Chapter 7 Things in the Yard
After school, Fang Xiang jogged all the way home and just entered the courtyard.
Then I heard Xu Damao making a noise in the backyard.
"Which bastard stole my eggs?"
Fang Xiang took a quick glance and discovered that the yard was crowded with people.
They were all looking towards the backyard.
The nature of joining in the fun that is deeply buried in the genes is involuntarily stimulated.
Directly entered the middle courtyard.
Then Sha Zhu's nonchalant voice was heard.
"Hey, your hens can lay eggs?"
Xu Damao has been married for several years.
Lou Xiao'e's belly is still flat.
Everyone knows about this.
But few people laughed at him to his face.
At most, they would just gossip in private.
Only Shazhu, who can't control the door, often uses this matter to bully him.
Sha Zhu's words were clearly a mockery of him.
This completely annoyed Xu Damao.
"Silly Zhu, you bastard, did I provoke you?!"
Xu Damao's voice went up an octave.
"You have a father but no father to raise you.
Did you steal my eggs?!"
Xu Damao was obviously anxious, he knew his own shortcomings.
But if someone else says it in front of him.
Where can I put my face?
He didn't care about anything at the moment and started saying everything.
The story of Shazhu's father running away with another woman.
It is also Shazhu’s unspeakable secret.
Although everyone in the hospital knows it.
But it’s just like Lou Xiao’e’s belly.
No one brought it up.
They are Xu Damao and Sha Zhu, who have been enemies since childhood.
There were no quarrels or fights every day, it was a rare peaceful day.
"Hey! Sun thief, how can you talk like that!"
When Sha Zhu heard this, his face immediately turned red.
I wanted to make fun of Xu Damao.
Unexpectedly, Xu Damao exposed his own shortcomings.
I didn't tolerate him and just went up to him with my fists raised.
Xu Damao is as thin as a bamboo pole and looks weak and gentle like a scholar.
In fact, he was a projectionist at a steel mill.
I never do any heavy work on weekdays.
I don't have much strength left.
How could he be a match for that big and strong Shazhu?
He took the punch with his nose.
Suddenly, it vividly demonstrated why the flowers are so red.
Sha Zhu punched once, but still felt unsatisfied.
He raised his leg and kicked Xu Damao in the crotch.
Immediately Xu Damao collapsed to the ground, holding his sack.
Before Shazhu could continue fighting.
The first and third uncles were alarmed and rushed forward to pull them apart.
"Xu Damao, this bastard, can't control his mouth every day.
His own hens can't lay eggs, yet he relies on others for eggs."
Sha Zhu, who was pulled away, was also unyielding.
Seeing that he couldn't hit anyone, he kept muttering.
Fang wanted to stand at the laundry trough in the middle yard, hoping to join in the fun.
At this time, a large group of people had gathered there, blocking the view.
I just feel like it's meaningless.
And ignore the noisy sounds in the backyard.
He walked into the house carrying his schoolbag.
I washed the vegetables, cut the meat and steamed the rice by myself.
As the backyard slowly calmed down.
Fang Xiang was already holding the bowl and eating.
Because it is midsummer now.
Siheyuan are all bungalows.
After being exposed to the sun all day, the room was extremely stuffy.
So young and old were all holding bowls in the yard.
Enjoying the cool air while having dinner.
This is an age of material scarcity.
Having two bowls of rice to eat is a good life.
Ke Fang thought he was a time traveler from the future.
How can I eat this kind of food?
Although rice and meat are expensive, you can get them as long as you have tickets and money.
Still affordable.
However, in order to save money, most people steam rice and millet together.
It's just enough to fill my stomach.
Basically no one eats plain rice for dinner.
I cook porridge with sweet potato flour, corn flour, etc.
Add some millet and some pickles and it becomes a proper meal.
Fang Xiang is weak now and will never treat himself badly.
Plus, I’m a foodie.
That means you can eat whatever you want.
Look, Yan Jiekuang who lives next door is staring at the rice and meat in Fang Xiang’s bowl.
Drooling.
Speaking of Yan Jiekuang, he is the third son of Yan Fugui, the third uncle next door.
