Qin Jingru and Yu Li both came empty-handed. The former was carrying a lively old hen, and the latter was carrying a basket of eggs. Although there were only more than twenty, for the Yan family, which was stingy to the core, it was already enough.
It’s no longer young or old.
"Ah, Jingru, Yu Li, why are you here?"
Ni Yinghong was so happy to see her good sister that she didn't even bother to eat the apple she just picked up. She threw it aside and quickly stood up, holding their little hands affectionately.
A smell of plastic spreads in the air...
"Didn't I hear that you are pregnant? Let's come here to see you." Yu Li handed over her basket with a smile, and said self-deprecatingly: "Don't be too little, you know my situation. I'll get my salary."
No, I used my private money in exchange for this. If my father-in-law knew,
You may not know how to criticize me."
"Why do you dislike me? I'm very happy that you can come to see me." Thinking of the stingy Yan Bugui, Ni Yinghong couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then scolded the two of them: "You guys are serious too, buy
What are you talking about? My family doesn’t lack this, so why waste this money?”
"This is what we both want." Qin Jingru put the clucking old hen aside, glanced at the handsome guy over there, and said with envy: "This chicken has been around for several years. Sister-in-law, please look back.
Make soup and drink it to replenish your body."
"Thank you." Ni Yinghong thanked her sincerely, then took the two of them to sit down and started chatting.
Chu Heng cleverly got some water for them, washed a few apples, and quickly got out of the way. Girls had a lot of private conversations together, so he, a gentleman, would not cause any trouble.
After coming out of the office, he strolled to the front room.
There was not a single customer in the store at this time, and the aunts, who were rare, did not share the food, but gathered together with the Lian Qing brothers to study today's TV program.
Seeing this, Chu Heng suddenly remembered that he had to practice for Liu Haokong today, and he would most likely not be able to go back and watch the TV.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly.
I originally wanted to get a TV to please my wife, but unexpectedly, I suddenly turned my home into a movie theater.
Now he can't even put the TV on for a while, otherwise he will have to scare the neighbors away!
Thinking of the way the neighbors were jumping up and down yesterday because they couldn't watch the TV, Chu Heng couldn't help but laugh. Then he pondered again and waved to Lian Qing, who was smarter than him: "Lian Qing, come here."
"well.
Lian Qing agreed and quickly put down the newspaper and ran to him, curiously asking: "What's wrong, brother?"
"That's right. I'm going out for a drink tonight, so I might not be able to go back and put on the TV. I'll give you the key later, and you can put it on when the time comes."
Chu Heng smiled.
"No, no, how could I put that, brother?" Lian Qing waved his hands hastily, he didn't have the guts to touch the TV.
"If it's broken, you don't have to pay for it, so what are you afraid of?" Chu Heng glared at him, pulled the boy over, and told him how to put the TV on and how to solve common problems like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
The method was taught to him.
"It's not difficult to put on TV, just do it like this, and keep doing it...
After hearing this, Lian Qing blinked in disbelief: "Is it that simple? I thought it was so difficult."
"It's nothing more than extra antennas and multiple screens. It's no different from a radio." Chu Heng smiled and patted his head and asked, "I've taught you everything I need to teach you. Are you confident this time?"
"No problem, I'm sure nothing will go wrong." Lian Qing smiled and patted his chest, already thinking about how to show off in front of his partner at night.
After all, knowing how to make a TV at this time is also a skill!
"Exchange rags for money! Collect scrap copper and iron, broken bottles and cans."
At this moment, a loud shout sounded at the door, and Zhang Yiyan, dressed in rags, walked in carrying a tattered bag.
"Hey, Master Zhang is here! Come in, come in!" Chu Heng hurriedly greeted him, and after some polite greetings, he invited him into the small kitchen in the back room.
There was no other way, the office was occupied by the female dependents, and there were people watching outside, so I had no choice but to run to this room.
"The conditions are simple, don't be surprised." Chu Heng found two stools and sat across from him. He then handed over a cigarette and asked with a smile: "Have you finished all the things?"
"Why don't I come before it's finished?" Zhang took out a slightly worn account book from the broken bag and said with a wry smile: "If my master knew that I used this craft to make false accounts, he would have to jump out of the coffin.
No."
"This is not easy. I will buy you two knives of paper later, and you can burn more." Chu Heng said casually, happily took the newly created account book, flipped through it, and then raised a heartfelt emoji.
Thumbs up: "You really are like this!"
I have to say that Zhang Yiyan's skills are really amazing.
There is nothing wrong with this fake account book, no matter from the creases, traces of use, or handwriting. No one would have guessed it after looking at it.
This thing will be new.
"Do you need to tell me? Even the Japanese could be fooled by the calligraphy and painting I imitated back then, let alone a broken account book." Zhang sneered at his compliment, casually dropped the cigarette on his mouth, stood up, and said goodbye.
: "Come on, let's just leave it like that. I'm going to do my work. Don't forget what you promised me."
"I'll definitely not forget it. When I'm done with this, I'll go have a drink with you." Chu Hengzhen put the account book away seriously and sent Zhang out of the grain store with a polite glance.
After watching him leave, Chu Heng glanced at the Wu Lin people who were staring at him with admiration nearby, touched the account book in his arms, and returned to the shop with a sneer.
In the evening, the sky is filled with red clouds.
Outside the gate of Casserole House, Chu Heng leisurely smoked a cigarette, waiting for Liu Haokong and Shen Tian's family to come over. The bright red light reflected on his body, as if he had been covered with a layer of red gauze.
He looks like a groom.
Originally, Ni Yinghong wanted to come and wait for someone else, but Chu Heng felt sorry for his wife and refused to let her out.
Although he also knew that things like standing or moving would not affect her belly, he just didn't want his wife to move around.
After a while, I finished smoking a cigarette.
Shen Tian's family also appeared in Chu Heng's sight.
Shen Tian was riding a bicycle, and his eldest son Shen Long was sitting on the frame of the bicycle with an excited look on his face, looking around with his bright eyes.
Zhang Min was riding a women's bicycle behind them. She was wearing a fashionable military green dress today, shiny red leather shoes, and her black and silky hair was flying freely.
Obviously, Zhang Min deliberately went home and dressed up, which shows that she still attaches great importance to the meal.
After the family came to a stop at the entrance of the hotel, Chu Heng stepped forward to say hello with a smile, and casually touched Shen Long's head: "You've grown a lot again."
"Oh, Uncle Chu, people say that if you touch your head, you won't grow taller. Why do you always touch my head?" Shen Long shook his head in dissatisfaction and shook his hand away.
"bump!"
Shen Tian's eyes widened, he raised his leg and kicked the boy's butt, scolding: "Why are you talking to your Uncle Chu? You have no education at all!"
