Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 50

There is a meeting in the courtyard, so dinner can only be simpler.

Stewed eggs in milk.

This is a new way of eating invented by Wang Weidong.

Take out two cartons of classic milk from the ring warehouse, and cut the opening.

Pouring milk into black iron pan, sitting on coal stove.

While the milk is boiling, beat two poached eggs.

Soon, the poached eggs with milk will be ready.

The house is filled with a rich milk fragrance.

Fragrant!
Of course, milk cartons are thrown into the ring storage.

When the accumulation is enough, it will be burned in the boiler room of the factory.

So as not to cause trouble for later generations of archaeologists.

Since there was still a fragrant smell outside, Wang Weidong didn't open the door, so he could only enjoy the food alone.

The hot milk is very comfortable in the stomach.

Take another bite of the smooth and tender poached egg, and the fragrance of the egg yolk penetrates the taste buds and bursts out in the mouth.

It's delicious!

Soon a bowl of poached eggs with milk was swallowed.

After a brief wash, Wang Weidong put on a thick padded jacket and walked towards the middle courtyard.

At this time, it was already severe winter, the ground was frosty and frozen, and there was a "click" sound when stepping on it.

At this time, a large group of people had gathered in the middle court, and everyone was talking about the feces war against Jia's family.

"The Jia family suffered a great loss this time."

"That's right. When I got off work, I took a peek. Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang were shoveling pig manure outside with bowls and plates."

"Hey, tonight's conference, we probably need our help again."

Wang Weidong also squeezed into the crowd.

In the middle is a table for the Eight Immortals and three long benches.

The first elder Yi Zhonghai sat in the middle, the second elder Liu Haizhong was next to him, and the third elder Yan Bugui was not there.

Standing in front were members of the Jia family, Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang's body exuded fragrance.

Jia Xudong couldn't move and was carried out.

I didn't see the stick stem, so I don't know where it went.

Next to him, Silly Zhu looked at Qin Huairu with pity.

Seeing that Yan Bugui hadn't come yet, Yi Zhonghai caught a glimpse of Yan Jiecheng among the crowd.

"Xie Cheng, there's a meeting, hurry back and call your dad."

Yan Jiecheng scratched his head: "Master, my dad seems to be sick today, and he always lies on the bed and sighs."

Yi Zhonghai glared at him, and said in a stern tone, "This is a meeting. Your father is the third uncle, so he will come even if he is sick!"

Yan Jiecheng could only trot all the way, ran home and called Yan Bugui.

After a long time, everyone shrunk their necks from the cold, and Yan Bugui walked over listlessly.

"Third Master, did you steal someone's house last night? Look at the black eye sockets, it looks like the giant panda on the calendar." Xu Damao joked.

Yan Bugui ignored him, just glanced at Wang Weidong next to him, and swayed into the crowd.

"Old Yan, I'll just wait for you." Yi Zhonghai stood up and pointed to the chair next to him.

The three stewards gathered together, and the meeting began.

Liu Haizhong, an official fan, was the first to speak. He first loudly talked about the general policy in the newspaper news, and then he talked about the courtyard's emphasis on unity.

Then I asked the uncle to speak.

The old man looked angry, and slapped the table with his palms: "Shame! Jia's family was poured manure into the Nanshi Commune. This is the shame of our courtyard. What does this mean? It shows that our courtyard is too disunited! I manage the courtyard so bad I haven’t encountered such a thing in a few years. We must unite and help the Jia family fight against the Nanshi Commune.”

Good guy, one word unites the two, this is to tie the courtyard house and the Jia family together.

The uncle is really good at moral kidnapping.

Before he finished speaking, Xu Damao muttered in a voice that most people could hear: "It's none of your business, it's the stick who stole other people's children and beat them, which caused trouble. He said that Jia's family should report to the police station, but they probably dare not!"

This sentence was also agreed by the onlookers.

"That's right, the big guy from Nanshi Commune cried when he talked about his son being beaten."

"I think the Jia family is too unreasonable."

"The Jia family is afraid to call the police and steal things, but the fence will be closed."

"That's right, they have a feces war, what do we have? How can we fight with them?"

"Didn't you hear that the big man said that the pig manure pipe was enough before he left? I don't want to sleep in the manure pit."

When Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu heard the discussion, their faces turned blue, and they wanted to refute, but they opened their mouths, but they didn't make a sound.

Cursing secretly in my heart: Damn Xu Damao, I wish you to be divorced by the Lou family and have no children and grandchildren!

Jia Xudong was lying on the door panel, screaming again and again: "Oh, I really can't live through this day!"

