Free Days in Siheyuan

Zhang Guifang has seen with her own eyes that many people are desperate and clinging to their homes, hoping that those desperate people will find their conscience and let her go.

I don’t even think that the other party can do such terrible things, how can I still have a conscience?

Hearing that her niece was being praised, the old lady was so happy that her teeth were exposed, and she said with great relief: "Both of them are not good people. It would be better if they fight. Dog bites dog and the hair in his mouth is gone."

The old lady stayed in Zhang Guifang's room until after 8 o'clock, and then she left with satisfaction.

Watching the old lady leave, Zhang Guifang and Zhao Wenzhuo whispered about this matter. Zhao Wenzhuo couldn't help but frowned when he heard that Ma Daya was not only occupied with the family property, but also almost killed.

Zhao Wenzhuo frowned when he heard that the captain who was supposed to serve the villagers had now become the dominant figure in the village.

No wonder Brother Wu said when he was drinking with him a few days ago that the higher-ups have made up their minds and asked all parties to join forces to break the local clan power.

Certain clan forces entrenched in various places are a cancer. Not only have they monopolized many local opportunities, they have also affected and restricted local development.

However, these clan forces have been entrenched in the land of China for many years. They cannot be solved in a short time. I am afraid that we must be prepared for a long-term battle.

Seeing Zhao Wenzhuo's brows knitted together, Zhang Guifang patted his arm and comforted him: "Don't think so much, those people won't end up with anything good."

Although Zhang Guifang doesn't know much about national affairs, she knows that the country will never allow these people to hold back. Those who do evil will suffer consequences sooner or later.

After hearing Zhang Guifang's comfort, Zhao Wenzhuo's brows relaxed a little.

"It's getting late, you have to go to work tomorrow, so go to bed early."

"Yeah." After a while, Zhao Wenzhuo's slightly dull voice sounded.

Early the next morning, Zhang Guifang started looking for candidates for the old lady after she went to work.

Ma Daya's conditions can't be said to be good, but they can't be said to be the worst either.

Although a large number of people look down on Ma Daya, there are still some people who can't find a wife who can look up to her.

After all, although Ma Daya's child is not very beautiful, after cleaning it, she can be regarded as having a pretty face.

She is not very old either, she is only 21 this year, so it is still very easy for her to get married again.

Don't think that people in Beijing don't have to worry about finding a wife. There are many poor people in Beijing, and there are also those who can't find a wife. Once Ma Daya's conditions were released, a few families were interested and directly approached the matchmaker. Make peace.

Zhang Guifang summarized the information about those people, and when she got off work at noon, she ran to the old lady and explained to her the situation of each family in detail.

After the old lady and Ma Daya looked at each other, they said they would think about it and give Zhang Guifang an answer in the evening.

Zhang Guifang nodded, saying there was no rush and it was better to give more thought to important matters in life.

After saying this, Zhang Guifang was ready to get up and leave.

At this time, Zhang Yu, after wandering outside all morning, also walked to the entrance of the alley.

When he was about to turn the corner, seeing no one around, Zhang Yu took out thirty salted duck eggs and three pounds of pork belly from the space.

He discovered salted duck eggs when he visited the pigeon market last time. He bought four or five of them, wanting to change the taste and see how they were different from the ones he had pickled himself.

I finally tasted it and was amazed by the taste. It tasted much better than the salted duck eggs I had pickled myself. The duck egg yolk was both floury and gritty, and was dripping with butter. The egg white was also delicious, unlike the salted duck eggs I pickled myself. The ones that came out were not only salty, but also had a smell that I couldn't tell whether it was smelly or fragrant.

He's been fine lately, but he doesn't dare to go to the black market often because he's afraid that his sister-in-law will worry about him. I went to the pigeon market twice more. Compared with the black market, the pigeon market is much more relaxed.

In the eyes of many people, that place is already an open secret. Of course, when it comes to really good things, the pigeon market is really not as good as the black market.

However, it is also because of this that the pigeon market was overtly or covertly ignored during several inspections.

Zhang Yu was bored these days, so he went for a walk a few times. Not to mention, he really found a lot of good things.

Such as the hand-copied version of "Dream of Red Mansions", the pastel Taihu Qiucao cup from the Guangxu period, etc. The most popular one for Zhang Yu was the carved mother from the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty.

I have picked up a lot of things here and there in the past few days, and I have gained a lot.

It's just a pity that I didn't see the stall owner selling salted duck eggs again.

I didn't have any hope today, but I didn't expect that the other party was actually preparing to show up today.

Zhang Yu saw him outside the pigeon market. When he saw him walking into the pigeon market, he quickly blocked him in front of him and rounded up his salted duck eggs without letting him enter the pigeon market.

The stall owner was also shocked at first, but when he heard that Zhang Yu wanted to round his salted duck eggs, he immediately laughed.

This way, directly outsourcing it to one person would not only save trouble, but also save him the risk of setting up a stall.

Even if the pigeon market risk is small, it can't stop a leader from having a brain cramp one day and coming over to check it out.

After all, although this kind of thing is rare, it is not unheard of.

He had encountered this once in the first half of the year. Not only was the salted duck eggs confiscated, but he was also criticized, fined, and had to write a self-criticism.

Zhang Yu bought sixty salted duck eggs from him, and found out that the salted duck eggs in the other person's hands were gone and would not be available again until half a month later. He was satisfied.

After leaving the pigeon market, he found a deserted place and filled the space with the salted duck eggs.

Zhang Yu held the meat in his hand and stuffed the salted duck egg into his satchel.

The salted duck eggs cannot be taken out openly, but the meat does not matter.

After all, he is still receiving a salary from the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Everyone knows that he has money in his hands, and no one can say that he can occasionally subsidize his family and buy some things for his family.

As soon as Zhang Yu walked into the courtyard, he bumped into Zhang Guifang who was coming out of the old lady's house.

Looking at the meat in Zhang Yu's hand, and seeing a few old ladies coming over to talk to someone in the courtyard next door, Zhang Guifang's eyelids twitched as she kept looking here with probing eyes. He glared at his nephew.

Zhang Guifang said hurriedly: "You kid, your uncle just mentioned it casually, and you really bought it back. You have almost spent all the meat tickets you saved."

Zhang Guifang's words made Zhang Yu stunned for a moment, and he came to his senses when he saw the envious and jealous looks in the eyes of several old ladies in the courtyard next door.

He smiled and replied: "That's not possible. Since my uncle mentioned it, I, the nephew, can't pretend that he didn't hear it."

Seeing that her nephew understood what she meant, Zhang Guifang curled her lips, and then made a distressed look: "Did you travel a lot to buy this meat?"