Chapter 272 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 27
Chapter 272 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 27
Mr. Cui said politely, "Let's go after dinner. We've agreed on a meal."
Lu Youming's face was expressionless, "No need."
Mr. Cui had no choice but to get up and get dressed again.
Lu Youming dressed Fuchen and put on his own clothes.
Before leaving, Lu Youming said to the woman, "My daughter doesn't have a good temper. Neither do I."
The woman stiffened and said nothing.
Lu Youming picked up the rag doll and stuffed it into Fuchen.
There are still a lot of people who should be given to the dust.
Fuchen earned this by himself.
Mr. Cui took the key with a cold face and walked out the door. Suddenly he said, "You shouldn't talk to my wife like that."
The road is clear and indifferent.
The rolling pin in Fuchen's hand hit Mr. Cui directly on the head, "Hey!"
The sound is loud and crisp.
Mr. Cui turned his head and stared at Fuchen.
Fuchen's gaze has always been very direct.
Mr. Cui looked at each other for a moment, turned his head and said nothing. He took out two cans of milk powder from the trunk and handed them to the two of them. He also took out two hundred yuan. He pointed in the direction and said, "There is a village just walking past here.
There is a bus for five or six kilometers. I won’t take you there. You can go on your own.”
Lu Youming took the money without politeness. He checked the milk powder production date and found that there was no problem, and left with him in his arms.
As they were leaving, Lu Youming suddenly laughed out loud and pointed at Fuchen's nose, "Will you still protect me?"
Still thought you would only hit me?
I noticed it before getting in the car.
Fuchen hit Mr. Cui on the hand.
At that time, Mr. Cui held on to his hand and Fuchen hit him directly.
I wasn't sure at the time.
But just now, it was very obvious.
Lu Youming smiled and rubbed Fuchen's head, "I didn't raise you in vain."
"Eh-" Fuchen turned away, shouted, and hit Lu Youming's head with the rolling pin again.
Lu Youming turned his head away and felt no pain, so he rubbed his hands harder.
In the winter, I walked five to six kilometers in the snow, still holding my child in my arms. If I hadn't walked, I wouldn't have made it in three hours.
Lu Youming first went to the village and asked for a place to eat on the grounds that he was "lost". Because he had a child with him, he was invited into the house and ate two bowls of leftover rice.
Fuchen drank milk all the way, but he wasn't hungry. He was also fed half a bowl of porridge by Lu Youming.
There are also people in the village who are driving away relatives.
Lu Youming was arranged by the villagers to squeeze onto the tractor, and went to the city center with the old hens, ducks and eggs that were giving gifts.
I went back and found a shop first, and asked for boiling water and a bowl for Fuchen to soak in milk powder.
Fuchen drank it and fell asleep again.
Go to the station and wait for the bus back, then rush back.
Although it is inexplicable, Fuchen earned two hundred and two cans of milk powder today, which is considered satisfactory.
As long as you have decent dignity and plenty of money, you will be bullied if you are bullied.
After returning home, Lu Youming was too lazy to cook. He and Fuchen each ate a bowl of milk powder, got into bed, and fell asleep early at dawn.
There is still a lot of work to do with electricians during the Chinese New Year.
Probably because of the Chinese New Year, I usually don’t want to spend money on electricity bills, but now it’s quite a lot.
On weekdays, rural areas basically only need electrician help to install the wire boxes for black and white TVs.
Or if you have more money, install a telephone.
This also earns about ten yuan.
It’s Chinese New Year, children are making noises, and firecrackers have exploded a lot of things.
I also received three orders for repairing black and white TV sets and earned a hundred dollars.
I heard that there were children in the next village who threw explosives into the firewood of a large stove, which directly blew up the stove. The cook was sent to the hospital.
You know you have a clear path and you have time, so you don’t need to pay homage to relatives.
Brother Yong (Sister Liu's husband) contacted Lu Youming to take over the job. The money was small, but the work was a lot. He worked hard and earned several hundred.
