I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 70 We can’t take away things
"Of course we need to find out what he borrowed the money for. If we pinch the root of it for him, won't life get back on track?"

Song Wu paused, and then continued: "Think about it, if Jia Dongxu can take care of his family well again, no matter how sad the life is, it will be better than now."

Song Wu really discovered that Qin Huairu had lost a lot of weight recently and was not as plump as before, which showed that life was indeed not easy.

Qin Huairu thought for a while, then raised her head to look at Song Wu and said to him: "Okay, but you have to help me. I don't know how to figure this out myself.

Song Wu thought he could help, so he didn't refuse, "Okay, I'll ask someone first to find out what Jia Dongxu has been up to recently."

At this time, the people who were looking for Liu Guangfu came back.

Really found it!
Looking at Liu Guangfu sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, he didn't seem to have suffered too many injuries like Liu Guangtian, but he was just a little bruised and swollen.Maybe it was because I stayed under the bridge for so long that I felt a little depressed.

As long as the person is not lost and can come back well, this matter is not a mess yet.

News came in the afternoon that Liu Guangtian finally woke up in the hospital.

The doctor stopped the bleeding and took care of all the wounds. There were no other major problems with him. He was just a little weak due to excessive blood loss and needed to be nursed back to health for a while.

What surprised Song Wu the most was that when it was almost lunch time, they actually pulled Liu Guangtian back.

Song Wu asked Si Zhu who was running before and after: "How did you get him back? Why don't you stay in the hospital for two more days of observation?"

Silly Zhu curled his lips. "The second uncle said that since there is no big problem, it is better to go home and take care of it. Nothing is convenient in the hospital."

Well, since their father has said so, what else can they say?

Song Wu had no time to care about Liu Haizhong's family affairs.

He was carrying his things and walking on the way to her house with Ran Qiuye, who was excited all the way. "Song Wu, you're carrying a lot." Ran Qiuye had a smile that couldn't be hidden on his face, but there was a tone of complaint in his mouth.

Song Wu prepared two fish and two bottles of Fenjiu.As a result, Ran Qiuye had already complained that he thought he took too much.

"When I go back to the door, I think it's quite appropriate."

Ran Qiuye said with a smile: "Just because of these two fishes, my mother won't be able to kick you out today."

What Ran Qiuye said was accurate, but it wasn't right either.

When we arrived at Ran's house, we were indeed not kicked out, but the whole family was in a bad mood.It seemed that the two bottles of wine and two fish that Song Wu carried didn't win him any face at all.

For Ran Qiuye suddenly leading Song Wu to the door, Ran's father and Ran's mother were a little unprepared.

Ran Qiuye blushed and introduced: "Dad, Mom, this is my partner Song Wu."

After all, I am an intellectual. No matter how upset I am, I still have to look good and be polite in dealing with others.

Originally, Song Wu had already prepared the draft.He thought about it in his mind, what should he say when asked about the situation at home later, and how he met Ran Qiuye?How are the feelings?How should I answer?

Unfortunately, things did not develop as he expected.Ran Qiuye's parents never asked him any questions at all.

Most of the time, Ran Qiuye was the one-man show, while the other three people sat there awkwardly with their eyes wide open.

Finally, Song Wu couldn't sit down any longer, so he said goodbye.As a result, Ran Ma put the things he had weighed into his hands again.

I also had a good word with him for the first time today. "If you still take the stuff, we can't take it away. If you keep it, I'll ask Ran Qiuye to send it back to you tomorrow."

Come on, Song Wu had no choice but to pick up his things and leave from Ran's house.

After coming out of Ran's house, Song Wu let out a sigh of relief.

Today's favor is really a failure.The Ran family's attitude towards him is too obvious. I guess Ran Qiuye won't have any more thoughts in the future, right?
He had almost no communication with Ran's father and mother today except Ran's mother asking him to carry things away.

Under normal circumstances, if someone's daughter's partner comes to visit, wouldn't there be endless questions?But when he got here, no one was interested in asking him anything.

Song Wu estimated that if he came to greet Ran's parents in advance this time, they would definitely not agree.

Ran Qiuye was planning to send Song Wu off just now, but in the end he couldn't come out of the courtyard gate at all.

Song Wu didn't have many thoughts in his heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief, having completed the task for Ran Qiuye.In this case, let everyone understand that it is better to be good friends in the future.

After returning home, Song Wu didn't think too much about his experience at Ran's house.I couldn't sleep for a while, so I simply sat in the cubicle I had decorated as a small study room, took out the electronic technology book I just bought, and read it seriously.

His small study room is very well decorated.He was initially hesitant as to whether this small cubicle should be used as another bedroom or as a study room, but after finally thinking about it, he decided to turn it into a study room.

In order to decorate this small room, he made several trips to several trust stores in the city.In the end, not only did I buy the desks and bookshelves that I could use, but I also bought a lot of furniture with the small huanghuali and sandalwood items that I had originally looked at.There are some less conspicuous ones that he has placed in the house for use.Some of the designs that were too gorgeous were stored in the space.When I was reading, I saw that at 10:30, Song Wu turned off the lights and went to bed.

The next morning, the postman Xiao Meng, who had not been seen for a while, came to Song Wu's car repair shop with a new stamp album.

