Nostalgia: Starting from the Siheyuan

Chapter 2

Unfortunately, there are no peanuts.

Otherwise, he will never stop getting drunk.

Peanuts and Erguotou are a perfect match!

"Bangganer, what did mother teach you? You have to teach uncle. Without his help, can we live better than other people in the yard? And mother, without the help of Shazhu, we can eat white flour and steamed buns every day. " Qin Huairu said loudly.From the corner of my eye, I looked through the window from time to time to see the silly Zhu sitting on the threshold drinking.

The sound was so loud that even in the yard, everyone watching the excitement could hear it.

"Qin Huairu, I think you just want to marry him. I'm dead. Look at the spiritual tablet in the house. Are you worthy of the dead father?"

The old woman roared hoarsely.

With difficulty, he got up from the bed, placed the spiritual tablet in front of Qin Huairu, and asked her to look at it carefully.

Stickyong hid aside, quietly picked up the broken bowl from the table, drank the gruel, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Mom, it's impossible for me and Shazhu. I have three children, and you are my elder. How could I fall in love with him?" Qin Huairu's voice was as small as a mosquito.

In the room, he spoke slowly.

But what she didn't know was that outside the house, the people watching the excitement were all staring at Shazhu as if they were watching rare animals.

This person in this courtyard is not worthy of even a basic name.

There was lightning and thunder.

A bright lightning flashed across the darkening night, shining like daylight, and clearly attracted Sha Zhu's eyes.

And a personal figure, reflected in the dark room.

Qin Huairu, the old woman, and the three children looked out of the house in surprise.

"What are you looking for? There's something interesting about it. Hurry up and leave." Qin Huairu opened the curtain and drove away the crowd of onlookers, with a pair of almond eyes and red lips.He stared blankly at the silly Zhu who was sitting on the threshold drinking.

There was silence in the air.

Even the sound of a needle falling to the ground can be heard.

Xu Damao put his arms around Lou Xiao'e's waist, walked up to Sha Zhu, and showed off.

"Silly Zhu, you old bachelor, you will be a bachelor for the rest of your life."

Lou Xiaoe tugged at the corner of Xu Damao's clothes.

He looked hesitantly at Silly Zhu who was drinking quietly.

He led Xu Damao into the somewhat dilapidated door.

He whispered, "Why do you need to sprinkle salt on the wound?"

"Those are all his own faults, dare to be presumptuous in front of me. He deserves it."

The sound of piercing the air echoed in the courtyard, even the people who left stopped their steps and sighed helplessly.into their respective doors.

On the threshold, a figure kept pouring Erguotou down its throat, filling the nostrils with spicy wine.

When a matter is known by everyone in the courtyard, even if Sha Zhu is willing to help their family again, he will think about it.

Is it worth it?
"No more, I want to move half a bag of stick noodles in his house to our house. I don't want to drink porridge anymore, I want to eat white flour steamed buns. My sister is hungry and thin."

Qin Huairu hugged the stick in his arms distressedly, weeping silently.

"Do you know what those stick noodles are for? You, a silly child, just take them all away. You don't leave any for others." Qin Huairu cried bitterly.

"What else can I do, isn't it just to eat?" Bang Gener said impatiently.

The old woman just lay down and turned her head to stare at Qin Huairu.

"What do we care about him, as long as we take care of ourselves, he has nothing to do with us. Good grandson, don't you think so?"

Sticker nodded,

"That's the ration for He Yushui, silly Zhu for a few days, why don't you know it's good?"

Qin Huairu glared at the old woman and said.

"He Yushui, what does it have to do with us? He's a money loser. I don't know how to find someone to marry. What kind of books are you studying?" the old woman muttered to herself.

Gradually a little tired, in the dark, slowly fell asleep.

Outside the house, Silly Zhu, looking at the sobs and weeping in the house, maybe, Qin Huairu is a good mother, but not a good husband, and he doesn't want to inherit the obsession of his predecessor.

Perhaps it was out of kindness to help this white-eyed wolf-like family.

Perhaps it was because she really had a crush on Qin Huairu at a certain moment, but after that, it had nothing to do with him.

Just because he didn't want to be an out-of-this-world idiot.

If it weren't for the contact with Lou Xiao'e that night, he might really be out of business.

What's more, the grid created by the constraints of the courtyard's favor is not even good enough to recognize his son basically, which is what he doesn't want to see anymore.

It is clear that the acquaintance is still in front of your eyes, but you are still thousands of miles away.Looking tired.

The last drop of Erguotou flowed into the parched chest.

With a warm body and a slightly shaky figure, he opened the door curtain, walked into the house, and inserted the door bolt tightly, after confirming.Silly lying on the bed.

Gradually fell into a dream.

In this world, Qin Huairu is not the only woman, there are many virtuous and good girls who need him to understand and get in touch with.

The rooster crowing at six or seven o'clock in the morning broke the tranquility of the night. In the noisy daytime, with the black smoke emitted from the chimney of the rolling mill, it told Silly Zhu that it was time for him to cook for hundreds of employees.

Get up and put on his disgusting patch.He calmly fetched a basin of water from the yard.

Simply cleaned it up.

Passing by the supply and marketing cooperative in the alley, although the sparrow is small and complete, it is full of convenient living materials. In this era, every item is scarce.

Of course, there are also those who don't vote.But money is needed.

"Girl, buy a lock."

Silly Zhu took out a handful of change from his trousers, there were some small change, some were more, he weighed them carefully in his hand, and counted.

Eighty-seven cents.no more, no less!
It's not enough for one piece, barely enough for a catty of pork.But only enough for a meal.

Touching the back of his embarrassing head, where did all the money he earned all these years go.

The predecessor was also a prodigal son.

Earn a lot, but can't save.

The girl from the supply and marketing cooperative squinted at her, a silly figure covered in patches.

He said casually, "Five cents."

From the shelf, he took out a lock and placed it on the glass counter, with his other hand stretched out in the air.

Waiting for Shazhu's checkout.

Don't underestimate the supply and marketing cooperatives in this era. Everyone here has a background. Otherwise, she could enter the supply and marketing cooperative system in this era of scarce goods.

Silly, with a painful look on his face.But for his own future, he still took out five cents and put them in the girl's hands.

It's so expensive!
If you are not in charge of the house, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are, so you go to the roadside to eat a bowl of chaos, which costs only two cents, and you also get pickles and two deep-fried dough sticks.

But this little lock would cost him his meal money.

Silly Zhu picked up the lock and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Turn around and walk into the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)