There are also several orders in high-end residential areas, which can be considered a windfall.
During the Chinese New Year, I actually saved a thousand.
The relationship between Lu Youming and Mr. Cui is tense.
But the work in the community is still there, and I can still go there from time to time, and I can make a fortune.
However, someone had just died in the community, so there were not many people there, and even more people were gone after the Chinese New Year.
Lu Youming resumed his leisure days.
Brother Yong wanted to ask Lu Youming to work with him, but Lu Youming refused because he thought the price was too low.
Brother Yong looked at Lu Youming, who was poor and had no money. He didn't even have a black-and-white TV or a 28-year-old bicycle at home. He tried to persuade him a few times, but when he saw no one responded, he just let it go.
Lu Youming's skills are good, this is obvious to all, and we also know that if this guy dislikes the low price, he will deceive people.
I was also worried that if I really introduced someone to the company, I would be disliked by my employer and my reputation would be ruined.
Only if it really can't be solved and the price is high, Brother Yong will find a clear way.
Life after the New Year remains as usual.
Every night, Lu Youming threw the dust to Xiaojie's mother and went out to drink and watch football.
He followed Wang Jiajun and became obsessed with horse racing and watching football.
It's not that I really like it, it's just a gamble.
Bet on which team will win.
Bet on which horse will win.
If someone is the banker, someone will collect the money.
Lu Youming followed Wang Jiajun and occasionally touched a few.
They basically lose.
The content and rules here are not clear, so Lu Youming doesn't dare to really play.
Years later, Fuchen started his own life.
Now Xiaojie's mother is almost afraid of being awake.
Lu Youming made a small bench for Fuchen. It was only the size of Fuchen's knees.
At eight months old, the dust still can’t move.
But I can already stand up by myself while holding on to the wall.
Fuchen is not very interested in walking. But he likes playing time in the evening.
She would push the small bench and push it away bit by bit.
Huzi always remembers his hatred for Fuchen.
Fuchen also remembers it.
Basically, when the two meet, they fight.
As the New Year passed, Hu Zi also had one more toy: a wooden hammer.
At first glance, it looks a bit like Fuchen's "rolling pin", but the beating area is much larger.
Hu Zi still struggled to hold it, but when he saw Fu Chen, he got very excited and chased Fu Chen.
Fuchen stared at Huzi, and suddenly moved the bench when Huzi came over.
The foot of the bench hit Huzi's chin, and the wooden hammer in his hand fell down, hitting his feet.
"Ah——" cried.
Fuchen fell to the ground because there was no bench and the force was unstable.
Zhang Guihua, who was holding a bowl next to her, stared at Fuchen fiercely, but this time she didn't move and scolded Huzi, "Fight back!"
The hand floating on the ground slowly stretched out, dragged the wooden hammer on the ground, and tapped the tiger's feet again.
"Hey!" Zhang Guihua immediately shouted, cursing as she ran, "Why are you so vicious! Who taught you?"
"Ouch——" The tiger who was beaten shouted even louder, heartbreaking.
Xiaojie's mother, who had never dared to intervene, went over and said, "How can you be like this-" She bent down to pick up the wooden hammer, but she saw Zhang Guihua snatching the wooden hammer from Fuchen's hand.
Xiaojie's mother realized something was wrong.
Staring at Huzi's instep, it was already red.
Zhang Guihua hugged Hu Zi and intentionally or unintentionally hid the wooden hammer.
"Give me the hammer." Xiaojie's mother went to grab it.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Zhang Guihua pushed Xiaojie's mother away hard.
Xiaojie's mother had sharp eyes and pinched the tiger's paw. When Zhang Guihua was protecting her son, she turned sideways, but Xiaojie's mother quickly snatched the wooden hammer away with her quick hands and eyes.
When I weighed it, it felt wrong.
Much heavier than normal wood.
"Zhang Guihua!" Xiaojie's mother suddenly shouted, pointing at Zhang Guihua and scolding, "Are you still a human being? Do you want Huzi to beat Fuchen to death?"
