The deaf old lady has no chance to send shoes to our army.

Moreover, the deaf old lady did not have an honorary card or a martyr certificate in her home. Yan Bugui even fooled the residents of the courtyard many times, claiming that the deaf old lady was the ancestor of the courtyard. I hope that the organization can re-examine the identity information of the deaf old lady to avoid the bourgeoisie.

The long poisonous flames became more and more intense.

I, Yi Zhonghai, promise that all the above statements are true. If there are any untruths, I am willing to bear all responsibilities.

"I'll give you a spoonful of stew to see which of you dies first. I, Zhou Wenzhong, am not a gentleman. As the saying goes, a villain's revenge does not last overnight, and a villain's revenge takes place from morning to night. Hehehehe..."

The three people who were already hugging each other in the master bedroom hugged tighter after hearing the laughter in the main room.

After Zhou Wenzhong sneered, he threw away the extinguished cigarette butts between his fingers, folded the notebook and put it away in the space. More than an hour had passed unknowingly.

"Is this the place?"

"yes."

"You are such a big man, why are you so careless?"

"Dong dong dong dong..."

Zhou Wenzhong opened the door of the hall, and his nose smelled the smell of medicine. In front of him, a man of about 40 years old helped Zhou Deming go home.

"Just get home. If you don't stop at this late hour, I don't care how much you ask for. Just give me 20 cents."

Zhou Deming put his whole body weight on his right leg, stood on one leg leaning against the door frame, took out 2 cents from his pocket and handed it over.

"You should have a good rest at home. Let's go."

Zhou Wenzhong gently closed the door, and Zhou Deming endured the pain and walked to the master bedroom to ask a few questions.

"Now it's time to talk about the two of us."

Zhou Deming immediately took it out from his pocket.

"All the money and tickets at home are here."

"Ha~ be sensible."

Zhou Wenzhong counted it twice and found a total of 87 yuan, 27 cents, and the 67 kilograms of food stamps that Ma Guihong received in the afternoon.

"It's enough to leave you more than 2 yuan. This family's daily income is not enough for you to commit crime. Remember! You still owe me 15 yuan. I confiscated these food stamps. If it happens next time, I will

Just talk to Zhou Wenxin alone."

"No more, absolutely no next time. Do you think this is happening?"

"It depends on what you want. If you want to play, I will play with you. I'm afraid you can't afford to lose."

"No more playing, no more playing. Well...I'm going back to the house first. You should also rest early."

"Hmph~"

Zhou Wenzhong put the money notes into his trouser pocket, turned around and went back to his room, replaced it with a new briquette, put his hands on his head and closed his eyes to sleep!

That night, Zhou Wenzhong dreamed that he was sitting in the classroom of later generations, with his political teacher in front of him.
Chapter completed!