Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

"Hey, he's just an ordinary worker, maybe a level 6 fitter or something, I don't really understand."

Ran's mother waved her hands and said this, but the joyful expression on her face showed that she did not fail to understand, she was just taking the opportunity to show off.

"Hiss, I know this. There are only eight levels of fitter. Your son-in-law is already level six at such a young age?"

"So amazing, this is talent, sister-in-law of the Ran family, your Qiuye married well."

"Yeah, a level 6 fitter should make a lot of money a month, right?"

"That's right. Don't you see that this is a bicycle and a sewing machine? Can an ordinary family afford it?"

"That's right, I've seen that guy a few times, and every time he comes to my house he brings me delicious food and fish. I'm so jealous!"

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The women complimented him one after another, saying nice things for free, thinking that it would be more convenient to borrow the sewing machine in the future.

"Hey, stop talking. It's not as much as you think. I heard it's only about 70 yuan a month, which is barely enough to cover expenses."

Ran's mother said with a smile on her face, feeling very happy.

The women were shocked. More than 70 yuan a month was barely enough to cover expenses? This Ran family's sister-in-law was really too Versailles.

The words are divided into two parts.

After Zhang Zhiqiang took Ran Qiuye shopping, they came to the vegetable market, bought five kilograms of pork, some vegetables and a chicken, and prepared to take his wife back to Ran's home.

"Honey, why did you buy so many things? I don't even have a place to sit."

Ran Qiuye complained that Zhang Zhiqiang didn't feel bad about spending money, as he had plenty of things at home and always took so many things every time he went.

"Haha, don't be angry, wife, I'll hang it on the handlebars a little."

Zhang Zhiqiang smiled and made room for Ran Qiuye.

"What about the rest?"

There are so many things I bought, it is impossible to hang them all on the handlebars, Ran Qiuye asked as he looked at the remaining things.

"Wife, I have a good idea."

"any solution."

"That's you. Sitting in the car and carrying the bag, it's like you're exercising along the way, right?"

Zhang Zhiqiang suggested seriously.

"Go away! Why don't you carry it?"

When Ran Qiuye heard this, she thought it was a bad idea of ​​Zhang Zhiqiang to ask her to carry things.

"It's not impossible. I'm very good at riding a bike. I can just pedal with my legs without holding the handlebars."

Zhang Zhiqiang was not bragging, he really could do it. He could turn by just swaying his body slightly. However, he had never led anyone, so he didn't know if it would work.

"Come on, I'll carry you. You just want to throw me to death."

"My dear wife, look at what you are saying. How could I bear to throw you away when I love you so much?"

Zhang Zhiqiang said with a smug smile.

"Humph, who knows? Let's go."

Ran Qiuye was already in the car and ready.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhang Zhiqiang pushed his legs and rode the bicycle steadily.

Passersby stopped to watch. On the one hand, Zhang Zhiqiang and Ran Qiuye were a handsome couple, and on the other hand, they attracted a lot of attention wherever they went.

Secondly, Zhang Zhiqiang was riding a bicycle. Bicycles were rare in that era. Many people wanted to buy one but couldn't, either because they had no money or no tickets.

Thirdly, Zhang Zhiqiang bought a lot of things, including chicken and pork. Many people cannot afford so many things during the Chinese New Year, so wouldn't that attract a lot of attention?

"Honey, why do I feel like someone is secretly watching me?"

Ran Qiuye twisted her body and whispered to Zhang Zhiqiang, not to mention others, she herself felt weird for carrying things while sitting in the car.

"It's okay, my wife is pretty, so she gets a lot of attention."

"Return rate? What is that?"

When Ran Qiuye heard this word for the first time, he found it quite fresh.

"The so-called turning head rate is the frequency of people turning their heads on the street. Think about it, my dear, you are so beautiful, and all these people turn their heads because of you, so your turning head rate is high."

Zhang Zhiqiang explained to Ran Qiuye while riding his bike.

"No, I think I turned around because of you. You are tall, sunny and handsome, aren't you very eye-catching?"

Ran Qiuye retorted.

"Oh~~ So this is how I have always been in my wife's eyes. It's really a happy thing."

Zhang Zhiqiang suddenly realized that there was nothing more gratifying than having his wife say that he was pretty.

"No, you are just a bad guy and a scumbag."

This was the worst word Ran Qiuye could think of.

"Haha, I don't believe it. Let's go!"

Zhang Zhiqiang rode his bike a little faster, causing Ran Qiuye to exclaim in surprise.

Soon they arrived at the gate of Meiman Courtyard. After all, they had bicycles, which was very convenient.

"It's time to get off my wife."

"Oh, okay."

Ran Qiuye jumped out of the car, watched Zhang Zhiqiang pushing the car inside, and followed behind.

Bicycles are a rare commodity nowadays, so it’s safer to lock them in the yard.

As soon as Zhang Zhiqiang entered, he saw Ran's father sitting in the yard, complaining about something.

"Dad, why are you sitting in the yard?"

"Dad, I'm back."

Zhang Zhiqiang and Ran Qiuye said in unison.

"Ok?"

When Mr. Ran saw Zhang Zhiqiang and Ran Qiuye, he was stunned for a moment, thinking that his eyes were blurry. After rubbing his eyes and looking again, he realized that they were his daughter and son-in-law.

"Daughter, son-in-law, why are you back?"

Father Ran quickly stood up and walked towards the two of them.

"Dad, I miss you so much."

Ran Qiuye walked towards Ran's father excitedly.

Father Ran was so happy, he thought his daughter was going to give him a hug, and he felt a little touched.

"Hey, Dad misses you too. Huh?"

Before Mr. Ran could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped. Ran Qiuye did not give him a hug as he had imagined, but instead stuffed the bag in his hand into Mr. Ran's hands.

"Dad, where is my mother?"

Ran Qiuye asked.

When Mr. Ran heard this, he suddenly felt that "happiness belongs to others, I just think they are noisy". His daughter didn't think about him at all, and when she came back she actually asked for her mother. It was really too much.

"I'm chatting with the ladies in the yard at home. Didn't you buy a sewing machine for your home?"

Ran's father said helplessly that he was kicked out as soon as he entered. They said they had something to talk about and asked him to stay outside for a while.

"Yes, Dad. Has the sewing machine been delivered? What you are holding in your hands is the needle box and lubricating oil."

Ran Qiuye asked. She hadn't taken a good look at the sewing machine she bought yet.

"It's been sent back and is now displayed in the house. Qiuye, you don't know about it."

"Your mother moved my desk aside and used the space for her sewing machine."

Father Ran complained that, under his upbringing, both he and his daughter had read hundreds of books, and that Ran Qiuye also often used that desk, so she should be able to understand him, right?

"Did you move the desk?"

Ran Qiuye asked with a frown.

"That's right. I can't do anything to your mother."

Ran's father complained, but unexpectedly, Ran Qiuye's next sentence made Ran's father dumbfounded.

"Well done. That's a nice place with plenty of sunshine. My mom doesn't mind straining her eyes when doing manual work."

Ran Qiuye agreed, thinking that what Ran's mother did was absolutely right. A desk? How much does a desk cost? A sewing machine costs 165 yuan. It is an honor for the desk to occupy the desk's position.