Most of the older generation these days are very thrifty.
They came from troubled times and were afraid of hunger and poverty, so they were reluctant to eat or wear, and always wanted to save all the good things for emergencies.
They cherish every piece of food, every penny, every piece of cloth, every piece of paper...
The word extravagance and waste does not even exist in their minds.
Therefore, Chu Heng actually quite understood Yan Bugui's behavior, but he just couldn't stand it.
You motherfucker wants to save and calculate, so go figure out your own family!
Isn't it tiring for you to live a life where you are constantly thinking about taking advantage of others?
Chu Heng stared at his lunch box, which was cleaner than being licked by a dog, and Yan Bugui, who was so eloquent. He was too lazy to say anything to him anymore. He shook his head, got up and left, returning to his office.
After he returned to the house, he drank some tea.
About ten minutes later, Brother Fang Wu came over with tools, and Yan Bugui followed behind them carrying a clean lunch box that he had washed.
After Fang Wu and others entered the house, they greeted Chu Heng for a while, and then started to dismantle the stove. After Yan Bugui returned the lunch box, he also rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin little arms like firewood sticks, and joined in
Go in.
The stove in Chu Heng's house had been on and off for a whole winter, and the ashes in the tin bucket had not been cleaned during this period.
Fang Wu and the others had just unloaded the iron buckets, and the ash accumulated in them all winter flew out and spread everywhere.
"Ahem!"
Chu Heng, who was standing aside to watch the excitement, choked and quickly covered his nose and took a few steps back.
As the stove was dismantled bit by bit, the ash in the room became larger and larger, making it difficult to breathe.
Seeing this, Chu Heng decisively wiped himself and took his bag. After throwing a box of cigarettes to a few people, he said: "You guys do it, I'll leave first. When it's done, I'll go find your sister Jingru and ask her to clean it up."
one time."
"I know, brother, you are busy with your work, leave it to us." Fang Wu turned around and responded, then continued to dismantle the stove.
Chu Heng stopped nagging and turned around to leave. He walked downstairs with his bag in hand and drove out of the small courtyard of the Grain Management Office.
In an office in a small building.
Several men who had just finished their meal and were standing at the window smoking were looking at the cars going away.
One person sighed: "What did I say? I'm sure I won't stay in Chu Suo long. Some people even said that it took three days, but I haven't even arrived in half a day."
"Okay, the good times are over. Hurry up and smoke. Wait until those guys with cuffs will come." The other person shrugged and took a hard sip from the cigarette in his hand.
"It's true in Chu Suo. It's useless to stay for two more days. I thought I could have a few good days." Another person complained with a wry smile.
A few people sighed and muttered a few words, quickly finished their cigarettes, and hurriedly returned to their seats to work.
At the same time, several members of the disciplinary inspection team were peering at the gate where the shadow of the car had disappeared.
"It should really be gone!"
"What about us?"
"Let's go, what should we be afraid of if Chu Suo is gone?"
"Then let's go. Without our supervision, many people started to scatter again in the morning. It's really a shame to clean up!"
After a few discussions, the few people who had been hiding in the office all morning without daring to come out went to patrol the rooms with their arms swaying like monkeys in the mountains without a tiger, and they were all very proud.
After Chu Heng left the grain management office, he went to Shen Tian's unit and brought him some Penglai specialties and asked him to take them back to his family.
Then he ran to the compound and visited Mr. Liu and Mr. Xie. It was not until about four o'clock in the afternoon that he left the compound and went to Sanliang Store to pick up his wife and go to his father-in-law's house.
"Hey, that's right."
In Volgali, little girl Ni, who was adjusting the radio channel, suddenly remembered something. She suddenly turned her pretty face and said to her husband: "Director Shen from the subdistrict office came to see me today and said he wanted to treat you to a meal.
, I didn’t dare to agree randomly, so I told her to come back and ask if you have time to talk.”
"She wants to treat me to dinner?" Chu Heng frowned and asked doubtfully, "What do you know?"
"She didn't say anything about this, but I heard from Aunt Sun and others that Director Shen seems to have been in some trouble recently." Xiao Ni thought for a while and said with some uncertainty: "She said she was criticized by the district for something.
I want to jerk her off, but I don’t know whether it’s true or not.”
"Since it was Aunt Sun who said it, it can't be false." Chu Heng was quite convinced of Aunt Sun's intelligence ability. After hearing this, he pondered for a while and said, "Well, let's not eat anymore. We are all old people."
It doesn’t matter, there’s no need to be so vain, and you can eat people with short mouths and short hands. If what she asks for is difficult to handle, should we help or not?”
"Tomorrow, go and ask her what's going on. If it's not a big deal, let Du San handle it. If it doesn't work, let's talk about it later."
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"You are such a thief."
Ni Yinghong rolled her eyes at her husband and stopped mentioning the matter. As soon as her voice changed, she chattered with him about things like what kind of family a relative's child should have when she gets married in a few days, and whether she should wear new clothes in the summer.
trivial household chores.
After a long time like this, the journey was already halfway through.
Just when Chu Heng and Xiao Ni were debating whether the food from Chaoyang Vegetable Market was fresher or that from Xidan Vegetable Market, he suddenly saw a familiar figure on the roadside. He looked a bit like Xiao Ni's distant cousin Ni Anan, but
He was standing behind a Sophora japonica tree, and he was a little unsure about it.
Chu Heng gently stepped on the brakes, downshifted the car, pointed to the figure smoking a cigarette under the locust tree on the roadside and said to his wife: "Hey, look, is it your distant cousin?"
"Where?"
Ni Yinghong looked carefully in the direction he pointed, frowned slightly and said, "It's true, why is he so frowning?"
"We'll find out if we go over there and see." Chu Heng put his foot in gear and put his foot on the accelerator, and soon came to a stop next to Ni Anan.
Ni Anan, who was looking worriedly at the telegram in his hand, also noticed a car parked next to him. He subconsciously looked up and saw this couple, and asked with some surprise: "Chu Heng, Yinghong? Why are you two here?"
ah?"
"We were going to my father-in-law's place. I saw you here and came over.
"Chu Heng pulled his wife forward, looked at the telegram in his hand, then looked at his frown, and asked with concern: "You look so worried, what happened to you?"
"Yeah, brother, what's wrong with you? Can you tell us? Maybe we can help." Xiao Ni also said quickly.
Ni Anan's heart moved when he heard this. He glanced at the well-dressed couple and then at the car behind him. After hesitating for a moment, he told them roughly what had happened.
The reason why he was worried was precisely because of the telegram in his hand.
This telegram was sent by his father in his hometown, saying that his family had encountered some difficulties and needed some money, and wanted to ask if he could raise it.
Ni Anan knew his father well, and would definitely not talk to him unless he had to, but for some reasons, he was only given half of his salary. He was struggling to live a life, so how could he have any extra money to give to his family?
