Outside the alley, Shazhu pulled a streetcar and walked step by step against the wind.

The car was covered with a quilt, which was bulging inside. Qin Huairu was still holding the quilt aside, with her head lowered and her face looking haggard.

People at the entrance of the alley saw Banggan wearing a blindfold in the car. Although his head could still move, his face was sallow, and he looked like he was suffering.

"Banggen, we're home."

Qin Huairu glanced at the courtyard, and then spoke softly.

Bangge tried hard to raise his head, but he could only raise it halfway. He looked at the door frame in front of him and felt familiar.

"gone."

Silly Zhu shouted, and the two of them pulled the car through the gate, then passed the hanging flower gate and came to the middle courtyard.

When the remaining women and children in the courtyard saw this scene, they started talking about it.

In Jia's house, Mrs. Jia Zhang had a severe headache. She was flipping through the painkillers when she heard the voices of Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu.

When she looked up, she saw two people carrying a rolled up quilt in and placing it on the bed.

"This this..."

Just as Jia Zhang was about to speak, she saw the person inside, "Banggan, Banggan!"

"My great grandson, BangGeng, please speak, BangGeng~~~"

Mrs. Jia Zhang didn't care about her headache, she threw herself directly on Banggeng and howled.

"Milk~"

BangGeng replied, and Jia Zhang immediately wiped her tears after hearing this, "BangGeng, what's wrong with you?"

"Let grandma see what's going on."

As he said that, he was about to lift the quilt to see what was going on.

Just the next second, Jia Zhang jumped away again, and even reached out to slap her nose.

"It stinks!"

Silly Zhu shouted from the side and walked aside.

Qin Huairu immediately stepped forward, and then saw the crotch of Banggeng's pants, and a smell came from it.

Qin Huairu quickly picked up Banggen, and then saw the color appearing under the quilt, a flash of anger flashed on her face, "Banggen, why didn't you say it?"

Banggeng stared at his left eye, his face full of grievances.

"I, I don't know."

He really didn't feel it. If he could control it, he would have said it long ago.

At this time, Jia Zhang who was standing aside looked at the scene in front of her, which was so similar to the scene in her mind.

At that time, it was Jia Dongxu who was lying here.

But now, it has become a joke.

At first, Jia Dongxu couldn't take care of himself and relied entirely on her and Qin Huairu to take care of him.

Now, Banggeng is like this too, but can she still take care of her?

'Is it possible that our Jia family has caused something dirty?'

Looking up at the roof, she remembered the strangeness on the house and how many times the word 'death' appeared in her nightmares.

And since then, things have not gone smoothly for their Jia family.

I also thought about the strange things and tragedies that have occurred over the years. It seems that there is something wrong with my family's feng shui.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Jia Zhang felt dizzy and threw herself on Banggeng's butt.

In the evening, Yang Xiaotao returned to the courtyard from the machinery factory.

After passing the hanging flower gate, as soon as we entered the central courtyard, we saw Qin Huairu guarding the basin and washing it diligently in front of the pool.

Look at the things in that basin, there are quite a few.

However, I really don’t know what she thinks about doing laundry in such a cold weather.

Qin Huairu shook the water off her fingers. The cold water droplets were like needle pricks, and her fingers were so cold that they lost all feeling.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao striding over, he glanced at him, then lowered his head and beat him hard again.

Now that the Yang family has a washing machine, they don't have to worry about freezing their hands when washing clothes in the winter, but she can only struggle in the cold water, which is as cold as her life!

Yang Xiaotao didn't pay attention to the change in Qin Huairu's face. He just walked to the yard and heard the sound of crying and shouting from Jia's house. He faintly heard that there was a ghost in the house. What about old Jia Xiaojia? He was thinking about Jia Zhang's family.

He's acting like a monster again.

"came back!"

Ran Qiuye was working on the sewing machine in the house. It was getting cold now, and Ms. Cui had no preparation for coming to the north. She just wanted to make a pair of cotton gloves. She happened to have fabric and cotton at home, so she started making them when she had time today.

When he saw Yang Xiaotao coming back, he asked and continued working with his head down.

"Where are grandma and the others?"

"Going to mom's house."

"Going with the kids again?"

Ran Qiuye raised his feet and said, "Isn't this the commotion in the courtyard? I just want to go to Mom's place to relax."

Yang Xiaotao walked aside and sat down, picking up a prepared glove, "What happened in this courtyard again? I heard ghosts crying and wolves howling in the house."

Ran Qiuye picked up the remaining cloth and folded it in half to sew, "What else can happen? The Jia family's burdock root is back."

Then Ran Qiuye talked about what happened in the lower courtyard.

In the middle of the afternoon, Qin Huairu took the stick back and now placed it at Jia's house.

Later, I don’t know what happened, but Mrs. Jia and Zhang ran out of the yard like crazy and started shouting.

He was going crazy, saying everywhere that the Feng Shui of the Jia family was not good, otherwise there would not have been such trouble at home, and they made a fuss for half the afternoon.

Everyone said that Jia Zhang had really become a demon this time.

After Yang Xiaotao heard this, he felt that Mr. Jia Zhang could not bear the blow of reality, and that his head was sick and abnormal.

Regardless of whether Jia Zhang was a monster or not, Yang Xiaotao walked to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

After the two of them had dinner, Ran Qiuye continued making gloves.

Since it was done for Ms. Cui, Comrade Lao Jin’s work would be no better.

As for Mr. Yang, he already had it.

Yang Xiaotao came to the study, took out the drawings from his bag, and began to design the steel rolling mill.

During the day, Yang Xiaotao went to the steel factory to check the production status of tin-plated iron. Although the newly built three-roller rolling mill was used, the tin-plated iron finally produced was still far behind that of foreign countries.

Even the old Taoists are not satisfied.

After all, the relevant departments don’t want to use this level of tin-plated iron.

With no other choice, Yang Xiaotao could only ask the R&D Department to redesign the rolling mill.

Since the three-roller one doesn't work, then use the four-roller one.

You can't just stick to such a good alloy material as tin-plated iron.

Therefore, Yang Xiaotao also joined in the design.

Yi Zhonghaijia.

Silly Zhu lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, feeling shackles in his heart.

What Jia Zhang said during the day made his heart feel cold.

The Jia family's feng shui is not good.

Thinking back to what happened to the Jia family over the years, one scene after another, the Jia family was unlucky one by one.

Moreover, he also discovered that not only the Jia family had a bad end, but also the people who were close to the Jia family suffered.

Just like him, Silly Zhu, who lost his house and his wife, ended up finding a widow.

There is also a big man, because he is Jia Dongxu's master, he also suffered a disaster and lost his job.

As for the deaf old lady in the backyard, something unexpected happened.

From this point of view, the Jia family's house is really unclean.

In this way, do you still dare to ask for it?

No matter how tough my life is, I am still afraid of this mysterious thing.

What if you live in it and your life is at risk?

If you can just kick your legs and go, it will be worry-free.

I'm afraid of being like Jia Dongxu, who can't die and still suffers in bed, then...
To be continued...