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

Siheyuan.

"The Jia's family really committed crimes. It stinks up our compound. I still feel bad standing here."

"It's not bad, the whole smell in my backyard can't stay."

"She just did too many bad things, retribution."

"That's right, that is, Zhang Bingye has a good temper, and he doesn't say anything when he is reported. If it were me, I would have to scold her at her house."

A group of aunts gathered together to chat.

talking about yesterday.

Zhang Bingye pushed his bicycle through the front yard.

"Bingye, why did you come back?"

"The rolling mill is off work early today?"

"What's on your bike?"

A bunch of aunts, you say a word to me.

Surrounded Zhang Bingye.

Before Zhang Bingye could speak.

"Ah, this is an electric fan, and it's a Watson brand."

"Bingye, have you bought an electric fan?"

"Did you buy this electric fan?"

A group of aunts were shocked.

There is also deep envy.

"I took a special leave and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy it."

"It's really unbearable in the hot weather."

Zhang Bingye said with a smile.

"Oh my god, you are too good at enjoying it."

"This thing is rare, you really can fix it."

"This is the first electric fan in our courtyard."

"Bingye is really promising."

A group of aunts praised.

"I'll go back and plug in the electricity first, and try the effect."

"Keep on chatting, don't worry about me."

Zhang Bingye couldn't bear the aunt's enthusiasm.

With a stiff smile on his face, he ran away.

After Zhang Bingye left, the topic of conversation among these aunts fell on Zhang Bingye again.

The aunt has nothing to do, so she likes to get together and talk about some short things about the parents.

Every time the dog passes by, the aunt will say a few words.

Not to mention buying an electric fan is such a big deal.

Zhang Bingye came to his door.

Unlock the door.

Carrying the electric fan cardboard box into the house.

Mrs. Jia Zhang sat at the door of Jia's house, her neck stretched out, and she looked in the direction of Zhang's house.

"What did the wicked ghost buy again?"

"I don't know how to send some to my house. It's really not a thing."

Jia Zhang muttered and cursed.

Heart itching.

Such a big cardboard box, designated is a good thing.

Zhang Bingye opened the carton, took out a light green electric fan, and put it on the dining table.

Brand new fan, clean and shiny.

It looks refreshing.

Zhang Bingye took the electric fan to the side of the power strip, and inserted the plug into the power strip.

Turn the electric fan switch.

Whoohoo!

Three turbo blades start to spin.

A gust of wind blew out.

Zhang Bingye closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing on his body.

Thief.

After blowing for a while, Zhang Bingye tried the second and third speeds.

Second gear is already cool.

At the third wind speed, it feels like the wind is blowing into the bones.

Zhang Bingye turned off the fan switch.

Carrying an empty wooden bucket, go to the well in the front yard to collect water.

The water in the well is cold.

The water that comes out is so cold that it hurts the bones.

Zhang Bingye brought half a bucket of water home.

Take a large watermelon from the storage ring.

Put it in half a bucket of water and chill it.

In fact, the best way is to find a deep water well and fix the watermelon in the bucket.

Put it in the well and chill it.

After two hours, take out the watermelon again.

That taste is much better than the cold taste that comes out of the refrigerator.

Zhang Bingye didn't dare to do that.

On a hot day, taking out such a big watermelon makes people greedy.

He couldn't stare at it all the time.

What if someone has a bad heart and steals his watermelon?

Eating watermelon on this hot day is better than eating meat.

Soaking watermelons under a well is like putting money on the ground.

Guess whoever sees the melon will have an idea and hold the melon hand in hand.

Zhang Bingye was sitting at the dining table reading a book while blowing on the electric fan.

Wait quietly for the watermelon to cool down.

The news about Zhang Bingye buying an electric fan was spread by many aunts in the courtyard.

Start heating up.

Electric fans are different from bicycles.

Riding a bicycle for a stroll outside has a strong social attribute.

After buying it, it is convenient to go anywhere.

Tool attributes are also very powerful.

Absolutely nothing wrong with buying it.

But electric fans are different.

This thing can only be kept at home, and people outside can't see it, and the social attributes are quite poor.

In terms of economy, electric fans are much worse than bicycles.

Electric fans consume electricity as long as they are on.

Electricity is also an expense.

Buying an electric fan is like buying a small gold box.

If you spend money to buy an electric fan, you will have to spend money to pay the electricity bill later.

Ordinary people live their lives on their fingers, and they feel inappropriate when they think about it.

But the electric fan has a particularly outstanding advantage, which is enough to cover all its problems.

That is enjoyment.

Who doesn't want a little breeze to come over when it's sultry at night.

Get a good night's sleep.

Buying a bicycle may be for convenience and for showing off.

But there is only one reason to buy an electric fan.

That's enjoyment!

That's why Zhang Bingye bought a bicycle, which made everyone envious.

...

Xu Damao wandered outside for a day, waiting until the rolling mill was about to get off work.

Picked up a brick from the ground.

Squatting on the way back to the courtyard from the rolling mill.

After a while, Sha Zhu came over with a net bag.

There are two iron lunch boxes in the net bag.

Shazhu is in a good mood today, walking with a big smile on his face.

He got a little bit of meat, chicken bones and stuff.

Bring it home to Qin Huairu, specifying that he can touch Qin Huairu's little hand.

Can you be unhappy?

Xu Damao saw Sha Zhu, with hatred in his eyes.

He clenched the brick in his hand.

Wait for Silly Zhu to walk over.

"Silly Zhu, I'm so tender to you" "!"

Xu Damao rushed out from the alley and roared.

Mixed with resentment, he held up the brick in his hand.

He slapped Sha Zhu hard on the head.

Silly Zhu felt something was wrong when he heard Xu Damao's voice.

Turning his head to look, Xu Damao rushed to him.