Siheyuan: violent engineer, dictatorial disobedience

"Σ_(???」∠)vomit"

Yi Zhonghai looked at his oily hands with an embarrassed expression.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll just ask you, did this thing spread from you?"

Uncle Pan wiped his mouth and rinsed his mouth again. He felt that the smell in his mouth was less, so he nodded.

"That's right, this thing is quite expensive. A chapter costs ten cents, and the supply exceeds demand every day. Why do you want to buy a few chapters and go back and read it?"

"If you want to buy it, just tell me, I'll make an advance reservation for you tomorrow, and then you can just come here to get it when you come back from work."

Uncle Pan said it with good intentions, but Yi Zhonghai's face became gloomy.

"Don't sell this thing in the future." Yi Zhonghai directly ordered.

Uncle Pan looked up: "Why?"

"There's no reason for it. If I say you can't sell it, then you can't sell it. Don't you understand people's language?" Yi Zhonghai continued coldly.

Uncle Pan is not happy anymore, what are you, Yi Zhonghai?Do you think you are a law enforcement officer if you say that you won't be sold if you don't let people sell it?

"Don't sell it! That's impossible. Do you know how much I can sell this thing in a day? With an income of seven or eight yuan a day, you tell me not to sell it? Who do you think you are?"

"Yi Zhonghai, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you are the steward of a courtyard house. What's wrong with me selling a storybook? What's wrong?"

"Dogs take mice, mind your own business!"

Uncle Pan looked at Yi Zhonghai with disdain, he was just an old man in charge of a courtyard house, and he was in charge.

Wait, something seems wrong.

Uncle Pan felt that he had found a blind spot, and rubbed his chin to think.

This book is called Stories That the Beautiful Widow and the Steward Have to Tell.

Yi Zhonghai seemed to be the master in charge.

Moreover, Yi Zhonghai seemed to like giving stick noodles to others the most, and the ones he gave were widows.

Uncle Pan's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said, "I see, this book is about you, right?"

"It's not me, it's really not me, don't talk nonsense!" Yi Zhonghai waved his hands in a panic.

"Who is it but you? The steward, likes to give stick noodles, and also likes to give widows! These three pieces of evidence refer to you!"

"Yi Zhonghai, Yi Zhonghai, I said why are you so excited, so you are the hero!"

"I didn't see it! You thick-eyed bastard, all you do is steal and prostitute behind your back, no wonder you told me not to sell it!"

"It turns out that you are afraid that things will come out!"

Uncle Pan's face was full of excitement, he finally caught Yi Zhonghai's handle, and he had to blackmail him.

"I said it wasn't me. Let me tell you for the last time. If you sell these things again, I will report you!"

Chapter 344 Liu Jianshe: Uncle Pan cheated on the child, you are not authentic!

"Hey! Look at what you said, am I still afraid that you will report me?"

"Go, go, go and report, go to the sub-district office and report me."

Uncle Pan didn't take Yi Zhonghai's threat of reporting to heart at all.

This small grocery store has been around for nearly ten years, and every year people say they want to report it.

But in the end, no one reported it.

There are two reasons why no one reported it.

First, Uncle Pan's grocery store is really convenient. In the era of scarce supplies, sometimes you can't buy things even if you have money.

The major state-run stores asked for tickets, but also quotas.

You can't buy things even if you have money, and there are still many people who only have wages but no tickets every month.

Thus, Uncle Pan's industry was born.

In a place like Pigeon City, although you can buy everything if you have money, the price is still a bit higher after all.

Only a grocery store like Uncle Pan can satisfy the purchasing desires of the bottom-level people.

Anyone who wants to buy some wine or food will basically buy it from Uncle Pan.

Even Liu Jianshe is the same. He likes to sit with Uncle Pan to see if he can buy rare things.

If Yi Zhonghai dared to report it, the residents in the entire alley would be the first to refuse, which would cause public outrage.

Of course, the convenience for everyone to buy things is the first point.

The second point is that anyone with a little brain can guess that since Uncle Pan can open a grocery store, he must have his own way of buying goods.

From time to time, you can find rare things like meat, eggs and milk, so you can naturally guess that there must be someone on Uncle Pan.

"Anyway, I'll tell you what to say. If there are new chapters circulating tomorrow, I will let you know what regret is!"

The threat didn't seem to have any effect, Yi Zhonghai could only feel helplessly furious.

After speaking harshly, Yi Zhonghai turned and left.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Uncle Pan spat hard on the ground.

"What do you think you are? Report me without shame?"

"I'll just wait here, and I want to see how you beat me!"

Uncle Pan jumped and cursed for a while, then turned and went back to the room.

In the room of the grocery store, Uncle Pan took out a notebook from the cabinet, took out a few sheets of printing paper, put them on the notebook, and began to copy hard.

On the front of the notebook, there is a line of writing.

"The story that the beautiful widow and the steward have to tell! "

Author: Liu Jianshe.

……

Yes, the original author of this book is Liu Jianshe.

As for the origin of this book, it's a long story for a child without a mother.

