Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 613

The next day, after Yang Xiaotao came to the rolling mill, he learned about the situation in Yangjiazhuang from the phone. After Yang Dazhuang finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao could hear some sobs in his voice.

But this matter has been like this, he can only talk about it for the better.

After all, this is also the pride of Yangjiazhuang.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaotao felt heavy in his heart.

After all, they were all his students, so they were going to travel far away at such a young age.

Sitting at the desk, Yang Xiaotao was in a daze for a long time.

Finally, take out the thesis to continue to improve.

When it was time to get off work, Yang Xiaotao called Dean Deng, who sent someone to take the paper away, and then Yang Xiaotao went back to the courtyard and told Ran Qiuye about it.

After Ran Qiuye heard about it, she also felt uncomfortable.

Looking at Xiao Duanwu, if it wasn't for the fact that the child was too young, she would have thought she would be able to go to school now.

Yang Xiaotao saw Ran Qiuye's worry, so he had no choice but to comfort him.

"Children have to grow up, and young eagles have to face the wind and rain before they can fight in the sky."

"We should be happy for them."

Ran Qiuye nodded silently. She understood the truth, but she just couldn't react for a while.

Yang Xiaotao rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Didn't the great man say that this world belongs to you as well as ours, but in the end it's yours!"

"The meaning is obvious. Now it belongs to Laozi, in the future it will belong to son, and in the end it will belong to grandson!"

Ran Qiuye was amused by Yang Xiaotao's gag, "You're talking nonsense, what about grandson!"

"I'm not talking nonsense. When we get old and see our grandson grow up, it will be their world."

Ran Qiuye burst out laughing, and then the two of them had a conversation, and Ran Qiuye whispered, "I want to go back after a few days. It's been so long, don't let the students delay the class."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, "In two days, I'll take you back to the village. Anyway, there are a lot of aunts and aunts in the village, so we can save trouble by helping to look after the children."

"You will save effort."

The two talked and laughed and lay down to sleep.

In the next few days, Yang Xiaotao either took care of the children at home or went to work in the rolling mill.

Now the factory is on the right track. Although it is getting hotter every day, the enthusiasm of the workers is even stronger.

When they came to the workshop, it was a lively scene, everyone was sweating, and Yang Xiaotao was not immune to infection.

Work together, sweat together, and leave work together.

Back home is a different scene, Yang Xiaotao doesn't want to let go of Xiaoduanwu's cute appearance.

The old man in the courtyard said that the child should not be hugged all the time, he will get used to it after holding it for a long time, and if he wants to let it go, he will not be able to let it go.

Sure enough, what the old man said made sense.

In the past few days, Xiao Duanwu obviously doesn't want to go to bed, and even at night, he will fall asleep in his arms, crying as soon as he puts it down.

In order to work at night, Yang Xiaotao decided to reduce the number of times.

On Saturday, Yang Xiaotao got up early to go to work, and Ran Qiuye was at home looking after the children.

When passing by the front yard, I saw Yan Fugui sitting at the door stupefied, obviously he hadn't recovered from the blow of losing money.

Later, I heard that Yan Jiecheng and the young couple were fighting for independence and refused to pay the money, which made the couple not sleep well for the past few days.

Looking at Yan Fugui's appearance and thinking about what will happen in the future, Yang Xiaotao can only say that the roots have already been planted, it's just a day sooner or later.

After leaving the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao rode his bicycle to the rolling mill.

In the courtyard, the door of Jia's house was pushed open, and Jia Zhang came out clutching his head. He couldn't sleep because of a headache all night, so he got up early to do some activities, maybe he was tired and tired, and he could still catch up on his sleep.

Qin Huairu dressed neatly, drank a bowl of porridge in the morning, gave the rest to Banggen and Xiaodang, and saved his stomach to go to the rolling mill to eat.

"Mom, I'm going to work."

Passing by the door, I watched Jia Zhang hit the door with his head.

"Go, go, come back early in the evening."

