Huairu's third uncle. It was clear at a glance how her seniority was.

He Yongqiang felt helpless when he heard his wife's words.

It seems that there is really nothing.

For the rations of the family.

I can only really have a good talk with Xu Hui.

Work for a while.

Both came out.

He Daqing also left early and returned to the fork road to wait for Yan Bugui.

in this matter.

He Daqing didn't want to see He Yongqiang.

There's no need for that either.

Just get the painting.

After meeting Yan Bugui, he rode his bicycle back to the city while talking about what happened just now on the road

Yan Bugui said, "Uncle He, I think this can be done."

"Everyone, Xu Huizhi, has spoken."

"The painting must be obtained."

"It's almost forcing He Yongqiang to issue a military order."

He Daqing hummed and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's best to get things done today."

"Again."

"It's up to you to come forward."

"Don't expose me."

"It's time to trade money and food."

"Let He Yongqiang go to the courtyard."

Yan Bugui replied, "Understood!"

"I promise to do what you want."

"Given the real relationship between you and Xu Hui, it's really inconvenient to show up."

"In order not to turn against each other in time."

noon.

One o'clock like this.

After eating and drinking enough, He Yongqiang broke into the tavern.

In order to meet his ex-wife, He Yongqiang also drank a little wine, the wine is so cowardly.

Yan Bugui himself didn't show up, but made an appointment with He Yongqiang to wait for him at the corner of the street. He Daqing, as usual, listened outside the courtyard wall.

Unsurprisingly.