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

"Yo, isn't this Zhang Bingye, an intellectual."

"I also read foreign documents."

"What book are you reading?"

Sha Zhu couldn't help but sneer a few words.

"You can't understand it even if you say it."

Zhang Bingye raised his head and looked away from the book.

"Hey, say you're an intellectual, you're still out of breath, aren't you?"

"You tell me what books you read, but I still don't believe it."

Silly Zhu got angry.

I feel that Zhang Bingye looks down on people.

"Listen well, my book is called "How Steel Was Tempered"."

Zhang Bingye picked up a piece of lard residue and put it in his mouth.

"It's just a book on steelmaking. It's so amazing."

"Steel-making, isn't it just a few years ago, who wouldn't know it."

"If you look at this thing now, it's like the medicine for death, it's too late!"

Silly Zhu was very disdainful, and breathed out from his nostrils.

In the past few years, the national large-scale steelmaking was in full swing.

It has stopped now.

"Silly Zhu, you are wrong."

"This "How Steel Was Tempered" is not a book about steelmaking."

"He talked about a warrior named Paul Korchagin, who defeated the enemy, defeated himself, and became a growth path of the Iron Warrior."

Yan Fugui walked over at some point.

I specially explained it to Shazhu.

Show off your knowledge.

"Huh? This is the case."

Silly Zhu blushed.

Thinking in my heart, the title of this book does not match the content inside.

It's just nonsense.

"Master San, I have something to say to you."

Qin Huairu spoke hastily.

He briefly talked about what he wanted Yan Fugui to pick up and drop off the stick to and from school.

"Third uncle, you have to commute to and from get off work anyway, so bring a stick along the way."

"By the way, when you have time, you can go to the stick class again, and tell those children, don't stare at the stick's head all day long."

"Just a head, what's so good about it?"

Silly Zhu said loudly.

very confident.

Zhang Bingye watched from the sidelines, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Looking at Sha Zhu's eyes, there was a bit of ridicule.

Yan Fugui calculated people all his life.

Shazhu wanted to plot against Yan Fugui and make him work for nothing.

Still tender.

"I'm afraid that's not very good."

"The screw on the rear seat of my bicycle is loose, so I can't carry anyone."

Yan Fugui shied away.

He didn't say no.

Due to objective conditions, it cannot be brought.

"What's the matter, I'll take a wrench screwdriver and tighten the screws for you."

Sha Zhu waved his hand casually.

a piece of cake.

"The tires are also old and easy to slip."

"If the child falls, it's not good."

"How about you change two tires for me?"

Yan Fugui said again.

The corner of Sha Zhu's mouth twitched twice.

Two bicycle tires cost several dollars.

What's more, this is Yan Fugui's bicycle, Shazhu is not willing to spend money on it.

055: There are still good people

"If I don't change the tire, I can't take this person with me."

"I'm afraid that something will happen and I won't be able to figure it out."

Yan Fugui waved his hand.

"Third Master, how about that."

"You can help to talk to Mr. Banggen. Take Banggen to and from school every day, and my family will give you a dime every day."

Qin Huairu begged and said.

"It's not that I don't wear it. The tires are too slippery. I'm worried about accidents."

Yan Fugui shook his head.

"I give you [-] cents a day, you see it as ~ no."

"Take it for five days first, and I-give you a dollar."

Qin Huairu raised the price.

"Hey, it's not easy for you guys. I'll try tomorrow."

Yan Fugui adjusted his glasses.

One dollar, let him say a few words to the teacher in charge of the class.

Plus bring a stick to and from school.

Suitable.

Silly face turned black.

"Silly Zhu, I don't have any money, can you lend me first?"

"I'll get the money back when I go home later."

Qin Huairu looked at the silly pillar.

"I have a dollar."

Silly Zhu nodded, looked at Yan Fugui, and said angrily, "Master San, if you want money, you should tell me earlier."

"Silly Zhu, what are you talking about? If I didn't see Jia's difficulty, I wouldn't accept two yuan for this job."

Yan Fugui spoke righteously.

"All right, all right, one dollar, here you are."

Silly Zhu handed over the money.

"Let BangGong come over to my door tomorrow and wait."

Yan Fugui took one dollar and left happily.

"Silly Zhu, you come back with me, and I'll get you the money."

Qin Huairu said.

"Hey, a dollar is nothing, that's all."

Silly Zhu said arrogantly.

"Okay, next time I'll make you some food for you."

Qin Huairu smiled and went back to Jia's house.

"Smelly Old Nine is not a thing."

"Intellectuals are full of bad water."

Silly Zhu muttered a few words, and took a special look at Zhang Bingye.

In his view, those who read books are intellectuals.

Yan Fugui is not a good person.

Zhang Bingye was even worse.

Zhang Bingye raised his eyebrows, taking a panoramic view of all this.

I lament that Qin Huairu's rank is really high.

The Jia family managed to get things done, and Yan Fugui got the money.

Shazhu also pretended to be rich in front of the goddess.

All are happy.

No wonder Sha Zhu was drained of blood by the Jia family in the end, not even a scum was left. '

' Serve it right. '

Zhang Bingye sneered.

With silly conditions, it's no problem to divide the work and find a good girl to marry.

It's a pity that he is greedy for Qin Huairu's beauty, and he is a master with lust but no guts.

Qin Huairu has been hanging to death.

Zhang Bingye was about to turn the page.

Xu Damao ran over in a hurry.

"Tsk, Bingye, your bike is really nice."

"It's so rare that the board is upright and bright."

Xu Damao took a closer look at the bicycle in front of Zhang's house.

Absolutely amazing.

"Brother Da Mao's words sound good."

"Unlike Sha Zhu, dogs can't spit ivory out of their mouths."

Zhang Bingye closed the book.

I know something is coming.