"Then Xiaoyu, I'll go back first. Uncle Zhou is still at home waiting for news." Because she was worried about her daughter's marriage, Aunt Zhou had no intention of chatting with Zhang Yu here.
When Zhang Yu got up to see Aunt Zhou off, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly warned: "Then please slow down, I don't know who splashed something in the corridor. I almost had it when I passed by there this morning.
Got slipped."
"And this matter, where is it? I have to go and have a look." After hearing what Zhang Yu said, Aunt Zhou, who was always enthusiastic, was not in a hurry to go home.
"Over there." Zhang Yu pointed to the floor tiles next to the house next door and explained: "I wanted to say it when I came back this morning, but I was so sleepy that I didn't even look at it.
Knowing what it was, and thinking that there were basically no visitors there, I casually placed a wooden stick there to block it."
After listening to Zhang Yu's words, Aunt Zhou ran to the place where Zhang Yu was pointing with small steps. After taking a closer look, she found that the color of the floor tile was indeed darker than the color next to it, and it felt oily to the touch.
Looking at the thing stuck on her fingers, Aunt Zhou twirled her fingers, then brought it to her nose and smelled it.
After a while, Aunt Zhou said to Zhang Yu with certainty: "This is cotton oil."
After hearing what Aunt Zhou said, Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then realized what the cotton oil she was talking about was.
In fact, Zhang Yu’s slow reaction cannot be blamed, mainly because in later generations, everyone basically knew that eating too much cotton oil was bad for the body. In addition, with the improvement of living standards, there were more types of oil, and few people would choose it.
Continue to take cotton oil.
This led Zhang Yu to have the deepest impression of cotton oil: long-term consumption will affect the reproductive function of gay men.
In this era, although supplies were scarce, Zhang Guifang had never bought cotton oil.
There were a few times when the voltage was unstable at this time and there were frequent power outages, so it was necessary to keep a kerosene lamp. There were a few times when I couldn't buy kerosene, so I bought cotton oil and mixed it with kerosene.
It is used to make lamp oil. Although it smells a bit unpleasant when burned, it can provide lighting after all.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu was very curious about how Aunt Zhou could be sure that it was cotton oil just by looking at the traces on the ground.
Seeing Zhang Yu's expression, Aunt Zhou smiled: "You are young and don't know many things. This cotton oil has a special smell. As soon as I smell it, I know it is definitely cotton oil."
As Aunt Zhou spoke, she looked at the land next to the floor tiles. She saw that the color was darker than other places, and there was obviously cotton oil on it. There seemed to be quite a lot of it. She immediately felt distressed and couldn't help but muttered: "Who
It's so wasteful at home, so much good oil is spilled!
Just let it go if you say you want to, and you don’t want to clean it up. If it doesn’t work, you have to say it even if you don’t have time!
There are so many elderly people in our hospital. What if someone accidentally falls while passing by? Their old arms and legs are not prone to falling!"
Aunt Zhou became more and more angry as she talked, and finally said to Zhang Yu: "Xiaoyu, please go back first. I'm going to find the uncle. We must find this person today."
After saying that, without waiting for Zhang Yu's reaction, he walked forward in a hurry.
Zhang Yu, who stayed where he was, looked at the cotton oil on the ground, which still had traces of his skiing in the morning, and couldn't help but frown.
According to his understanding of people of this era, whoever spread so much cotton oil would not feel sorry for him for a long time, and everyone in the yard would know about it.
Zhang Yu thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out who spread the oil.
But he is not the kind of person who would make things difficult for himself. If he doesn't understand something, he won't think about it. Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhao will always investigate clearly based on their temperament. He can just wait to hear the result.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yu put back the wooden stick he had just taken away and returned to the house.
After returning to the house, just as he was about to rest, he heard another knock on the door, and Zhang Yu had no choice but to open the door.
After opening the door, looking at Qi Gang standing at the door, Zhang Yu asked with a headache: "What do you want from me?"
Facing Zhang Yu's inquiry, Qi Gang put on a arrogant look and replied: "Uncle Xiao Yu, Uncle Zhao asked me to inform you that our courtyard will hold a meeting at eight o'clock tonight. Don't forget to go then."
"A meeting?" Zhang Yu was really surprised when he heard the news that there was going to be a meeting. The old man in their courtyard was not as busy as the several old men in the next courtyard, and he didn't get involved in trivial matters.
There are rules for holding meetings.
Zhang Yu has been in this world for so long that he can count the number of conferences he has held with just one slap.
There were important things in the previous conferences. What was the reason for this time?
Zhang Yu had never thought about the cotton oil on the floor tiles, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not the case.
This matter should be regarded as a big deal in the next courtyard. It is estimated that it cannot be solved in one meeting and will have to be held a second time.
After Zhang Yu rejected this guess in his mind, he turned his gaze to Qi Gang and asked directly: "Xiao Gang, has something happened in the courtyard recently?"
Hearing Zhang Yu ask this, Qi Gang's eyes lit up instantly, and his face clearly said: I know, ask me quickly, ask me quickly!
Zhang Yu did not live up to his expectations and directly induced him: "Xiao Gang, there are still candies in my house. Come in and let's eat and talk."
When he heard the word "sugar", Qi Gang's eyes almost popped out of his eyes. While recalling the taste of sugar, he couldn't help but lick his lips. He hadn't eaten sweets for a long time.
Unable to resist the temptation of sugar, Qi Gang quickly lost the battle and said directly to Zhang Yu: "Uncle Zhao held the meeting this time because our courtyard has been losing his pants recently."
Hearing this, Zhang Yu's eyes also lit up. It seemed that a lot of things had happened here during his absence.
Zhang Yu pushed a handful of candies in front of Qi Gang and encouraged him to continue talking with his eyes.
Qi Gang unceremoniously put the candies into his pocket, and then continued: "The first person to cause trouble was Aunt Wu in the front yard. Her two pairs of red panties were stolen for some reason."
Hearing this, Zhang Yu couldn't help laughing even though he knew he shouldn't.
He knew that Aunt Wu was always thrifty and had never worn any new clothes in her life.
Those two pairs of red pants were also bought for her by her two daughters when she was celebrating her birth year a few years ago.
Aunt Wu has always regarded these two red underpants as treasures. After wearing them in the year of her birth year, they have been kept at the bottom of the box. This year, she is willing to take them out again in the year of her birth year. It is so heartbreaking to lose them all now!
However, people who steal things also have very unique tastes. Why not steal the red pants worn by Aunt Wu? Logically speaking, those things are not worth much!