Chapter 312 This Girl Can't Be Wanted

Zhang Xingwang strolled to the yard rented by the Third Master, went down to the cellar to take a look, and saw two and a half bags of fine grain, several bottles of wine and several bottles of oil, with a few bills beside them.

I took out the account and checked it. There were 120 kilograms of flour, 90 kilograms of rice and 30 kilograms of millet. I guess some rich family had saved it for a long time. It seemed that after the ration was reduced, they exchanged the fine grains for some coarse grains to mix with the food.

There were two kilograms of oil on the side, and that didn't include the three half-kilogram oil coupons that I didn't have time to buy.

Not to mention the second-class wine, there are also three bottles of Taiwan, which is rare. You know, people who have Taiwan are not the ones who are short of food. It seems that the person in charge is really attentive...

I came back early today. After arriving at the moon gate in the backyard, I thought for a while, took out today's harvest from the space, sorted it out and divided it into 20 kilograms of flour, then carried a kilogram of oil and the flour into the house.

The whole family except the fourth sister were all there at this moment. Seeing Zhang Xingwang dressed like Santa Claus, they were all confused. Wang Xiulan looked at the oil her son brought and the veins in the corners of her eyes started dancing. She rolled her eyes around and no one knew what she was thinking...

At the critical moment, the elder sister would not think too much. She took the bag from Zhang Xingwang's back, opened it curiously and took a look. Then she exclaimed "Wow", and asked in disbelief:

"Xingwang, is this for our family to keep or for someone else?"

Zhang Xingwang replied casually, "I'm home," then put the oil on the table and said to Wang Xiulan, who was unpacking the bag and preparing to carry it back home:

"Mom, don't think about saving it. I know you are filial. Don't worry, I have saved the share for grandpa and grandma."

After hearing this, Wang Xiulan silently put down the bag, turned around twice, and went back to the house with her head covered.

Then, as the three siblings looked at each other in bewilderment, he trotted out again, picked up the oil on the table with a stubborn look on his face, and left like the wind.

The eldest sister was stunned for a long time, scratched her head and said:

"Xingwang, I don't know what happened to me today. I kept asking my little sister if she knew where you hid your things.

She also asked me to take some time to renovate the chicken coop at home, saying that our chickens have started laying eggs and they laid two eggs today!"

The little girl nodded with a wronged look on her face and said in a baby voice:

"I hate my mother so much. The eggs were clearly mine to hatch chicks, but she took them all away..."

Zhang Xingwang quickly coaxed her and told her that they could continue eating eggs tomorrow. Only then did she smile again. Then she curiously asked why her fourth sister was not at home so late at night?

The eldest sister replied casually:

"Ruonan said she was strolling in the yard looking at the moon. Didn't you see her when you came back?"

Zhang Xingwang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He thought that he might not be able to keep this girl anymore. Did she see something?

The problem is that this guy is hard to guard against. I also want to find her, but it’s hard to find this girl during the day, let alone at night...

As soon as the eldest sister finished speaking, the fourth sister came into the room, panting and looking frustrated. She stared at Zhang Xingwang for a long time and then hurried back to the room. After a while, she came out with a piece of paper.

Zhang Xingwang felt more at ease when he saw the fourth sister's expression, but he fell silent again when he saw the paper the sister took out.

The only thing I saw on the paper was a plan of the courtyard and the nearby alleys, with notes on the side. I watched my fourth sister mark the moon gate and start to write and calculate, and I said firmly:

"Ruonan, you are in the third year of junior high school now. Do you have any idea of ​​living on campus? Living on campus will allow you to interact more with your classmates..."

After hearing this, the fourth sister stopped writing and said with a look of despair:

"Brother, do you dislike me?"

Zhang Xingwang looked at the floor plan on the table and replied with a firm look in his eyes:

“I just started to dislike it…”

Nothing new happened for two days. Today is a rest day. My mother said she had a headache and didn't want to get up, but her appetite was still good, so she asked her son to call her when it was time to eat.

Looking at his son who was about to speak but stopped, he covered his head and added a few more words, saying that his legs were not feeling well and he couldn't go far, let alone go back to the village, he couldn't even go to the department store...

Zhang Xingwang, who had nothing to do, prepared to go to the Intermediate Court to chat with the propaganda team members. Recently, he had been running to the village whenever he had time and had not had a good rest. He felt even worse than 007.

When he went over with the bricks, he found that there were only a few aunts chatting in the courtyard. There was only one aunt and the third aunt who had just turned around and left in the entire central courtyard.

After chatting with an old lady who was washing clothes, I learned that everyone in the courtyard is squatting in the vegetable market when they have free time, hoping to get some grains or other food beyond the ration.

Although they usually returned empty-handed, there was always some hope. Uncle Liugen simply sent his entire family out, saying they were going to the park to grab wild vegetables.

Zhang Xingwang could only sigh at the loneliness of being a master and was about to go back to the house when he suddenly saw Qin Huairu walking out of Sha Zhu's house. He subconsciously turned around and saw that Jia Zhang was peeking at him from the window.

Sha Zhu also came out with him, smiling as if he had picked up a beautiful wife, and said:

"Then I will wait for your good news."

After Qin Huairu responded, she saw Zhang Xingwang holding a brick. She was much better than Yu Li. Although she knew that the bricks were used as buttocks cushions, she still wanted to avoid him.

He forced a smile at Zhang Xingwang, said hello, and then trotted back to the house.

Sha Zhu also came to Zhang Xingwang at this time and said with a smug look on his face:

"My buddy's wife is secure this time. Just now, Jia's sister-in-law said she would introduce me to someone who is as beautiful as her..."

"Aren't you worried that there won't be enough food in the village?"

"Then there must be someone who scores. If she is the same as Jia's sister-in-law, then I won't be afraid."

"Brother Zhuzi, you are really honest. Why didn't you go out today? What if you find a wife from the city?"

When Sha Zhu heard this, his face darkened, as if he couldn't bear to recall the past. He dragged Zhang Xingwang into the house and started nagging him, almost crying.

It turned out that Sha Zhu was also impulsive and was badly treated by a girl. He didn't dare to go out for several days.

A few days ago, after getting ready as usual, Sha Zhu pushed his new car onto the streets to look for targets. Although he hadn't gained anything for such a long time, Sha Zhu still kept trying.

He also showed signs of being a little bit addicted, thinking that Zhang Xingwang was a reliable brother. Although he hadn't found a partner, it felt really good to go out and chat up pretty girls every day. What he didn't know was that high-end hunters often appeared as prey.

When I went out that day, I looked around and saw a girl. Although it was her back, based on my recent experience, her face definitely wasn't that bad.

After following her for a while, although I thought it was a bit strange that the girl was wandering aimlessly, I still prepared to approach her according to the old routine.

I locked the car and jogged over, only to find out that empiricism is deadly, but it was too late.