Many people went to Li Yulan's door early in the morning to look inside.

But in the end, they all just fanned with their hands and went to work.

It's late summer, and the aftermath of the autumn tiger is still there.

In two days, the corpse will stink.

Yi Zhonghai also lived in the middle courtyard and felt very responsive.

But let him move it himself, that's impossible.

He did not covet any furniture from Li Yulan.

Some time ago, he had just been promoted to a seventh-grade fitter, and his monthly salary was too high to spend.

If you go further, it is the highest level eight.

At that time, not only in the courtyard, but also in the huge Red Star Rolling Mill, the status is also very high.

There's no need to compete with other people for furniture.

It's a shame.

And he, as the eldest master of the courtyard, must establish a good image.

Jia Zhang can scold the street like a shrew, he can't.

Things must also appear fair enough.

It's just that there are too many people who covet this time, wolves have more meat and less meat, and it is not good for him to participate too much.

In the end, very few people get a good share.

Not from the few, but from the uneven.

He understands this.

So he simply does not participate.

Although Li Yulan's body was still in the house, he knew that it would not be long before someone was moved.

If you slow down, you may not be able to divide things.

Not everyone is as well-fed as he is.

Most of the residents in the courtyard have a tight life.

Especially like furniture, no one is enough.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Li Yulan's house in disgust and walked out.

He is more patient than anyone.

When everyone competed, or even fought hard, he appeared again.

At that time, it will be more able to stabilize his position.

Otherwise, it is easy for people with intentions to accuse him of being biased.

Many of the residents in the yard are men who work, while women stay at home to do housework and take care of their children.

There are very few dual-income families.

In the past, as long as it was not a heavy rainy day, they would basically gather in the courtyard to chat.

Today is an exception.

But the number is no less than usual.

The two aunts in the front yard and the three mothers in the backyard also gathered in the middle courtyard.

The most conspicuous was Jia Zhangshi, who was sitting in front of Li Yulan's house with a chair.

The chair was still moved out of the house.

At this moment, Jia Zhangshi is like a wild dog peeing around a telephone pole, declaring his sovereignty.

She took a fancy to Li Yulan's house.

And all the furniture in the house.

Now the family of four sleeps on one bed, which is simply not enough sleep.

And the stick terrier also needs a house when he grows up, otherwise how to please his daughter-in-law.

As for the Yan family and the Liu family, who had the same situation, they were not in her consideration.

Everyone couldn't help but mutter.

"She is treating Li Yulan's family as her own, right?"

"How greedy!"

"That is, yesterday I was reluctant to let my son help, and today I want to occupy the house."

"How can there be such a good thing under the sun."

"Forget it, she's going crazy, just like a mad dog!"

"Bitten by a dog, the old lady can't fight back?"

"People are mad dogs, aren't you afraid?"

"It's a pity for Huairu. Such a good girl married into the Jia family. "

"But no, she also said that Lao Jia was killed by her, and she wanted her to be a cow and a horse for the Jia family for the rest of her life."


Qin Huairu, who was washing clothes for the family, silently lowered her head.

She could vaguely feel that the people around her were discussing her and the Jia family.

This made her face a little hot.

But she did not dare to persuade Jia Zhang.

Because that will only invite endless invective.

Qin Huairu wrung out his clothes and sheets hard, and last night the stick terrier wet the bed again.

After drying his clothes, Qin Huairu hurriedly returned to the house and began to step on the sewing machine.

This is one of the dowries.

Once she was happy about it!

But later I realized that this was the Jia family in order to squeeze her more.

With a sewing machine, you can take on some odd jobs in textile factories.

So in her free time, as well as at night, she has to step on the sewing machine.

More subsidies can be made a month.

Otherwise, relying on Jia Dongxu's unchanged first-class fitter death wage, I am afraid that he will starve to death.

The sound of "clicking" masks the discussion outside.

But she still felt that someone was talking about it in her ear.

Near noon, Qin Huairu began to prepare lunch.

Porridge, steamed buns, pickle pimples.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

She was still scolded.

The reason is that the stick terrier shouts about eating meat again.

And she didn't find a way to get the meat.

It's so easy to get meat these days.

Dumplings with leek and pork filling can already be enjoyed in the New Year.

Qin Huairu looked at Li Yulan's house from time to time.

Maybe it's not a bad thing to die.

To live is to suffer!


That night, there was a strong wind.

Li Yulan's door was not closed, and it was slammed by the wind.

The wind whistled, like a cry.

On this night, the residents of the courtyard had their doors closed.

But a day passed, and still no one sent Li Yulan.

There was not even a single notice to the crematorium.

Day 3.

Yan Bugui originally wanted to ask his two sons to prepare to send Li Yulan away, but found that the two had gone out early.

This Yan Bugui is half angry!

It's not okay to drag it on any longer.

And there was already a faint smell of corpses in the yard.


Yan Bugui was about to go out to find his two sons, but as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he was shrouded in a tall figure.

Yan Bugui, who paused in his steps, raised his head with great effort and stared blankly at the young man in front of him who was like a small mountain.

He swore he had never seen a man so burly in his life.

The tiger's back bear's waist, Kong Wu's powerful, the ox is tall and the horse is big....

As a teacher, he felt that his vocabulary was a little lacking.

I don't know how to describe the man who brought him a great sense of oppression.

Because this man was carrying a giant horned bow.

The horned bow looked bigger than his whole person.

I don't know what kind of arm force can pull apart.

And the man was carrying a huge wild boar on his back, which looked to weigh two or three hundred pounds.

There were also dried blood stains on the brutal fangs.

Yan Bugui couldn't help but tremble in his calves.


What kind of monster is this?

Shouldn't the boar have been shot by him and then punched to death?

Such a person punches himself, I am afraid that he will directly kill him!

Yan Bugui was frightened on the ground, his mouth straight.

The young man glanced at Yan Bugui in surprise, then showed a mouthful of big white teeth and said with a smile, "It turns out to be a courtyard full of poultry." "

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