This book first appeared at the end of [-]. At that time, Liu Jianshe was the only one who was poor.

One day, I had a whim, thinking that I had read so many online novels in my previous life.

In any era, words should be able to make money, right?

The more Liu Jianshe thought about it, the more he felt that there was something wrong, so it took a week to finally complete this masterpiece.

Then, Liu Jianshe was sent to work in the rolling mill the next day.

After getting a salary, Liu Jianshe, who finally didn't have to starve, completely gave up his dream of being a writer.

In this way, this masterpiece was forgotten by Liu Jianshe, and somehow passed into Uncle Pan's hands.

Uncle Pan wrote for more than two hours at a stretch, but felt that his wrist was so sore that he couldn't stand it, so he gave up.

After flexing his wrists, he saw two tiger-headed little boys staring at the candy on the counter.

"Hey! Isn't this Yu Xin and Jia Le?"

"What? Want some candy?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Uncle Pan's chrysanthemum-like old face.

After seeing the two little guys nodding.

Uncle Pan took out candies from the counter and seduced, "Grandpa, I heard that you were arguing to go to school two days ago? Do you want to learn to write and read?"

The two little guys continued to nod, staring straight at the candy in Uncle Pan's hand.

"Grandpa will teach you how to write, okay? There will be snacks after you finish writing." Uncle Pan showed an amiable smile, but his eyes were full of trickery.

"it is good!"

In this way, the innocent children fell into the trap step by step.

……

Liu Jianshe drove the car under the afterglow of the setting sun and returned to the courtyard.

As soon as the car stopped, I heard the miserable cries of my son and godson, and the angry roars of Sun Yuqin and Ran Qiuye.

"I'm too brave to play with my father's pen. Look at your face, then your hands, and then your clothes. Is there any difference between the two of you and the Smurfs?" This was Ran Qiuye's voice.

"Yu Xin, how many times have I told you, you can't play around, you still lead your younger brother to play with pens, and when your godfather comes back later, if you get angry, I will throw you away." This is Sun Yuqin's roar .

Liu Jianshe was a little speechless: "It's just a child who is naughty, it's just a pen, it's no big deal, how did you get me involved?"

Stepping into the courtyard, one can see at a glance Yan Bugui, who is wrapped around his head exactly like Brother Ah San.

Two days ago, Yan Bugui was lost, and when his family found him, they found that he had fallen in a dead-end alley with a broken head.

Although Yan Bugui insisted that he was attacked by someone, but he smelled like alcohol, the third mother and others still didn't believe it.

So, I was sent to the hospital for a bandage, and I was fine, except for a wound on my head and a few stitches.

Liu Jianshe pretended not to see the other party, and walked towards the backyard on his own.

As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw two little guys being held on his lap by his mother.

Sun Yuqin and Ran Qiuye each held a pair of slippers, pretending to be flipping them on.

"father!"

"Godfather!"

Seeing the savior coming, the two little guys quickly broke away from their mother's arms, wiped their tears, and ran to Liu Jianshe in aggrieved manner.

"What's wrong? My good son!" Liu Jianshe asked, holding one in each hand.

"We didn't play with your pen. We learned to write at Grandpa Pan's house. We learned all afternoon. We really didn't play with your pen."

Liu Jiale sobbed and explained.

"You still dare to lie?" Ran Qiuye stared.

Her mother got angry, and Liu Jiale crawled into Liu Jianshe's arms in fear.

"Okay, okay, I see. I'll take the two children to take a bath first. I'll talk about it later. By the way, there's no need to cook for the three of us."

Liu Jianshe hugged the child and ran out at a brisk pace. Before leaving, he did not forget to say: "Don't be angry, it's not a big deal."

Walking out of the courtyard, holding a little guy in one hand, he went straight to Uncle Pan's grocery store.

When Uncle Pan saw Liu Jianshe coming, he felt a little guilty, and subconsciously closed the door.

Before the door was closed, Liu Jianshe blocked it with his foot.

Liu Jianshe said with a smile: "Uncle Pan, please explain! The two children were harmed by you. Don't you have a conscience?"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Uncle Pan sneered, "It's all a misunderstanding. It's not that I heard that the two little guys want to learn, so I led them to write all afternoon."

"Uncle Pan, are you still playing tricks in front of me? Do you think I'm being fooled?"

Chapter 345 The story that the dog and the goddess have to tell!

Uncle Pan was a little embarrassed, rubbed his nose resentfully, and opened the door.

Liu Jianshe led the little ones in.

"Huh! Spicy strips?"

Liu Jianshe walked in and saw a familiar item on the counter.

You're not too polite, just pick it up and put it in your mouth.

Feeling the familiar taste, Liu Jianshe's eyes brightened up.

"It's not called spicy strips, it's just an ordinary snack. An older sister in Hunan next door has no money to buy soy sauce, so she exchanged it with me."

"I tasted pretty good, so I changed it with her. We are all neighbors in the neighborhood, so please help if you can."

Uncle Pan looked at Liu Jianshe, who was full of satisfaction after eating a mouthful of spicy strips, and his heart was bleeding.