He has three sons and one daughter.
The eldest son is Yan Jiecheng, the second son is Yan Jiefang, the third son is Yan Jiekuang, and the youngest daughter is Yan Jiedi.
Yan Jiekuang is only 14 years old now, which is the right age for a grown-up boy to eat his father out of poverty.
Although Yan Fugui is an elementary school teacher, he looks quite respectable and bookish.
I can earn more than 30 yuan a month.
It may be quite difficult to support such a large family.
I was hungry and full all day long.
Yan Jiecheng is 19 years old this year and has been since graduation.
He doesn't have a proper job and just wanders around all day.
There is no money in my pocket at all.
The second child, Yan Jiefang, is 16 years old and will graduate next year.
It seems that I will be unemployed after graduation.
The third child, Yan Jiekuang, is 14 years old. Although he is still in junior high school, his grades are just so-so.
His elder and second brothers are not good people, and he himself is not much better.
My academic performance seems to be just so-so.
Therefore, the entire Yan family developed the habit of being petty.
The habit of being stingy and calculating all day long.
Just when Yan Jiekuang was drooling.
The three aunts shouted that it was time for dinner.
Go back to the house quickly.
Fang Xiang ignored him.
Ever since I knew I had traveled to this world.
I know that there is no good person in this yard.
So I made up my mind from the beginning not to have any interaction with them.
Just when Fang wanted to finish his meal.
Banggeng ran in from the gate.
Following closely behind is the younger sister Xiaodang.
Fang Xiang took a glance and almost laughed out loud.
There was a hint of yellow at the corner of Banggeng's mouth.
When Xiaodang saw Fang Xiang, he grinned.
There is still some egg white and yolk left in the teeth.
Needless to say, the eggs were laid by the old hen in Xu Damao's family.
It was stolen away by these two siblings.
But Fang Xiang didn't say anything.
Banggeng's father, Jia Dongxu, is the same as the original body's mother.
He also passed away due to a work-related injury.
Leaving behind a large family.
The last time I met Sister Qin, Qin Huairu.
An orphan and a widow, raising a large family.
It’s not easy either.
Qin Huairu took over Jia Dongxu's job.
Entered the factory as an apprentice.
Only 17 and a half yuan a month, which is barely enough.
Life is also very tight.
There is no time to discipline the children.
This stick is not small.
He steals and cheats all the time and even fights in school.
He learns everything except learning badly. He is definitely a devil.
After a while, Fang Xiang finished a big bowl of rice.
I went into the house and started washing dishes and washing up.
After working for a long time, it was dark.
I turned on the light and started reviewing my lessons.
After a while, someone knocked on the door.
"Who?"
Fang felt a little strange, as he was usually considered a half-homebody.
Who would come to me at this moment?
"I."
I heard a slightly timid voice at the door.
Fang wanted to open the door.
It turned out to be Qin Huairu.
"Sister-in-law, why are you here? What's the matter?"
Fang Xiang was stunned for a moment, but quickly let Qin Huairu in.
A widow ran to the home of a single strong young man.
No matter how you look at it, it's something that people would gossip about.
Fang Xiang is not too old, just over 18, so he can barely be said to be immature.
Qin Huairu is already 31 years old, how could she not understand things?
So if they come to your house, there must be something wrong.
Qin Huairu looked back.
Seeing that there was no one in the yard, he quickly went into the house.
I closed the door briefly, but not tightly.
Her face was red and her big eyes were twinkling.
Put your two index fingers together and stir them around.
There is a hint of shyness in it.
Only both hands are in front.
His elbows squeezed the two bulging baby bumps on his chest.
It seems more imminent.
Now is the hottest time of the day.
People wear less clothes.
The same is true for Qin Huairu.
You can clearly see that she is wearing a small dress underneath.
You can still vaguely see the convexity.
Fang Xiang couldn't help but stare in amazement.
No wonder Shazhu can't forget her.
This young widow is more than just pretty.
In later times, don’t even think about using the beauty filter.
Even without makeup, her appearance is still quite good.
Not to mention the figure.
She is simply a beauty on earth.
