It’s so awesome to have a good father. I just change my age to go to work. When I’m about to retire, I will change my age to a younger age and delay my retirement. I really envy Zhang Xiufang for having a good father.

As usual, Zhou Wenzhong stepped on the snow, kicked a stone under his feet, and took cheerful steps to the gate of the Siheyuan. The small stone under his feet also fulfilled its mission.

When the palm of his hand was heavy, two cloth pockets appeared in his hand. When he walked to his doorstep, he did not smell the smell of cooking. It seemed that they were all waiting for the rice to be put into the pot.

"Squeak..."

Zhou Wenzhong pushed the door and walked into the dining table in diameter and sat down. Before Zhou Deming went home, the remaining three people were sitting at the dining table. Two young people were doing their homework, and Ma Guihong continued to make women's cotton shoes.

"Boss is back! Hurry up and let me take a look at the food you bought. I heard from people outside today that I can't buy all the food at all. Thanks to your father's foresight, he asked you to go to Erliang Station to do odd jobs."

Zhou Wenzhong put the cloth bag on the table, took out the grain purchase book and placed it on the cloth bag. He clapped his hands.

"Look at it, I bought all of them, and they are all here."

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Ma Guihong opened the cloth bag with joy, and her smile instantly solidified, and then disappeared. Seeing that the cloth bag was covered with bran and bark powder, Ma Guihong shivered with her fingers and was so excited that she couldn't speak.

"This...Boss! What's going on!!!"

The tone was at least 8 sounds higher than that of decibels. Zhou Wenzhong stretched out his little finger and poked his ear, opened his cloth pocket and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ma Guihong threw the bran in her hand into her bag and said, "What's wrong? Is this food? What are these things!"

"Oh, you talk about this food? Fortunately, my father was foresighted and arranged a good job for me. There are regulations on the grain stations that he had to start with his own people, so that's it. If you don't believe it, you can ask someone for information. But, I advise you to think clearly before making trouble, what is the result of making trouble? And! What are you asking me about this? I can only say that this is a coarse grain recognized by the state! It is recognized!"

Ma Guihong was so angry that she wanted to turn the table up, and the two young men quickly stood up and walked to her mother, looking at the "grain" with their eyes open and unbelievably.

"I'm going to go to the toilet, and I'm so tired every day."

Zhou Wenzhong left this sentence, regardless of the expressions of the three of them, opened the door of the main hall and walked out.

"Wenzhong is back from get off work?"

"Isn't this my Uncle Wang? Where do I go to work? People like me who work odd jobs can only be called: working. Working? That's the name of a formal job. You praise me so much."

"Haha... you guys have a lot of misconceptions. Have you eaten? If you don't eat, come and have some food."

"It's done at home, so hurry up and go home, it's cold outside."

"Okay, let's talk about it another day. Let's go."

"Hey. Please slow down."

Zhou Wenzhong saw Yan Bugui standing at the door of his house in a daze, not knowing what he wanted to do, so he ignored him. He walked directly to the gate and sat on the threshold, followed the door frame, lit a cigarette in his mouth, and picked up the matchbox discarded by others on the ground.

This is a new problem that Zhou Wenzhong likes to collect matchboxes that others have used. To be precise, it is for the purpose of applying phosphorus on both sides of the matchbox.

“Beebee……”

"Hiss...huh...huh?"

Zhou Wenzhong exhaled a smoke ring and heard a whistle in his ear, accompanied by the shouting of several children chasing and fighting.

"Uh... Uncle Zhou, if you give way, we can't get through."

Zhou Wenzhong tilted his head and looked at the four children in front of him with snot bubbles.

"Who blew the whistle just now?"

A 5-6-year-old boy took a step forward with his head slightly lowered.

Zhou Wenzhong stretched out his right hand, spread it in front of him, and hooked his fingers.

"Bring it!"

The little boy grabbed the iron whistle on his chest with both hands and did not dare to say anything.

"Bring it! Don't let me tell you the third time."

"I'm going home to tell my dad!"

Zhou Wenzhong supported the ground with one hand, climbed up from the ground, walked to the little boy in two steps, grabbed the wool rope between his neck with his right hand, and grabbed the iron whistle with a force pull.

The yarn was wrapped around the index finger of the right hand, and the iron whistle also fell on the palm of the palm.

"Tell your dad, I didn't stop you. Do you know why you were asked to hand over the whistle?"

The little boy cried out with a "Wow...". The other three children turned around and ran to the back of the wire pile opposite the alley to hide, holding the wooden pile and poking their heads out to watch the fun.

"Crying? It's really a waste of time. Let me tell you the truth. Do you know Aunt Wu's house?"

The little boy cried for about 2 minutes, maybe he was tired of crying, or maybe he didn't cry to his family.

Wipe the tears, sucked a mouthful of snot, and replied weakly: "I don't know."

Zhou Wenzhong played with the iron whistle in his hand, which was a gadget as long as 10 cm and was not worth much money. This kind of thing was produced in a standard manner and should be a configuration item for the patrol officers before the Liberation.

"Since you don't know, I'll just talk to you, so that you won't be convinced. Aunt Wu's family just added a grandson, and after returning from the hospital, she fell asleep! A family of six finally made the grandson's sleep come over. If you blew the whistle and woke the child up, the effort of these days will be wasted. Do you understand?"

