Siheyuan: starting from the sticky cousin

It's not delicious, can it be so expensive?

It's not necessarily something that entertains foreign guests, okay?

"Where did they get their lobsters?" Yi Luyu frowned: As far as he knew, there was no one in Sijiu City to buy this stuff, something you couldn't even buy if you had money.

And such a big one is even more impossible.

There is only one possibility!

It was obtained by the sea, or directly from abroad.

Yi Qiaoqiao said: "Guo Guo said that Jia Wen caught fish from the pit!"

"puff……"

"Pfft..."

Yiluyu and his wife burst out laughing...

It was caught by scorpionfish, what a joke, I deliberately deceived children.

Yi Luyu exchanged the lobster pincers for Qiao Qiao, then started the car and drove on. While driving, he said, "This family, I'm afraid it's not easy. If there is someone behind it, the power is definitely not small!"

"Yeah!" Qiao Xiu said, "Do you still remember the box of big cherries they gave you last time? It was also given by this child!"

"Hiss..." Yiluyu gasped.

……

Early the next morning!

When it was just dawn, the third uncle Yan Bugui got up.

He was the first to arrive at the school.

Pick up the broom and start cleaning the playground.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

He swept all the thick snow to the southeast corner of Cao Cao by himself, forming a small snow mountain.

When everyone went to work, the playground was already clean.

Principal Wu pushed his glasses and looked at Yan Pugui with some surprise: This old guy is so diligent?

However, the expulsion should still be expelled.

Know the performance now?

late.

But in the end, Yan Bugui was not fired.

Because there was a special message from the Bureau of Education and Sports, giving Yan Bugui a chance to lower his salary.

Principal Wu didn't know what happened that night, but the orders from above had to be carried out.

He also knew that it was not reasonable to expel Yan Bugui just because he was absent from class.

"Mr. Yan!"

Principal Wu walked up to Yan Bugui, "I'll give you another 0.1 chance..."

"Just now Director Qiao from the Education and Sports Bureau also said that it is the last chance, if you commit the crime again in the future, you will be expelled directly, without even thinking about it!"

"Hey hey..." Yan Bugui wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he felt relieved: he finally hugged his job.

"But!" Principal Wu said again: "You have to write me a deep review, and list the things you did wrong one by one. Pay attention to it, and it must be deep!"

"This review will be done in every elementary school in the district, and you will be arrested as a model!"

Yan Bugui agreed with a bitter face.

This time, he must have lost all face.

But there is no way, for wages, for money.

"Also!" Principal Wu continued: "Your salary will be reduced by one level, to 37 yuan per month!"

puff……

Yan Bugui almost vomited blood when he heard that.

Chapter 106 (5 more) The stick snatches sandbags and scolds Qin Huairu

Before that, Yan Bugui's monthly salary was more than 50.

Don't look at how many people are over 50, but it is enough to feed their big family.

There are six members of the Yan family, two adults and four children. Calculated according to the national distribution of food, that is, 180 yuan per month.

If you eat refined grains, it will be 120 catties per month.

Obviously, Lao Yan's family wants to eat Erhe noodles, and refined grains cannot be eaten.

Erhe noodles are about ten cents a catty, and the 180 catties cost 18 yuan.

In addition to the noodles, the monthly oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, briquettes and other things basically cost five yuan a month.

There is another big head, which is cloth.

That's right, there are very few ready-made clothes in this era, and you buy cloth and make clothes yourself.

And the quality of the cloth is so poor that the four children's new clothes can quickly become rotten clothes.

The third aunt couldn't do it every day with lights on and night battles.

And the cloth is very expensive.

The Yan family's monthly cloth expenses also cost ten yuan.

Added together, this is more than 30.

At 37 yuan, it was only enough to maintain the basic life of the old Yan family.

But something is better than nothing15.

Ugh……

Yan Bugui shook his head.

At this point, he finally understands a truth: Jia Wen cannot be offended if he offends anyone.

Ever since he dealt with the scheming Jia Wen, he, Lao Yan, has never had a good time!

Ok……

From now on, I can no longer plot against Jia Wen's family, I have to establish a good relationship with them.

……

The weather is getting cold!

The end of the year is approaching.

When school was over at four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was about to set.

Jia Wen returned home and turned off the briquettes stove. It took less than half an hour to make crucian carp tofu soup, and then boiled two white flour buns. After closing the door, he took his sister to the yard to play with his friends. stand up.

"Chichichi..."

Bang Geng sniffed hard, and said, "It smells so good...Jia Wen, your house has delicious food again, doesn't it?"

Jia Wen ignored him.

But Bang followed Jia Wen and asked, "Is it delicious, crucian carp soup, can you give me some?"

"that is!"

Jia Zhang next to her glanced at her fat triangular eyes, and said, "You and Bangjiao are still cousins. They are very close relatives. They eat delicious food all day long and don't look at Bangjiao. Bangjiao is hungry." Thin!"

"Give some of the leftovers from your family's food to the stick, and the stick can also thank you for your kindness, can't it?"

"When I grow up, I will need your brother to help you. I can't write two Jia characters in one stroke!"

you're right!

But I ignore you.

Jia Wen pretended not to hear, and started playing with his friends in the yard.

Of course, it must be without a stick.

The stick can only watch from the side.

Now the children in the entire compound are almost arranged by the adults: they are not allowed to play with sticks.

"Jia Wen...it's your turn, you lose it, I'll run..."

One of the favorite games of children in this era: throwing sandbags.

Use six pieces of rags to make a cloth bag about the size of a fist, put a few grains of corn in it, throw it loosely, two people throw it, and one person hides in the middle.

If you can't avoid it, you lose.

Jia Wen threw sandbags in person.

"call out……"

The sandbags flew over the head, and landed on the soles of BangGong's feet impartially.

Stick picks up the beanbag and runs away: "Grandma, grandma, I picked up a beanbag, bake popcorn for me!"

Everyone hates this kind of behavior.

The sandbags were made by Tang Kuang's father.

So the warehouse is definitely not willing, chasing and asking for it.

Jia Zhang said: "Get out, get out... why should I give you the sandbag my grandson picked up? How can you prove that it is yours?"

This is pure rogue.