"Understood, take care of Sophora japonica, don't pull your pants down."

"Understood, long-winded."

Jia Zhang's headache was severe, and she was impatient for a long time.

Qin Huairu hummed and walked out. When passing by the front yard, he glanced at Yan Fugui and smiled complacently. He told you not to be a human being and report that you have harmed many people in this family.

It is retribution.

With two braids curled up, Qin Huairu twisted her fat buttocks, and left along the entrance of the alley.

Behind him, Zhou Kui helped Liu Yuhua walk to the rolling mill.

Liu Yuhua calculates that the day is coming soon, but because of work needs, one extra penny will be paid for one extra day of work, and the couple will be taken care of when they are together.

In the back is Liu Haizhong and Liu Guangtian. Although the father and son don't work in Yiqian Factory, they go to work at the same time.

Watching the workers in the yard go out one by one, Yan Fugui sighed, went to the house, picked up the fishing rod, and rode away on his bicycle.

The courtyard quickly became deserted.

Jia's house, the door was pushed open, and stick legs stepped out.

In the house, Xiao Dang saw that the stick was about to go out, "Brother, where are you going?"

"Go out and play."

"I'm going."

"You take care of Sophora japonica, wait at home."

"I~"

Before Xiao Dang could finish speaking, Bang Jiao ran out.

Jia Zhang glanced at it, but didn't take it seriously, anyway, it was like this when he was a child.

The stick stem passed the Chuihua Gate and ran all the way out of the alley.

Just as Banggen left the gate, Yan Jiekuang showed his head from the house.

Over the past few days, in the eyes of the Yan family, the people in the courtyard have not changed at all.

No one was spending money lavishly, and the Jia family that was the focus of attention did not move, which gradually disappointed the members of the Yan family.

Now, even Yan Fugui recognizes him. The money is lost and cannot be found.

However, Yan Jiekuang was still not reconciled.

Because, after finding the money, he will give half of it.

It was this motivation that Yan Jiekuang kept his eyes on the stick.

Because he felt that this little thief was definitely him.

Carefully follow behind the stick, Yan Jiekuang walked while avoiding people, and soon saw the stick coming to the garbage collection place.

Yan Jiekuang was a little strange, so he watched carefully at the corner.

Stick came to the garbage place, looked at the processed garbage, and looked towards the place where he hid his money.

It was still the original brick, and the small sticky eyes looked carefully, and after finding nothing unusual, he looked around.

Pedestrians passing by ignored him. After all, there are many people who search for treasures in the garbage these days, and many children have done this job.

Stick carefully walked to the money hiding place, lowered his head, pulled out the turning head, and then reached out to touch it.

In an instant, Sticky's one eye widened suddenly, and he groped with his arm again, but there was still nothing.

"Who, who is!"

Stick stood up abruptly, and glanced around with one eye.

"Who stole my money?"

Stick Terrier and a wounded vicious dog yelled at the pedestrians around them.

People around didn't take it seriously, but Yan Jiekuang who was not far away frowned.

Thinking of something, I hurried home.

In the house, the three mothers are grieving.

There is no money at home, and there is no energy to go out.

"Mom, I found it, I found it."

Immediately, Yan Jiekuang was heard running back and yelling at him.

"What are you shouting for? It's killing me."

"Mom, just now I saw the stick rummaging through the trash can, and when I couldn't find it, I started cursing."

The third mother didn't take it seriously, "He rummages through the trash if he likes, so what does he do?"

"No, Mom, did Sticky Steal the money and hide it?"

After hearing her son's words, the third mother finally realized it.

"You mean, the stick hides money?"

"Mom, I, I just saw that he couldn't find it, and he was swearing."

"Call your brother, let's go!"

The three moms put on their shoes and hurried out.

At this moment, BangGong stood rummaging through the trash, his eyes were full of anger.

You obviously hid the money here, why is it gone?

So much money.

The stick doesn't care if it's dirty, just lie on it and look for it.

"Whose money is this?"

