The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

The bike squeaked under the butt every time it carried two people.

Magic Phoenix, the "BMW" in bicycles, is the first choice for urban white-collar workers.

After riding it, it is arrogant and flashy when it is used to say it.

Of course, not to mention the endurance, there is no problem in carrying three or four adults.

It is possible to truly ride a car for three generations, and people are still on the road.

Cough, the most important thing is that it is 10 bucks cheaper.

"Comrade, just bring me a Phoenix bicycle!"

Pulled out 170 yuan and handed over a bicycle ticket.

The uncle of the sales clerk took it, turned around and walked behind.

Li Donglai was stunned.

This. . .

This. . .This. . .

Wouldn't this be about absconding with money?

Looking at Ding Qiunan again, he was staring at the sewing machine next to him, and he didn't seem to think that the behavior of the uncle of the sales clerk was wrong.

It was only then that he realized that it was his own beast.

The bicycles hanging on the wall are samples, and the warehouse is in the back.

Li Donglai put the syringe back in the medical box, held his arms in his arms, and waited patiently.

Soon, the uncle of the sales clerk came over with a new bicycle.

The Phoenix logo on the bike glitters.

It sure sparkles!

He put the bicycle in front of Li Donglai: "Comrade, your car."

Then, before Li Dong came to take a closer look, he squatted on the bench and started to doze off.

Li Donglai frowned: "Comrade, I haven't looked carefully yet? What if the paint falls off?"

The uncle of the sales clerk took a nap and said, "Don't worry, I have sold bicycles for five years, and there is not a single bicycle with problems."

Brag you!

I bought a car at the time, and the 4S clerk said the same thing, but as soon as I walked halfway, I found that the wipers were broken.

Finally, when I returned to the store, the salesman who just called him a brother had now become an uncle, saying that the wiper was not the main accessory, and if it needed to be replaced, it had to be replaced at his own expense.

As for Li Donglai's violent temper, he climbed onto the roof of the car on the spot and sang Shajiabang.

The manager of Guisun 4S was about to cry as he watched more and more people gather.

. . .

It is impossible to sing Shajiabang in the supply and marketing cooperative, and you should check it carefully before you can rest assured.

Pedal, chain, leather seat, wheel reel. . . .

Everything is there, everything is fine!

Li Donglai pushed the bicycle and called out Ding Qiunan, who was still staring at the sewing machine, out of the supply and marketing cooperative.

I bought a car, and I have to go to the police station to have it stamped.

The steel stamp is equivalent to the license plate of the car in later generations. If the car is lost, the police station can also find it and retrieve it soon.

Of course, the insurance money of three yuan per year is also essential.

By the time all the chores were done, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

Li Donglai first sent Ding Qiunan back to Ding's house on a bicycle.

Then. . .Ride the bike back to the courtyard again.

Finally no need to walk.

Ward days, 20 kilometers a day, Rao is Li Donglai who has practiced and can't stand it.

When we returned to the courtyard, the sky was completely dark.

Pushing the bike, knocking gently on the door.

"Who?" A crisp voice came from the door.

"Your brother!"

"Brother is back, sister Rain, just follow what I said and tell him."

Li Xiaomei opened the door and was stunned when she saw the bicycle.

"Snapped!"

Then the door slammed shut.

There was a commotion in the house.

"Little sister, Dr. Li is back, why don't you let him in?"

"Ah, you heard that too? I thought I was dreaming."

"Shining!"

The wooden door opened again, and Li Xiaomei rubbed her eyes.

"Brother, have you bought a bicycle?"

Li Donglai nodded and pushed the bicycle into the house.

"I'm starving, do you still have food?"

Li Xiaomei, who was about to touch the bicycle, quickly retracted her little hand and ran towards the coal stove: "I have steamed buns for you in the pot, and it's still hot."

Only then did Li Donglai see He Yuyu standing quietly by the side.

Shyness was written all over her little face.

"Sister Rain, you are here too!"

Li Donglai put the medical kit on the table and washed his face.

"Well, brother Donglai..."

At this time, Li Donglai took the white-faced steamed buns handed over by Li Xiaomei and took a bite: "Rainwater, have you eaten it yet? Eat a little here?"

"After eating, my little sister and I drank cornstarch porridge together." He Yuyu glanced at the brand-new bicycle, lowered his head, and sighed silently in his heart.

They are both brothers, and they are both workers in a rolling mill. Why are they so different?

She was a good-looking girl.

Sometimes, hungry, I would rather drink tap water than bother my neighbors.

but.

It really doesn't work today.

For his own future, He Yuyu decided to tear his face to shreds and stomped on his feet.

. . .

Seeing He Yuyu's expression of hesitating to speak, Li Donglai knew that the girl must be in trouble.

However, he didn't ask, just nibbled at the steamed buns.

A steamed bun was quickly eaten, and he stood up and poured an enamel jar of tea.

Drink it one by one.

Seeing He Yuyu's delay in speaking, Li Xiaomei next to her became anxious.

She didn't care to play with the pedals and ran to Li Donglai.

"Brother, Sister Rain is in trouble!"

. . .

Chapter 92 Silly Column Stealing Money

Under dim light.

Li Donglai's eyes fell on the shiny and shiny bicycle, and he didn't seem to hear Li Xiaomei's voice.

This made He Yuyu a little overwhelmed.

Since Li Xiaomei learned that she is 18 years old and has not yet booked her husband's house, she has been very enthusiastic.

They soon became good friends.

When the two were cleaning the "classroom" together, Li Xiaomei said a lot of good things about Li Donglai.

What enthusiastic help the villagers.

What free herbal medicine.

What especially like skinny girls.

. . .

In short, Li Donglai is a rare good person in the world.

He Yuyu then summoned up the courage to come to the door.

did not expect. . .He was so cold.

Li Donglai was tired from sitting, stood up again, picked up a towel and carefully wiped the golden logo of the bicycle, and then the bar. . .

Back then, after buying a car, he would drive to the car wash every day to wash it.

Although it later became a weekly wash, a monthly wash, and a rain wash.

However, it cannot be denied that he is a clean-loving sunshine boy.