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

"Mom, I told you not to go over there, look what happened."

Qin Huairu said, preparing to step forward and take the things from Jia Zhang's hand.

"Clap~"

"Qin Huairu, what do you mean? I am your mother-in-law. It is your turn to teach me a lesson?"

Jia Zhang was already full of anger, and now Qin Huairu dared to come and join in the fun. Who else could she take her anger out on if not her?

"Mom, I didn't."

Qin Huairu covered her face, tears falling down her face, and said aggrievedly.

"Hmph, you'd better not have it. As long as I'm alive, it won't be your turn to make the decisions for the Jia family."

"What about the money from the sale?"

After Jia Zhang finished speaking in a stern voice, she walked up to Qin Huairu, took out three cents from her pocket, and put it into her own pocket.

"Mom, I bought the things with my own money."

Qin Huairu felt even more aggrieved. She had originally only lost 70 cents, but now she had lost one dollar.

"So what? This is the money I earned with my advice. It's mine to begin with."

Jia Zhang said as a matter of course, and without paying any attention to Qin Huairu, she went to bed.

Qin Huairu was helpless, knowing that she could not get the money back. She looked at the pens, ink and paper and became interested, as these things were worth some money.

Qin Huairu picked up her things and went back to Jia's house.

"Qin Huairu? I've already told you I don't want these things, why are you here?"

Yan Bugui didn't look happy when he saw Qin Huairu. She dared to ask for two dollars for these junks, as if she thought he wouldn't buy them.

"Third Uncle, you know I can't control my mother-in-law. I can't stop her from coming."

"We in the Jia family don't need these things, so we don't want more. Just take the fifty cents."

Qin Huairu said pitifully. Even though she knew that these were of no use to Yan Bugui, she had gotten used to it and would reveal such an expression inadvertently.

"A dime."

Yan Bugui rolled his eyes and said that he could indeed use these things, and writing two words on them would make him money.

Fifty cents is definitely too expensive, but asking for it for free is not good either, and it would require taking advantage of others. No matter how smart Yan Bugui is, he would definitely not be willing to do that. Ten cents is the best, and you can get the things without having to take advantage of others.

"This is too little."

Qin Huairu said in embarrassment that even if she added Jia Zhang's three cents, she would still be short of sixty cents.

"It's just one cent. If it works, it works. If not, forget it."

Yan Bugui said firmly, looking at Qin Huairu with confidence, thinking that Qin Huairu would definitely agree.

"Thank you, Uncle Three."

Qin Huairu left after saying this, obviously refusing.

Yan Bugui was a little dumbfounded. Why did he refuse? Who else would want this thing except himself?

Qin Huairu felt that it was unnecessary. These things must be worth more than 50 cents. What's the use of 10 cents? You can't buy meat with them. It's better to leave them at home. Maybe Banggeng can practice his calligraphy.

The words are divided into two parts.

"Qiangzi, why are all the people in your courtyard like this?"

Father Ran asked, frowning.

He heard from Ran Qiuye that Zhang Zhiqiang had a bad relationship with the people in the courtyard. He originally thought that it takes two to tango and Zhang Zhiqiang must have been involved to some extent. But now he sees that everyone in the courtyard is like this.

These days, every household has a hard time, and there are some troubles in their yard, but most people are normal.

"This is just the beginning. My parents passed away when I was in junior high school."

"The things in the house were almost emptied out. You saw that old man in our yard. He was so hypocritical."

"He is good at moral blackmail. Dad, can you believe it? I am already a level 4 fitter, but it is difficult for me to support myself in a month."

Zhang Zhiqiang sneered, he still hasn't forgotten these things, these people will definitely not have a good ending in the end.

"How did this guy become a big shot?"

Father Ran frowned and said, it's a new society now, and there are still such "patriarch" type people, what do they want to do?

"If you do too much evil, you will eventually perish. Or maybe God opened his eyes because he schemed too much. He still has no children."

"If you like to eat the extinct, you will end up becoming an extinct person yourself."

Zhang Zhiqiang sneered.

Father Ran didn't know what to say. He just felt that his son-in-law must have suffered in the past, and he now stood on Zhang Zhiqiang's side.

"Dad, I'm going to deliver couplets to Aunt Zhou and the others this afternoon. Do you want to go home too?"

Zhang Zhiqiang asked, the Ran family must be putting up couplets, so it would be better to do it all at once today.

"Okay, now that you've posted it, you don't have to go back."

Ran's father agreed.

The two people were walking in different directions. Zhang Zhiqiang originally wanted to ride his own bicycle while Ran's father would ride Ran Qiuye's bicycle.

But Ran's father didn't want to, why should he let a man like me ride a ladies' bicycle? No, he didn't want to ride it.

Zhang Zhiqiang told Ran’s father that it was nothing, it was just a bicycle, just a means of transportation.

Father Ran: Okay, so it’s a means of transportation, right? Then you ride your wife’s and I’ll ride yours.

Zhang Zhiqiang was completely defeated!

Finally, Ran Qiuye took action and let Zhang Zhiqiang ride his own bicycle. After all, Zhang Zhiqiang had ridden a bicycle before and was familiar with it, so he gave his bicycle to Ran's father.

He had to listen to his wife's words, so Zhang Zhiqiang finally accepted this plan.

…………

Zhang Zhiqiang and Ran's father pushed their bicycles to the front yard and were seen by Yan Bugui who was selling couplets at a stall.

"Qiangzi, are you getting ready to go out? Come here, Uncle San will give you a pair of couplets."

Yan Bugui said with a smile that it was definitely worthwhile to send the couplet to Zhang Zhiqiang. After all, Zhang Zhiqiang was a talented person and was already a seventh-level fitter at a young age.

Yan Bugui had a plan. Yan Jiecheng was now doing odd jobs and could not pay him much money in a month. Yan Bugui wanted Zhang Zhiqiang to think of a way to see if he could get Yan Jiecheng to work in the steel rolling mill.

This way, Yan Jie can give me more money every month, right?

It was also because Zhang Zhiqiang put all the couplets he had taken into a cloth bag and did not take them out, otherwise Yan Bugui would not have said such words.

"No, Uncle San, my dad and I have something else to do, so let's not talk about it for now."

After Zhang Zhiqiang refused, he went out with Ran's father.

After Ran's father left, Zhang Zhiqiang took out a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine from the system, and then walked towards his master Cheng Hongjun's house, saying that he was going to deliver couplets, but he couldn't really deliver couplets, as that would be too simple.

Although it is said that a gift of a goose feather from a thousand miles away is more valuable than the thought behind it, this is less than a thousand miles, and it only adds up to less than ten kilometers, so we must send more.

It happened that Zhang Zhiqiang signed in a few days ago, and the system gave him a lot of New Year's goods, including chicken, duck, fish, meat, fireworks and firecrackers, as well as a lot of cigarettes and alcohol as gifts. This just solved Zhang Zhiqiang's problem of buying New Year's goods and saved him a lot of money.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Zhiqiang rode his wife's bicycle to the courtyard where his master lived.

"dong dong dong~"

"Master, I'm here."

Zhang Zhiqiang knocked on the door.

"Qiangzi is here."

The person who opened the door was Cheng Hongjun's daughter-in-law, Zhang Zhiqiang's master's wife.

The master's wife was not tall and was thin and small. She had a kind temperament and especially liked the young man Zhang Zhiqiang.

Especially after hearing that the watermelon he ate was given by Zhang Zhiqiang, he treated Zhang Zhiqiang even better. Seeing Zhang Zhiqiang was like seeing his own son.