Suddenly, someone yelled, Stick stood up in a jerk, and shouted without thinking, "It's mine, it's mine."

As he spoke, he ran towards the speaker, stopped after taking only two steps, and looked at Yan Jiefang with a smirk on his face.

"You, what are you doing?"

Bang Geng backed away, but he didn't want Yan Jiekuang to rush up directly, and saved Bang Geng with a bear hug.

Bang Geng had ghosts in his mind, and in this situation he wanted to run away even more, and then pushed Yan Jiekuang away with all his strength, and was about to run into the yard.

Facing Yan Jiekuang, Bang Geng has a physical advantage under the feeding of Sha Zhu these years, but facing Yan Jiefang who is a few years older, he is no match at all.

In an instant, Yan Jiefang caught up with him, raised his leg and kicked the stick on the back, and kicked the stick on the garbage dump.

Then the two brothers went up and pressed the stick down, each with one arm.

"Let me go, you shit, let me go."

"I killed you. Let me go."

The stick terrier struggled and howled.

The two Yan Jiefang brothers didn't care at all, and the third mother on the side stared at the stick in resentment.

"Jia Geng, tell me, where did you put the stolen money?"

"What stolen money? I don't know, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Help, bullying children, killing people."

The stick shouted loudly, and the whole alley was full of shouts.

Gradually, someone came to ask about the situation, and the three mothers directly explained the matter clearly.

Many people have no doubts when they heard that Bangjie stole and hid money. After all, this kid is famous for his dirty hands and feet.

"Don't say yes, go, go to the police station."

The third mother knew that she couldn't procrastinate at this moment. If Yan Fugui was at home, she could still take her to find Jia Zhang, but she herself was self-aware and definitely not Jia Zhang's opponent.

Simply, send it directly to the police station and let the police handle it.

In the yard, Jia Zhang felt sleepy, and finally stopped knocking on the door.

I was about to go back to the house to catch up on sleep, but when I heard the commotion outside, I felt refreshed for a moment.

Hurry up and go outside to see what's going on.

Since the last time he criticized and educated Xu Damao, Jia Zhang has found his strengths.

That kind of swearing, that feeling of being fully fired, is so comfortable, even my head doesn't hurt too much.

Quickly ran out of the yard and came to the entrance of the alley, and saw a group of people pointing there.

At this time, as Jia Zhang came out, a group of people had dispersed.

Mrs. Jia Zhang hurriedly stopped the Seventh Aunt in the next alley to ask what was going on. The Seventh Aunt who was stopped looked at Jia Zhang and said with a sneer, "It's nothing. I just caught a thief and sent him to the police station."

When Jia Zhang heard this, she was very disappointed, and then said viciously, "What kind of thief? If you catch him, you should criticize him first, and wake him up severely, so that you can receive a profound education."

Seventh Aunt smiled like a fool, and then interrupted Jia Zhang's anger, "Jia Zhang, that little thief is your grandson, Jia Geng."

"what?"

"What?"

Jia Zhang was stunned on the spot, but Seventh Aunt didn't want to talk to her, she turned and went back to her yard.

"A stick? A stick!"

Jia Zhang howled and ran along the road to the police station.

No matter what, you can't let the sticks be sent to the police station.

At the gate of the police station, the closer the stick got, the more frightened it became.

The legs were no longer bent, and Yan Jiefang and his brothers were allowed to pull them. At the same time, they were struggling hard, trying to break free, shouting 'let me go, let me go'.

Seeing this, the third mother felt that she hadn't run away.

A few people dragged themselves to the gate of the police station, and soon the police came out. After asking about the situation, they frowned when they saw the stick limp on the ground, and asked someone to invite them in.

Not far away, Mrs. Jia Zhang watched several people enter the police station, and stiffened her footsteps.

The police station was her nightmare, even looking at it gave her a headache.

Gritting her teeth, Jia Zhang scolded the Yan family for being a bunch of bastards in her heart.

Panicked, he hurried to the rolling mill.

(End of this chapter)