People in the courtyard: starting from the canteen director

What's more, He Daqing is powerful, she cannot be defeated by a cliff.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Huairu had already accepted her fate.

Well, this time I lifted a rock and shot myself in the foot.

Losing is called a complete loss.

It can indeed be said that all games are lost.

He Daqing didn't even bother to look at her.

Because, he has already settled for this pretty widow.

As for the fake test sheet, it was a Wang Zha.

It has been properly taken into the system space by him.

When the right time comes, it will be taken out.

He Daqing stood up, stretched comfortably, and ordered, "Huairu, you can get up too."

"Go get a basin of hot water and wait for uncle to wash his feet."

"Don't play tricks, play tricks."

"In this regard, you are definitely not my uncle's opponent."

"Later, Uncle will take you to meet someone."

"Actually, I have a brother."

"It's called He Erqing."

"As for the person, he looks majestic and majestic, and he is much more energetic than my real deity!"

……Of.

Chapter 113

midnight.

Qin Huairu just returned home.

She was full of grievances.

Tears flowed.

This dog is better than He Daqing.

It's not human anymore.

Why is it so bad?

He took advantage of her and did all the bad things when he got the chance.

However, she is also at fault.

I want to blackmail the other party with a fake test report.

The result was discovered on the spot.

Stealing chickens will not lose rice.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to turn over in this life.

And that He Erqing.

I am Ni-Ma.

Can't say.

It's exactly the same as the livestock of the Red Star Commune lost by Zhang Laoqi.

That is a donkey.

Normal people can't imagine it at all.

Qin Huairu said depressedly, "This is a miserable situation, what should we do in the days to come?"

"I'm afraid I can only endure He Laogou's oppression."

"Les Miserables."

"I do not want to live."

Lying on the kang, she tossed and turned all night without falling asleep at all.

the other side.

He Daqing lit a cigarette.

The daily draw has been completed.

The system prompts, "Drip! Congratulations to the host for winning the lottery! You have won a thousand pigs!"

This time it was He Daqing's turn to be speechless.

Who will feed so many pigs into the water?

Generally speaking, people in Sijiu City eat offal, stewed or fried liver.

For example, the well-known trademark "Xiaochangchen" is stewed and boiled, and the demand for his family is quite large.

However, He Daqing has no intention of entering this market.

Because it's not necessary.

And it's too time-consuming and labor-intensive to be worthwhile.

Or take it to the Pigeon Market, if you can sell a pair, it's a pair.

Otherwise, a small amount can be supplied to the factory canteen.

Anyway, let the workers have a dozen tooth festivals.

A pair of pigs were cleaned up in the water, weighing about thirty catties.

In some places, the pig's head, pig's tail and pig's trotters must be counted when the pig enters the water.

But it doesn't count here.

It is purely pig heart, pig lung, pig liver, pig kidney and so on.

He Daqing thinks so.

Occasionally stir-fry a plate of pork loin to make up for it.

It's okay.

Anyway, the output has been a bit fierce recently.

Need some more ammo.

morning.

He Daqing got up.

Make yourself a lollipop.

I eat big fish and meat every day, and occasionally eat a lighter meal.

After finishing his work, he was about to go out.

Then he saw the stick on the opposite side carrying a schoolbag, and he also pushed the door out.

He Daqing lit a cigarette and deliberately coughed twice.

Seeing He Daqing appear, Bang Geng shivered.

Every time I see this uncle, nothing good happens.

Little Stick Terrier has already left a shadow in his heart.

He lowered his head and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.

He stopped quickly, and shouted timidly, "Hello, Grandpa He!"

He Daqing laughed, "What did you say?"

"Call me Grandpa He?"

"Am I that old?"

"It's just asking for a fight!"

While speaking, He Daqing grabbed the brat and slapped him several times.

He Daqing's logic is simple.

Your mother tried to cheat labor last night.

A pit is several hundred yuan.

An attempt was also made to cancel the debt.

What's wrong with hitting you a few boards.

Stick stem suddenly cried aggrieved.

This old man is really dark.

He felt a burning pain in his ass.

Stick quickly changed his words, "Stop beating! Can I call you uncle?"

"Uncle He, stop hitting!"

"Please!"

He Daqing gave a smirk, "No way! It's not right either!"

"what do you mean."

"I'm younger than your own father, that dead ghost surnamed Jia?"

"That can't be."

Clap!He Daqing raised his hand and hit a few more boards.

The stick was dumbfounded.

He no longer knew what to call the person in front of him.

It's wrong to call him grandpa, and it's not right to call him uncle.

That should be called brother? !

Tears welled up in his eyes, and Bang Gan choked up and said, "Stop beating me! Is it okay if I'm wrong?"

"What would you like me to call you?"

"I'll just do it."

"I'm just a child."

"It is still the flower of the motherland."

"It's the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning."

"You can't do this to me."

He Daqing was happy.

The little brat talks a lot.

Just like you, return the flowers of the motherland.

Plastic flowers.

So, he said, "How to call it, you think for yourself."

"You can call me Dad if you want."

"Labor and management don't mind."