Siheyuan: You were asked to help the Jia family, but you were all sent to prison

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The third aunt not far away had a bandage on her head, and she hated Zhang Cuihua deeply.

This morning, everyone in the village came to her house to look for gold bars. It was like digging three feet into the ground.

The key is really found, so it's fatal.

This was the last piece of property passed down from the ancestors, and Zhang Cuihua spoiled it and confiscated it.

孽孽!

"You stinky bitch still has the nerve to say me, what have you done to my great grandson? How old is he? How dare you whip him with bamboo thread? What a crime! I'm going to go to the director to sue you , your conscience was eaten by dogs."

Hearing the third aunt calling, Zhang Cuihua's hair exploded in an instant, she was so excited, she babbled a lot, and spit flew all over the place.

"Stop making noise." The team leader lit up the welding smoke and said calmly, "Zhang Cuihua, I'll give you one last chance to pick up tools and work, or get out and go wherever you like."

"Success, let's go."

Zhang Cuihua was also unambiguous, got up from the ridge and left.

As soon as he left, the rest of the people spoke one after another.

"The smell is gone as soon as she's gone."

"No, my body smells sour, and I don't know how many days I haven't showered."

"Before I said that I lived a good life in the city, I was thinking of currying favor with her and giving her chickens and ducks. It's really a loss-making business, and I lost money."

"..."

Zhang Cuihua found the stick stem in the haystack outside the big tile house.

"Bang, let's go."

"Grandma, where are you going?"

"Go back to town."

"Did you have a good time?"

Bang Geng asked innocently and with anticipation, but in return Zhang Cuihua was silent for a while.

"You're sure to have a good day."

After a long silence, Zhang Cuihua confided that at least his mother, Qin Huairu, would not ignore her only son.

As for herself, Zhang Cuihua thought about going to the rolling mill to get her salary first.

In this way, the grandfather and grandson walked on the dirt road in the countryside step by step.

The field in winter looks particularly empty, the branches are bare, and crows can be heard occasionally.

I don't know how long I walked, and I don't have time.

"Grandma, how long do you have to go?"

Stick is a little tired, he hasn't eaten well in the past two days, and Iron Man can't stand it.

"This should be Zuojiazhuang. After another [-] miles, we will reach the city."

Zhang Cuihua was also tired, relying on the excess nutrition in the past to keep going.

"Grandma, how far is twenty miles? How long will it take?"

"We should be able to walk into town before dark."

"Grandma, I can't walk anymore and you have to carry me on your back."

"Grandma can't carry you on her back."

At this moment, Bang Geng suddenly raised his finger and pointed forward, "Grandma, look quickly, that's Yan Jiecheng, and he's riding a bicycle."

Zhang Cuihua heard about it and looked around.

Sure enough, Yan Jiecheng was turning towards Zuojiazhuang at the intersection of the three-way road ahead.

But after thinking for a while, Zhang Cuihua understood.

This is destined to be Lao Yan's family who came to exchange sweet potatoes.

As for the bicycle, I'm afraid I didn't borrow it from Zhao Yang.

"Grandma, that's Zhao Yang's bicycle, I remember it very clearly." Bang Gon looked up at Nai, and said again: "Let's ride his bicycle away, and you will drive me back to the city, so I won't be so tired from walking."

"My grandma can't ride!" Zhang Cuihua looked embarrassed, but also hesitated, "But this thing should be easy to learn."

"Then let's go and steal his car first, and then teach you how to ride it, and then drive me to the city after I learn it. I want to sit on the front bar."

Bang Geng was a little excited and walked ahead of Zhang Cuihua.

"Come on, go try it, it's not a good thing anyway, if you close the door and don't let me in, you deserve to be caught by me."

As Zhang Cuihua said, she quickened her pace, and soon followed the tire tracks of the bicycle to an intersection.

The intersection is on the side of the dirt road, going inwards towards the mountains.

Zuojiazhuang is in the valley of the mountain. In the past, during the war, the villagers would block the intersection to deal with little devils, wandering soldiers, and bandits.

And Yan Jiecheng's bicycle stood at the intersection, because the mountain road into the intersection cannot be ridden.

"Grandma, there is no one around, let's do it?"

The stick stalked around in a circle, and came back and said.

"Bang, give me a hand, hold on."

Zhang Cuihua tried to let go of the pedals, and the rear tire hit the ground, but when the car rolled over, she almost failed to stabilize herself.

So, the grandparents and grandchildren pushed the car one left and one right, thinking about going far away first.

When he came to the three-way intersection again, Bang Geng couldn't wait to let his grandma learn to ride.

"The cushion is a bit high."

Zhang Cuihua tried to cross it first, but she couldn't.

Then she stepped over the front bar again, but she still couldn't.

"Grandma, you are too short, your legs are too short."

"It's because this bike is too tall. It was originally meant for men to ride on. If it was Yu Li's car, it would be able to ride on it."

Zhang Cuihua muttered something, failed repeatedly, but was not discouraged.

After all, as long as you ride it, you can save twenty miles from your journey.

"Grandma, you jump up."

Seeing that Nai Nai kept lifting his leg, but couldn't do so, the stick gave an idea.

"Success, I'll try."

Zhang Cuihua thought it was the same. At the beginning, Zhao Yang always kicked two steps, and then jumped and stepped over with the other leg.

So, she tried to help, and then jumped up and crossed her legs.

As a result, one misaligned, and Zhang Cuihua sat on the front bar.

In an instant, a mask of pain was put on her face.

But it wasn't over yet, Zhang Cuihua went up, but the stick couldn't hold her up any longer, she instinctively backed away, and saw the car and people immediately rolled over to the ground.

"Hey, it hurts me to death for a thousand knives, stick, please help move the car away..."

Zhang Cuihua fell hard and couldn't help crying.

The stick also came to his senses, and hurried forward to use his milking strength.

"Slow down, oh my dear grandson, it hurts, it hurts me to death."

"The stick stalk makes you slow down so you can't hear it!"

After finally moving the car away little by little, Zhang Cuihua didn't dare to look at her right leg. The cotton trousers were all torn, not to mention black and blue inside, and the skin was bleeding.

"Grandma, do you want to try again?"

Stick waited for a while, and asked tentatively.

"Don't try it, throw this car away."

Zhang Cuihua gritted her teeth and looked at the bicycle, full of resentment.

Chapter 420 Teach You to Sing, Teach Me to Recite Poems!

The staff dormitory of the machine repair factory is a tube building.

The room is very clean and tidy, not big, nearly forty square meters.

The toilet and kitchen are shared outside, and the conditions are quite good.

The quilts on the single bed were stacked, and the blue and white checked sheets were also very flat.

There is also a desk with no clutter of books and stationery.

It's outrageous to say, but the fact is that after Zhao Yang took Ding Qiunan for a stroll aimlessly, she suddenly invited Zhao Yang to come here.

Of course, you can also learn to sing here.