People in the courtyard: starting from the canteen director

However, he also refused to touch the things dug out of the ground.

There is still a bottom line.

Net worth is already so high.

There is no need to touch these taboo things.

However, maybe it will be useful in the future.

He took a deep look at the mountain temple in the darkness.

Then, slipped away from the other direction.

While speeding on the road.

He Daqing's routine communication system lottery draw.

The system prompted, "Drip! Congratulations to the host for winning the lottery! You have won [-] catties of carrots!"

He Daqing was speechless.

Carrots are worthless at any time.

However, it is the favorite of the common people in Sijiu City.

The locals are easy to satisfy, and they don’t have high material requirements for life. They are usually satisfied with corn bread

Big pickled radish is good, but small pickled radish is even better.

Anyway, this ten thousand catties of radishes.

There must be a market.

And it’s also good to pickle and eat by yourself.

The price is a bit cheap, but better than nothing.

Who let himself earn enough today.

Could it be that the system thinks that my old man has eaten too much fish and meat, so he specially arranges radishes to relieve his tiredness.

That's probably it.

Soon.

He Daqing returned to Zhang Laoqi's house again.

When he was lying on the kang.

Uncle Stick and the others are still a long way from the village.

Not everyone is like He Daqing, who has the strength of a master, and his body skills are comparable to those who have practiced light kung fu for decades.

It is not so convenient to walk at night with a torch.

Always be careful where you step.

With the door closed, he lay on the kang for a while.

He Daqing still didn't fall asleep.

He has this problem, he admits to the kang when he sleeps.

It's hard to get used to not being at home.

So, he simply got up and made himself two glasses of chilled red wine.

I feel much more comfortable after drinking it.

at this time.

It was nearly one o'clock.

He Daqing immediately heard footsteps coming from outside, and several people were walking towards this side.

After a few minutes.

I heard Uncle Stick, talking to Zhang Laoqi's wife, "'Auntie, Mr. He from the city, didn't he go somewhere?"

Zhang Laoqi's wife replied, "I was drinking at home before."

"Pour our old man into mud."

"He's taking a break now, too."

"Just sleep in Cuifen's room."

"I saw him come into the house with my own eyes."

Uncle Sticky said, "That's fine, it's all right."

"To disturb auntie to rest."

"Remember, don't tell anyone about it."

"We didn't come tonight."

Zhang Laoqi's wife replied, "Don't worry."

"Auntie's mouth is tight."

Then, these people pushed open the door and left.

He Daqing's hearing.

How sharp that is.

Listen to all this conversation.

He (okay) felt a little upset.

Good guy!These little bastards.

Uncle also doubted.

I'm afraid my uncle will spoil your good deeds.

In this case.

Then don't be polite to you.

Find an opportunity another day.

Get rid of those antiques buried in the mountain temple.

After all, it's worth a few small goals.

Later it was handed over to Guo Jia.

Anyway.

That depends on Uncle's mood.

He Daqing thought of this.

Suddenly he sneered.

OK, that's how it should be done.

It is best to leave a few jars of cow dung in place when digging up antiques.

When the time comes, I promise to make these Captain Mojin dumbfounded.

but.

He Daqing is not in a hurry about this matter.

Another day when I'm bored.

Come here alone again.

Not even into the village.

Unwittingly.

According to He Daqing's estimate.

That batch of antiques was more than the dozens he had seen in the vegetable cellar.

Instead, there are several large boxes.

It is not surprising that there are hundreds of pieces.

That value is ridiculously high.

No one can be moved.

After thinking about it, He Daqing gradually fell asleep.

04:30am.

Qin Jingru ran to tell him to hold it.

The two rode their bicycles back to the city together.

Chapter 517 Take Xu Meiting to the movies! [From the novel group 9 *8 0 '2 0 "5 8; 5 6 ([-]) 】

Back to the rolling mill.

It is already eight o'clock in the morning.

It's okay to be a little late.

Anyway, no one called He Daqing's attendance.

Look at the calendar.

It's Saturday.

Tomorrow is Sunday.

He remembered it clearly.

Had to go to a meeting of the Philatelic Society.

I don't know which big coffee I will meet.

What valuable treasures will you receive?

Think about it and have a little expectation.

There will be no meeting today.

He Daqing asked someone to bring some professional books over.

Put it in the office in the morning.

While drinking tea, learn business at the same time.

At noon, I quietly drew another ink painting.

Go to the workshop in the afternoon.

Wander around at the grassroots level to grasp first-hand production data.

down all day.

It's been quite fulfilling.

In the evening, there is a party.

until nine o'clock.

He Daqing just returned to the courtyard.

He lit a cigarette and took two puffs.

He suddenly remembered one thing.

Xu Damao was confessed before.

Let Xu Meiting every Saturday night.

Accompany him in the object.

The main reason is that there are too many things, and I actually forgot.

He Daqing rode his tricycle again and came to Nanluoguxiang.