"Brother Song, look, I finally sorted out the newly released stamps for you and brought them over." He handed the stamp album in his hand to Song Wu like a treasure.

Song Wu took it and opened it to read.

There were about a dozen stamps inside.

"These are all newly released this year, including the special 30 issued at the beginning of the year. These pictures are about steel production. Look, here, these pictures are about the bumper harvest." Xiao Meng enthusiastically introduced them to Song Wu one by one.

Song Wu nodded. He looked at each stamp carefully, and combined with the current background of the times, he always felt that these stamps were really interesting. If you really save some of these stamps, they would be really commemorative.

"Brother Song, National Day commemorative stamps will probably be issued during the National Day. I will keep them for you then." Looking at this attitude, Xiao Meng regarded Song Wu as a confidant of stamp collectors.

Song Wu closed the stamp album and asked Xiao Meng: "How much does it cost with the stamps in the book? I'll give it to you." Xiao Meng didn't give in and quoted a number, and Song Wu gave the money to Xiao Meng.

Xiao Meng accepted the money, rubbed his hands and said sheepishly: "Brother Song, let me see the Dalong ticket again. I almost want to die."

Song Wu smiled and said, "We agreed that we are only allowed to watch it, but I won't sell it."

"I know, I know, as long as I can take a look." Xiao Meng was so happy when he saw Song Wu finally relaxed.

Song Wu walked around the backyard, took out the stamp album from the space, returned and handed it to Xiao Meng.

Then, I saw Meng Meng looking at the stamps with gleaming eyes, exclaiming from time to time, what kind of stamp is this, what kind of stamp is that.

Song Wu was lying on the recliner rocking, watching Xiao Meng's enthusiastic emotions as if he were watching a Western scene.

At the door, Lao Wan, who was collecting rags, might have seen Xiao Meng's bicycle parked at the door, and also stopped at the door.

He stretched his head and looked into the shop, and saw Xiao Meng sitting inside. He also got off the tricycle and walked into the car repair shop.

"What's the matter? Xiao Meng, why don't you stop here?" Lao Wan reached out and took the cigarette Song Wu handed him, lit it and took a puff, and asked Xiao Meng jokingly.

Xiao Meng didn't even raise his head and said, "I'm here to take a look at the stamps, Brother Song, and I'll be leaving soon."

Lao Wan stretched out his head and glanced at the stamp album, but he was no longer interested. He withdrew his gaze and walked to Song Wu: "You said this man is a weirdo. What's the meaning of this little stamp? Just that Lao Feng in the previous paragraph, I heard he was a stamp lover. His sons and daughters sold his stuff and split up. I heard they didn’t get much valuable stuff, and they seemed to have saved only a few books of stamps. Those things are not for food or clothing, so who wants them? Is it? Besides, it’s not like an old thing is worth a lot of money if left alone. Alas, it’s still in my hand now.”

At this time, Xiao Meng, who had been silent, suddenly interrupted: "Well, his stamps, although they can't be said to be very good, are actually quite good. However, the people of the Feng family are so blind that they want too much. . He thought there were dragon stamps in his stamp album."

Song Wu asked him: "You also went to see it?"

Xiao Meng chuckled and said, "I went to see it. I originally wanted to see if there was anything that caught my eye and buy it, but it turned out that we couldn't reach an agreement at all. They didn't understand at all and knew they wanted a high price."

At this time, Lao Wan said on the side: "The Feng family has no money to spare from selling things, so they have started selling houses, but the houses are not easy to sell."

After hearing Lao Wan say that the Feng family had started selling their houses, Song Wu suddenly became energetic.He sat up from the recliner and asked Lao Wan: "Is the Feng family really planning to sell their house?"

Lao Wan blew out a smoke ring, nodded, looked at Song Wu and asked: "Why are you interested? You don't lack housing?"

Song Wu said: "It happens that my friend wants to choose a house, and I am worried about him."

After hearing this, Lao Wan shook his head: "Lao Feng's room was not very good. You know, when he died, he stayed there for many days before being discovered. Everyone said that the feng shui there was not good, and no one was willing to go there."

When Song Wu heard this, he thought, this is really a bit embarrassing.But then I think about it again, isn’t it just a dead person?That's a pretty big courtyard house.

So he said to Lao Wan: "You can ask me how much the Feng family would like to give up their yard."

Lao Wan smiled and said, "You are really planning to take his yard. But there is no need to ask. The Feng family has been bidding for a while, and everyone knows it. Whoever pays 1000 yuan will get the yard." "

Song Wu secretly took a breath of air.The price is really not low.And he was thinking that the Feng family's affairs were now well known to everyone, and no matter how good the house was, they could no longer interfere with it.

He originally felt that it was unsafe for Du Yuhui to live in the small bungalow courtyard now, but Sun Wei's unsafe factor no longer existed for the time being, so living there was not a big problem, and he was not in a hurry to find a new house to live in.

He is worried about Siheyuan now, which is also the habitual mentality of later generations. When he hears that a small Siheyuan sells takeout, he naturally thinks of the sky-high prices in the future.Looking at it now, at least the Feng family's approach is not suitable at the moment. We can only wait until there is an opportunity in the future.

Next, he chatted with Lao Wan and never mentioned the Feng family again.

(End of this chapter)