The little boy nodded to show that he understood and realized his wrong behavior just now.

"Where did this whistle come from?"

"Pick it up."

“Where did you pick it up?”

"I forgot."

"Do you know what this whistle is for?"

"It's for dogs who walk around the street."

[The dog on the street is a stinky foot patrol, another name used by the people to call the patrol police before liberation.]

"I don't know how to care about my neighbors at all. I've confiscated this whistle for now. I'll give you back to you by the end of the month. I'll save you some trouble in the next few days."

"Oh, remember to return it to me."

"What's wrong? Don't believe me as a cultural person?"

"No, no, no. Then you should talk about a specific day!"

"When is the day we are here today?"

"Well... I can't remember it anyway around February 10th."

"Just on February 31st, I will return the whistle to you on the 31st."

"Okay! Keep your word!"

"It's a must, I'm a scholar! I spit out a nail."

"Uncle Zhou, can I go home now?"

"Go back."

Zhou Wenzhong did a way out. The little boy stared at the whistle in Zhou Wenzhong's hand and turned around and left. When the three children across the alley saw this situation, they hurried into the courtyard.

As soon as I threw the iron whistle into the space, I heard a series of footsteps. I quickly sat back on the gate threshold and stretched out my legs to block the way of the people coming and going.

"Isn't this my most beloved Brother Zhuzi back?"

Sha Zhu was holding a net bag in his hand, looking at Zhou Wenzhong who was slumped on the door frame, feeling a little confused. What kind of morality is this? Lao Zhou didn't come out to take care of it?

"What are you doing when you lie on the ground? Let me go quickly, it's almost dark, who will step on you again if you don't pay attention to it?"

Zhou Wenzhong supported the ground with both hands, tried to move twice, and said in a panting, "Oh... my brother is so hungry that he can't stand up. The kind-hearted person who passed by just now gave me half a stick and a steamed bun, so I was so energetic to speak. Brother Zhuzi, what are you holding in your hand? I was just curious to ask."

Sha Zhu's mouth twitched, he raised his net bag and shook it and said, "This is the meal I brought to you from the factory for the rain girl."

Zhou Wenzhong shouted with fear of thumping his legs: "Oh, hey! No wonder everyone on the streets outside is rumoring that the Sihe Courtyard No. 95 is amazing! There is a young man named He Yuzhu in the yard. When he was a little older, he was alone without fear of wind and rain, and he was self-reliant and established a house with his own strength!

He forced himself to support a home! While pulling his sister to grow up, he stood at the steel rolling mill. Now he is a level 9 master! Whoever sees him can't praise him: Man!"

These few words made Sha Zhu so proud that he couldn't find him. Sha Zhu's chest straightened up, and his waist became even more straighter.

"I just now, an aunt passing by, and asked me about your family's situation! I asked me how old Yushui is this year? Does He Yuzhu have a partner? What kind of girl does He Yuzhu like? Did the elderly in the family give a marriage? Brother Zhuzi, you are not in front of you, and I can't help you answer randomly. If you already have a partner and I say the wrong thing again, it will make you a big mistake and I will really be guilty by the time you go!"

"oh?"

Sha Zhu squatted down, put the lunch box aside, took out the big front door of the box from his cotton jacket pocket, took out one and handed it to Zhou Wenzhong.

"Who asked you about my situation?"

"That's who! That's who! Oh, right! Aunt Feng."

The stupid pig scratched his chin and asked, "Aunt Feng's family? Who? Let's be more specific."

"There are two alleys separated from our yard, not far away. Some people also call her: Aunt Li."

What if he doesn't matter, Zhou Wenzhong just talks nonsense according to the surnames of the Hundred Family.

"What else did she say?"

"I didn't say anything. There was someone who followed her. The weather was so cold outside, so it was impossible for them to stay with me all the time! We just chatted a few casually. I heard what they meant. There was a lesbian named Yumei, who should be at the age of marriage. They came here just now, and they should be asking about the man's character, but! The result was that they were not very satisfied. I don't know who they talked to, and then they found out that you brother."

Sha Zhu asked excitedly, "What did you say?"

"Of course I'll tell the truth. The big factory workers and a master of level 9 live alone in the largest house in the yard. If you can't get married, the factory will be divided into houses. I'll point your location at home to them. Then they nodded and left."

Sha Zhu smiled, stood up with his legs, took out a lunch box from his cloth pocket, opened it and took out three 2-fold steamed buns, took out one and handed it to Zhou Wenzhong.

"You guy's answer is good. Remember to keep the person next time. Let's talk about it when I come back. If you do it well, I will have another reward."

"Hey~ I'll listen to you. Brother Zhuzi quickly go back to the house to cook for the girl Yushui. It's cold outside. Let's talk to you another day."

"Sure, you should go home early, let your father see your virtue! You may not be able to beat you again, what do you think!"

"hey-hey."

Sha Zhu shook his head, pulled out another big front door and threw it to Zhou Wenzhong. Zhou Wenzhong quickly bowed to give way, and Sha Zhu left with the lunch box.

Zhou Wenzhong took the steamed bun that weighed more than 2 taels, broke it from the middle, took out a piece of beef sauce from the space and put it into the steamed bun. He didn't feel choked and started eating it in such a big mouthful.

As soon as I ate the steamed buns, I didn't even burp, I heard the sound of the bicycle.
Chapter completed!