The second uncle was overjoyed when he saw the first uncle was deflated, and said with a straight face: "Old Yi, you are the chief manager, and you keep your promises. Before the matter is clear, it is not appropriate to jump to conclusions."

"I think it's better to listen to the Jia family's explanation first, and then make a decision before it's too late."

As he spoke, he looked at Qin Huairu.

The corners of Qin Huairu's eyes were rosy, her small nose twitched slightly, and her pitiful look suddenly turned up.

She burst into tears: "Gentlemen, this is how it happened"

Of course, the version told by Qin Huairu is very different from the version seen by Wang Weidong.

But she didn't dare to deny the fact that Sticky Steals stationery from her classmates.

After all, the third master Yan Bugui is the teacher of Hongxing Primary School, and if he asks Teacher Ran at the school tomorrow, he will give up.

Qin Huairu could only keep crying and complaining that Jiajiaqiong had three children to raise, an old grandmother, and a man who was paralyzed in bed.

Jiazhang lowered her fat head and ears, and said nothing.

Jia Xudong lay on the door panel and started moaning non-stop.

Although Qin Huairu described the stick's behavior as "taking", in the eyes of everyone in the courtyard, there was no difference.

This time, Qin Huairu's performance did not win everyone's sympathy.

Over the years, they have also been "taken" a lot of things by the sticks, but they are afraid of being in the name of bullying the weak, so they keep silent.

Seeing that the situation is out of control, the uncle also knows that the "dung war" is not easy to deal with, so he can only settle for the next best thing.

Standing up, with a face of benevolence and morality:
“As the saying goes, close neighbors are worse than distant relatives.

Everyone needs care sometimes.

Now the Jia family is in trouble.

As neighbors for so many years, we should help each other.

Let's do this, everyone will help the Jia family raise some money to tide over the difficulties. "

After finishing speaking, the uncle winked at Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu's eyes were slightly red, she brushed her hair, and said in a trembling voice, "I know everyone is not rich, so I, Qin Huairu, will definitely return the money in the future."

"Poor our Jia family, being persecuted by that bully, there is no way out! Grandpa, aunt, brother and sister, you are all Bodhisattva-hearted, please help!"

Like. It's so similar!
Whether it's expression or tone, Qin Huairu interprets the white-haired girl to perfection.

Alas, she was born in the wrong age. If she was placed in later generations, she would at least be a big internet celebrity.

If you really want to bring the goods, as long as you call "little brother", the sales will definitely increase.

Even the ability to suppress tax evaders.

Wang Weidong hid himself in the crowd, slandering him in his heart.

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Sure enough, they were raising money again, and everyone lowered their heads one after another.

Over the years, the Jia family has borrowed money from them a lot, but they have never paid it back.

Aunt Wang curled her lips: "Last year, I lent the Jia family thirty-two cents, and I still haven't paid it back."

Aunt Liu sneered and said, "Last month, for my son's birthday, my family steamed a box of zenger cakes, and in a blink of an eye I borrowed half of the box."

Sister Ma spat out: "My old horse just got paid, and before I got home, half of it was borrowed by this fox."

The old man's heart trembled.

what is it today?
Why are you so disobedient?

He first set his sights on Yan Bugui, hoping that he, a cultural person, could donate a penny to start a good start.

Yan Bugui was sad about "losing" 11 yuan and one cent, so he couldn't care about Jia's family.

The uncle can only cast his eyes on Sha Zhu.

Silly Zhu saw Qin Huairu's aggrieved appearance, and his heart ached for a long time.

But he touched his pocket.

I have no money, and I still owe the deaf old lady 30 yuan.

Moreover, Jia Xudong's immortality made him see no hope of taking over.

Silly Zhu stared at his toes, pretending he didn't see it.

"Brother, Sister Qin is such a good person, just help her." He Xiaoyu whispered beside her.

Seeing that even Sha Zhu was unwilling to help Qin Huairu, the elder yelled in his heart that something was wrong.

The life and death of the Jia family came second.

If things go on like this, where is the majesty?
The chief steward's seat is not guaranteed!
The uncle let out a long sigh, and said righteously: "Forget it, since everyone is unwilling to contribute money, I will go to Baishi Commune tomorrow and meet Wang Gangzhu for a while."

Everyone looked sideways at each other, even Wang Weidong looked at Yi Haizhong suspiciously.

Uncle, did you take the wrong medicine today?
The uncle felt a little proud of the admiring gaze.

It's just a meeting, as for the result, it doesn't really matter.

At this moment, Sha Zhu stepped forward and asked in surprise, "Wang Gangzhu from Nanshi Commune, that big bald head?"

(End of this chapter)