On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the weather was fine.

After the New Year, Sijiu City rarely had a nice day, although it was still so cold that people’s faces hurt.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and now every household is preparing to celebrate the New Year.

Red flags were planted outside alleys, on the streets, and in factories.

In the courtyard, the spirit of the new year is also brewing. The snow that has been ravaged by children is cleared away by the adults. The floor is swept and the house is cleaned. The courtyard is tidy and tidy in preparation for the arrival of the new year.

The happiest thing is the children. They wake up every morning and run out. Sometimes they don’t come home for a whole day and don’t care anymore!

crunch

Mr. Yang walked out of the door, looked at the sun above his head, then leisurely took out the pipe rod, put out a handful of tobacco and stuffed it into the pipe pot, then pressed it hard with his hand, and then took out a match and lit it.

"Master, where are you going today?"

In the yard, Mrs. Liu was playing with her children. When she saw Mr. Yang coming out, she said hello.

Everyone in the courtyard is familiar with Mr. Yang, and because of Yang Xiaotao, the people in the courtyard respect him very much.

"Ah, go for a walk outside!"

"There's nothing going on at home, let's go take a look!"

Yang Xiaotao got up early to go to work, and he had a lot of things to do at the end of the year, and Liu Huaimin alone could not handle them all.

Ran Qiuye took the child back to the courtyard. Ran's mother had a cold recently and her cough was always bad.

Last night, Yang Xiaotao took out two boxes of medicine and said that he had asked someone to get them from abroad. Ran Qiuye was so happy that he sent them over as soon as he got up early in the morning.

Originally, Ran Qiuye wanted to come back at noon, but Mr. Yang sent him away, saying that he was an adult and those who stutter would never die of hunger.

Yang Xiaotao wanted him to go to the machinery factory to have a look and solve the problem of eating at noon, but Mr. Yang also refused.

So, he was the only one left in the family.

Fortunately, I still have Wangcai with me.

He said hello to the people in the courtyard, walked slowly to the hanging flower gate, and looked at Yan Fugui who was cleaning up in the front yard.

"Hey, Uncle Yang. Where are you going?"

"Oh, Teacher Yan, let's go out and walk around..."

Mr. Yang replied with a smile, then walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Slow down, it's cold and slippery today, so be careful!"

"It's okay, it's okay..."

As he spoke, the master walked out of the gate and walked into the alley.

Yan Fugui watched the man and the dog leave, and couldn't help but secretly sigh, "What a blessing!"

Since Ran Qiuye helped Yan Fugui become a member of the rural school, Yan Fugui no longer has to worry about unemployment.

Although the wages at schools in the countryside are not as good as those in the city, there are benefits.

Especially during the holidays, there are souvenirs and noodles, and even good ones are rewarded with money.

Last time Yangjiazhuang Primary School organized a reward meeting before the holiday.

Yang Xiaotao went there at that time and brought a truckload of prizes.

I heard that there was a teacher named Liu Yonghui who directly rewarded me with a sewing machine.

That's a great thing. The women in the family can not only sew and mend, but also make clothes for daily necessities.

Thinking of the reward, his heart was filled with excitement.

He arrived late, so the reward was only a bag of sweet potato noodles.

During the Chinese New Year, each person was given two pounds of pork and a bag of eggs.

In the past, there would have been no pork, eggs, or even sweet potato noodles.

Therefore, Yan Fugui felt that it was very wise to get involved with the Yang family in the first place.

Naturally, I have a particularly fond impression of the Yang family.

Ahem

While he was looking at the gate in trance, there was a sound of coughing from behind. Yan Fugui hurriedly turned around and saw Yi Zhonghai walking out of the hanging flower door with his hands behind his back.

"Ouch, Lao Yi!"

Yan Fugui showed a professional smile and said, "Are you going for a walk?"

Yi Zhonghai showed a warm smile and said, "Yes, let's go out for a walk and stop by the old brothers' place."

"Oh, you have to hurry up and don't delay your meal!"

"I'm still busy cleaning, so I'll get busy first!"

After saying three sentences, Yan Fugui said "busy" with a smile on his face, then turned around and walked back into the house.

He knew in his heart that if he still dared to do the same thing as before, he would be falling off the Yang family's boat.

Anyone involved with the Qin family and the Yi family must be treated with caution.

Feeling the alienation emanating from Yan Fugui, Yi Zhonghai still kept a smile on his face, but felt even more desolate in his heart.

When he came out of the courtyard, he saw Yang Xiaotao's grandfather walking out.

So I deliberately lagged behind to avoid any embarrassment.

But when I heard the two talking at the hanging flower gate, I felt bad.

I think Yan Fugui looked like this when I was a great man.

All the rewards given by the street office have gone into this guy's pocket every year.

It's okay now, it's only been a few years, and this white-eyed guy has forgotten about it.

He looked at the people in the front yard and saw that none of them paid any attention to him, which made him feel even more depressed.

If this were ten years ago, who in this courtyard would dare to do this to him?

Who wouldn’t fawn over him?

But now?

One by one, they can't avoid it.

Seriously, when people leave and the tea cools down, the trees fall and the macaques scatter!

well!

I sighed in my heart and walked out.

Just as he walked to the gate, before he could go out, he saw Qin Huairu running into the yard in a panic, and the two almost bumped into each other.

"Huairu, what's wrong with you?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at Qin Huairu in surprise.

When Qin Huairu got up this morning, she went out to buy medicine with the money she had prepared.

This was what a few people had discussed last night, taking advantage of the new year to purchase a batch of medicinal materials and drinks, which will be used when spring comes after the new year.

That’s when everything revives, spring is here!

Anyway, Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu thought something was going on, so Qin Huairu went to a familiar drugstore in the morning to buy medicinal ingredients for medicinal wine.

Qin Jingru, on the other hand, took the wine tickets and money to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy wine.

Just seeing Qin Huairu come back empty-handed made Yi Zhonghai's heart skip a beat, and he had a worried look on his face.

"The money was lost? Or something happened?"

Yi Zhonghai asked tentatively, but Qin Huairu took two deep breaths before speaking anxiously.

"Master, it's bad, something happened!"

"Something happened?"

Yi Zhonghai shivered and quickly held on to the door frame and asked, "What is going on?"

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Qin Huairu's face was as sad as a concubine, "Today I took the prescription to the pharmacy to get the medicine, but the person who took the medicine looked at it and said that this was not a prescription prescribed by the doctor, and it cannot be used.

Get the medicine."

"I argued a lot, but the other party just refused."

"Then I had no choice but to find a doctor I knew well for help. The doctor told me that the higher-ups should strictly investigate and crack down on fraud. Once discovered, I would not do it again, and I would even have to eat peanuts."

"The doctor didn't give me a signature, so I had no choice but to go to the pharmacy and have sex with someone."

"But at the pharmacy, they won't arrest you. They also say that if it's urgent, you don't have money to see a doctor, and it's inconvenient, you can go to the subdistrict office and ask the director for a signature. That's fine."

"Can..."

Qin Huairu didn't finish her words, but everyone understood that they were the only ones working in the street. How could they have a good reputation? It would be strange if others would pay attention to her.
To be continued...