Siheyuan: The night demon comes, don't sleep too dead at night

"Zhang Bingye, tell me how much you want to donate."

"You can spend 78.5 a month, and you can't spend it. You can keep this old money and you can't give birth."

Jia Zhang couldn't bear it anymore.

"Yes, you first express your opinion and set an example for the big guys."

Silly Zhu echoed.

"Okay, I'll donate a dollar."

Zhang Bingye said leisurely.

"What? You only donated one dollar?"

Silly shouted.

"It doesn't matter how much money you donate, the key is to do what you want."

Zhang Bingye said with a smile.

"One dollar to send a beggar."

"You donate one yuan for your old salary, and it's worthless to say it."

Jia Zhang opened his mouth and cursed.

"Okay, it's okay to donate a dollar, it's a meaning."

Qin Huairu held Jia Zhangshi back and said with a smile.

As long as Zhang Bingye can pay.

If there is one, there are two, Qin Huairu has a plan in mind.

"This one dollar, I gave it to the old godly woman last time, so I won't express it this time."

Zhang Bingye said leisurely.

"When did you give me a dollar?"

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"You wicked, smoking thing!"

Jia Zhang's voice was louder, almost roaring.

It was intolerable.

"Zhang Bingye, you are too good at talking nonsense."

"Open your mouth and say you gave the Jia family a dollar, why don't you say you gave the Jia family 100 dollars?"

Silly said angrily.

"Do you remember the last time, the Jia Zhang family shouted all over the compound, thank you for helping the Jia family with a dollar."

"I'll give it then."

"It's just a few days away, won't you just forget it?"

Zhang Bingye brought up the old matter again.

"That can't be counted!"

Jia Zhang yelled.

"Why can't it be counted, what you said yourself, could it be farting?"

Zhang Bingye sneered.

"That one dollar was paid to me for beating me up."

Jia Zhang argued strongly.

"Joke, everyone heard what you yelled yourself."

"Is it because you want to admit it or not?"

"You regard the three uncles as deaf, don't you?"

"Three uncles, did you hear what the old godly woman shouted at that time?"

Zhang Bingye said with a mocking face.

"There is such a thing."

The corner of Yi Zhonghai's mouth twitched.

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I really want to say something to Zhang Bingye, when you and Mrs. Jia Zhang quarrel, can you not bring the three of us with you.

"I did hear it."

Liu Haizhong said with a constipated face.

He secretly scolded Zhang Bingye in his heart that his mouth was really hurtful.

If you say you didn't hear it, doesn't that mean you are deaf.

"There is such a thing."

Yan Fugui nodded.

"Look, the three uncles have heard it. I helped Jia's family with a dollar."

Zhang Bingye showed a bright smile.

"Damn you, the seventh-level welder will donate one yuan."

"You're not afraid of lightning strikes, are you?"

Jia Zhang was so angry.

"Zhang Bingye, you are also a seventh-level welder after all, how did you pick and search?"

"Even if you donate five or ten yuan, that's fine."

"The Jia family is like this, why don't you have any sympathy at all."

Silly Zhu opened his mouth and belittled.

"Bingye, you should say it again."

"Be worthy of your status as a seventh-level welder."

Yi Zhonghai said.

"In my opinion, Zhang Bingye's donation of 20 yuan is considered a small amount."

"A month's salary is 78.5, and 20 yuan is only a quarter of the money. What's the deal?"

Xu Damao also jumped out to be a shit stick.

I hated Zhang Bingye to the core, and wished to let Zhang Bingye bleed.

"Since the big guys have said that, I must show some face."

"It's okay to donate 23."

"But I have a question."

Zhang Bingye had a faint smile on his face.

"If you have any questions, tell me quickly."

Silly Zhu urged.

"Why do you want to donate money to the Jia family?"

"I didn't want to understand that."

"There must be a reason for donating money, otherwise someone will ask me to donate, and I will have to evacuate the gold mountain, right?"

Zhang Bingye said.

"Then there's no need to ask, the Jia family's conditions are difficult."

"Sister Qin is taking care of three children by herself, and she can't make ends meet. If we don't help, Jia's life will be difficult."

Silly Zhu bluntly said.

"Really? But I don't think it's the case."

"In terms of difficult conditions, in our compound, who can be more difficult than the old man Han's family."

"Old man Han is doing hard work outside. I will count him 15 yuan a month, a family of three."

"Qin Huairu is 27.5 a month. There are five people in her family. Silly Zhu brings lunch boxes back from time to time to help."

"Think about it, guys, is it difficult for the Jia family or the Han family?"

Zhang Bingye analyzed Seven.

106: Zhang Bingye promises to be responsible until the end if the Jia family can’t get rid of it

Zhang Bingye is not talking nonsense.

Put the data for comparison.

They are all real things, and they cannot be faked.

"Looking at it this way, old man Han's family is indeed more difficult than Jia's."

"According to Shazhu, we should donate money to the Han family."

"Yes, why did it become a donation to Jia's family?"

Everyone nodded.

After all, in the name of Shazhu, the Jia family's conditions are difficult, so they donate money to the Jia family.

But what Zhang Bingye said, it is obviously more difficult for the Han family.

Silly Zhu was stunned for a moment.

My head can't turn around.

It felt like being led into a pit by Zhang Bingye.

"Brother Han, I'm in charge of today's fundraising, and I changed it to donate money to your family."

Zhang Bingye said to Han Youtian in the crowd.

"No, no, my family can still get by."

"I feel guilty for accepting money from big guys for no reason."

Old man Han waved his hands again and again.

Face blushed, very embarrassed.

"There's nothing to feel guilty about, it's all about neighbors and neighbors, help and help."

"Besides, how much money has the Jia family taken back? Do you think they feel guilty?"

"You have to learn more from the Jia family. Their skin is thicker than the city wall. Even if you learn a tenth of it, it will be enough for you."

Zhang Bingye waved his hand.

Scold the Jia family.

"Zhang Bingye, who are you talking about?"

"Forty Seven"

"You really think I don't understand, you say my Jia family has a thick skin."

"In my opinion, you are the thickest-skinned one. A seven-level welder donates only one yuan, and it will be embarrassing if it is spread."

Jia Zhang shouted angrily.

"Hey, even if you donate money, you will be scolded, so you can return me the one dollar I helped."