Siheyuan: Chasing Me Out, Still Want Me to Help?

Only then did he continue to inform the other residents in the courtyard.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"There is a meeting in the courtyard, and it is said that the chicken from Xu Damao's house was stolen."

Ye Chen glanced at the calendar, thoughtfully.

This year is [*], four years after the TV series.

It stands to reason that the stick terrier stealing chicken has not happened so soon.

Most of the butterfly effect caused by his appearance.

Without thinking much, He Yuzhu and Xu Damao fell in love with each other, and Ye Chen didn't plan to follow along.

Taking the bench at home, Ye Chen glanced at the girl and said, "I'm going to a meeting, you can eat at home with peace of mind."

"No, I'll go too."

Chapter [*]: General Assembly

Uncle Yi, today we have to give us an explanation no matter what. "

"Mom Da Mao, don't worry first, there is a big debt, and whoever stole your chicken, we will find a way to find out."

"Is it necessary to investigate, isn't the thief here? Mr. Er, so many people in the courtyard are watching, you can't show favoritism!"

Xu Damao looked at He Yuzhu gloomily.

The daughter of Director Lou from the factory came to the house today, originally planning to kill a chicken and treat them well.

This marriage might be over.

Whoever wanted to raise lost a chicken.

Zhengchou didn't know who was responsible, but He Yuzhu simmered chicken soup.

Ye Chen moved onto the bench and led Xiaoxin to a corner to sit down.

They live in a three-entry courtyard house, and there are more than a dozen families living in the front, middle, and rear courtyards.

Ye Chen lived in the backyard. When his parents were still alive, he was a famous hangman in the whole Luoguxiang.

In the past two years, his temperament has been quite restrained, but his previous ignorant image has left a deep impression on the neighbors, and he will not be able to change it for a while.

In the huge front yard, dozens of people are standing or sitting.

Ye Chen was also looking at everything around him curiously.

The first master Yi Zhonghai, the second master Liu Haizhong, and the third master Yan Bugui sat beside a square table with a few enamel cups on it.

Xu Damao's face was gloomy and his back was slightly hunched. This year's [*]th, he was standing like a minion.

No matter how arrogant he is, the temperament is really not in place.

According to that stupid column, the difference is not a star and a half.

Knowing that this conference is aimed at me, they don't care at all.

Qin Huairu holds the little Sophora japonica flower that is still in swaddling.

His expression was a little erratic.

Bang Terri and Xiao Dang stood behind Jia Zhang, without the slightest sense of making trouble.

However, the two figures behind Xu Damao made Ye Chen a little confused.

"Lou Xiaoe? Why is she here?"

I have to say that Lou Xiao'e does feel like standing out among the crowd.

If I remember correctly, the two are not married yet.

But looking at this situation, it should have reached the point of talking about marriage.

Lou Xiao'e is one of the more reasonable people in the courtyard.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Xu's mother poured into Tan's, so that the latter would be willing to marry his daughter to such a bastard.

Ye Chen watched coldly, trying to minimize his presence.

None of the people present was a fuel-efficient lamp, and he didn't want to have anything to do with this group of people.

"Let me start by saying that everyone was called to hold this general meeting today. The main reason is that Xu Damao's family lost a chicken, and it happened that silly Zhu was cooking chicken soup at home."

Seeing that everyone was here, Yan Bugui stood up.

Among the three uncles, Yan Bugui has the highest education level, and Yan Bugui has the lowest status.

The status of intellectuals is not far behind that of skilled workers.

The monthly salary of a teacher who graduated from a middle school is only [*] yuan. An eighth-level fitter like Yi Zhonghai has a monthly salary of [*] yuan, and the factory manager does not have this kind of treatment.

According to the practice of the courtyard, he was the first to speak.

Liu Haizhong said the main points, and Yi Zhonghai came to a conclusion.

Bringing the topic out, Yan Bugui sat back in his place.

"Silly Zhu, what do you say?"

As soon as Yan Bugui's voice fell, Liu Haizhong couldn't wait to come out to find a sense of existence.

"What can I say, me, who cares about Xu Damao's chickens? Then they can't let others eat chickens if they lose chickens? Is that the truth?"

"Then where did your chicken come from?"

"bought."

"Where did you buy it?"

"Beixinqiao Market."

"Who can prove that you bought this chicken from Beixinqiao Market?"

"Hey, Mr. Er, are you putting the prisoner on trial? You can't spit blood on people with red mouth and white teeth! I need someone to prove that I bought a chicken? Then who can prove that it is Xu Damao and the others who are stewing in my pot? The one that was lost at home?"

Seeing that Liu Haizhong was no longer playing, He Yuzhu was also anxious.

"Silly Zhu, if you really stole it, the matter of losing some money will be over. If you turn around and make a big deal and attract people from the public family, this matter will not be easy to handle."

Yan Bugui reminded him meaningfully.

The residents in the courtyard of the stupid pillar are obvious to all.

It is unlikely that he will steal the chicken from Xu Damao's house.

Neither the time nor the motive for committing the crime.

And there is still some time before the Chinese New Year, so not many people go to the market to buy chickens.

If the chicken was really bought, the street vendor would definitely remember it.

If you don't mention it, it means you don't have a clue in your heart.

Yan Bugui is good at calculating, and his ideas are indeed much clearer than others.

If you guessed correctly, most of the chickens came out of the factory.

Many people in the hospital know about the problem of silly columns.

I usually bring some lunch boxes and decorate the leftovers to help widow Qin's family.

Stealing ingredients that have not yet been cooked in the public house is not a light crime.

This alone is enough for He Yuzhu to eat in prison!

Ye Chen naturally knew this, but he didn't want to meddle in his own business.

What can I do to myself by sending the stupid column in?

The two most powerful people in the courtyard were all facing him, and Ye Chen was not stupid enough to offend the deaf old lady and Uncle Yi in a hurry for the so-called justice.

Not to mention the old lady, even Yi Zhonghai is not something he can provoke now.

How many eight-level fitters can a rolling mill with tens of thousands of people have?

Even the workshop director has to give him some face.

Of course, it's still the same sentence, the premise of all this is that these people don't take the initiative to provoke themselves!

"I didn't steal it anyway."

Seeing that Yan Bugui had moved the public house out, He Yuzhu felt a little lack of confidence.

This chicken really came from a wrong way. If the police were really involved in the investigation and the matter became serious, he might really have to explain it.

"It's still a dead duck with a stubborn mouth. Who else could it be that you didn't steal it? Now that the whole hospital is here, you can tell us clearly where the chicken in the pot came from!"

This is about to get both people and money, and as a result, this kind of bad thing happened.

Xu Damao's eyes widened, and he poured all his anger on He Yuzhu.

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Chapter [*]: The chicken was stolen by Ye Chen?

Silly Zhu, if you really stole this chicken, you should admit it, and things will get worse in the future, but it won't end well. "

Seeing that silly Zhu refused to recognize life or death, Qin Huairu couldn't sit still.

She has known the whole story from her childhood.

Xu Damao's chicken was stolen by the stick.

Although there is no need to enter the juvenile management center under the age of ten, once this matter spreads, the reputation of the stick will be completely ruined.

He has just started elementary school and has a bright future ahead.

Seeing Qin Huairu's eyes full of begging, and then looking at Xiao Huaihua who was still in the baby, He Yuzhu's heart softened.

He also knew that the stick terrier had a problem with petty theft.

His home was often visited by him.