Zhou Wenzhong directly overturned the dining table, opened the wooden door of the main room and walked to the backyard. While patting the dust on his body, he felt the remaining 45 yuan in the space and mentally calculated his salary for this month and Zhou Deming's debt.

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"Wen Zhong, why are you making such a fuss this afternoon? I see you rolling back and forth in the room."

"Oh, in the afternoon, my right thumb hit the door frame. It hurt so much that I couldn't breathe."

"Eh... I feel pain just thinking about it. The hairs on my hair stand on end. Last time I was holding a hammer in my hand and accidentally hit my foot and it hurt for several days."

"Oh, no more talking."

"Where are you going?"

"Isn't it the Chinese New Year soon? I'm going to greet the old lady in the backyard."

"That's right, you go ahead. I'll go back to the house and do some work."

"Eh."

Passing through the hall in the central courtyard and stepping through the moon gate in the backyard, the lights were on in Liu Haizhong's house, and it was dark in Xu Damao's house. I happened to meet the aunt who had finished delivering food.

"Auntie is busy."

"It's Wenzhong here. Why did you remember to come to the backyard today? I haven't seen you like this in the past."

"Isn't it almost the Chinese New Year? I'm here to see the deaf old lady."

"I'm eating in the house, I just sent it over."

Zhou Wenzhong pretended not to understand, and said with a smile on his face: "That's just right, I have to take a good look at Auntie's cooking skills. We and I will talk about it some other time. There are still many days to come."

"Well, then you go ahead."

"See you later."
Chapter completed!