Siheyuan: I am stupid, I don't want to be a bootlicker

He Yuzhu nodded in agreement, knowing that Bing Xiaobing was afraid that there would be too many people on the street and he might be seen by someone with ulterior motives.

I got off the GAZ convertible and rode my bike back to the courtyard.

When I got home, my wife had woken up and my mother-in-law came over.

He took a sip of water, said hello, and went to the house of an old man opposite.

When it comes to what kind of steel pipes a steel rolling mill can produce, who could know better than this eighth-level fitter, Mr. Yida?

What is the concept of an eighth-level fitter?

To sum it up in eight words: filing an aircraft carrier by hand is comparable to a machine tool.

When the old man heard He Yuzhu ask him to accompany him to the street office, he didn't ask what it was and they went out together.

He Yuzhu rode a bicycle with an old man and arrived at the street office in a short while.

Today is Sunday and there are not many people in the street office.

No one knew where Bing Xiaobing's GAZ convertible had gone. He was talking to Uncle Li in the guard room.

Uncle Li ignored him and just kept smoking his pipe.

He Yuzhu walked into the guard room, took out a box of white cigarettes from his trouser pocket and put it on the table with a smile:

"Hey, Uncle Li, try my good cigarettes today."

This is Zhonghua, the white box Zhonghua.

There's nothing special about it, just two words: "special supply".

The old man didn't understand any of this and just thought it was a box of good cigarettes.

When Bing Xiaobing saw the box of White Zhonghua cigarettes, he immediately became interested and looked at Uncle Li with hope on his face, as if he was almost writing:

"Uncle Li, if you don't want me, please don't give it to me."

Uncle Li put away his cigarette and glared at He Yuzhu:

"You have a conscience, if you have anything to say, just tell me. I'm going to take a walk."

As Uncle Li was speaking, he had already left the guard room.

The little soldier also put away the smile on his face, took out the earth spray gun, handed it to the old man, and asked him to take a good look at it.

The old man didn't understand what was going on and looked shocked.

Only after He Yuzhu told him Bing Xiaobing's identity did he relax a little.

He took the gun, touched the barrel, and nodded immediately:

"This is what our factory produces. Other branches can't do such delicate work."

When Bing Xiaobing heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he immediately thanked the old man:

"Comrade Yi, thank you very much, you have helped us a lot.

Please keep this matter confidential and don’t tell anyone else.”

"Hey, police officer, don't worry, I know the severity of the situation."

The old man nodded quickly.

Before leaving, Bing Xiaobing subconsciously glanced at He Yuzhu's trouser pocket, and the meaning was clear.

"I only brought this box today. I'll get you another one tomorrow when I'm free."

He Yuzhu was not stingy either. He had at least a dozen cigarettes in his space anyway.

When I cooked for those old men, every family gave me gifts of thanks.

"Sure, then I'll wait."

When Bing Xiaobing heard this, he immediately grinned.

On the way back with He Yuzhu, the old man couldn't help but ask:

"Zhu Zi, is there any story behind that white box of Zhonghua?"

That policeman is the chief of the Criminal Investigation Section of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Why would he specifically ask for a pack of cigarettes?

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The two were not in a hurry when they came back. He Yuzhu was pushing the bicycle and an old man was walking beside him.

Hearing the old man's question, He Yuzhu laughed and took out another box from his pocket and handed it to the old man:

"Uncle, this is a good thing. I don't have much. Please try it."

The old man took the cigarette, looked at it carefully, but couldn't see anything special.

"Uncle, this cigarette is special because of two words: special supply!"

He Yuzhu was talking as he pushed his bicycle across the road.

When the old man heard the word "special supply", his hand holding the cigarette trembled and almost dropped it to the ground.

"Special supply?"

This thing...why does it sound so mysterious?

"Hey, uncle, put it away quickly."

He Yuzhu reminded him with a smile, and the old man came to his senses and followed him back to the courtyard.

Even after entering the house, the old man's head was buzzing. Xiao Lingxi called him several times but he didn't respond.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing her husband looking so absent-minded, the aunt was a little worried.

"what?"

The old man finally came to his senses and looked at the old woman and the two children surrounding him with blank eyes.

"What were you doing outside? You acted like a hysteric when you came back. You ignored Lingxi's calls."

The aunt heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that her husband had finally come to his senses.

"It's okay, it's okay, I was just thinking too much."

The old man forced himself to suppress the huge waves in his heart, forced a smile and said something.

Then, he subconsciously touched his trouser pocket with his right hand and quickly took out the cigarette.

He took it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time before he carefully took it and put it in the chest of drawers.

Open the cabinet door and pull out a small, exquisitely gilded wooden box from the bottom, with a small copper lock hanging on it.

He put down the white box of Zhonghua cigarettes in his hand, unbuckled his belt, took out a key from the pocket sewn on his shorts, and opened the small wooden box.

The wooden box was square and didn't look very big, but inside it were neatly stacked stacks of banknotes.

Judging from its thickness, it costs at least two thousand yuan.

Under the banknotes were two small yellow croakers and three big gold ingots, which were all the old man's belongings.

At this time, the old man carefully put the white box of Zhonghua cigarettes in his hand into the small wooden box.

Finally, he closed the box, locked the brass padlock, put the key back into his shorts pocket, and fastened his belt again.

After doing all this, the old man took a deep breath, as if he had accomplished something very great.

The aunt looked at her husband with a strange expression on her face, thinking that he had never been so meticulous even when visiting his ancestors' graves during the holidays.

However, he didn't ask any more questions and just went to cook.

He Yuzhu naturally didn't know about the old man's actions. When he returned home, the meal was already ready.

At the dinner table, he subconsciously glanced at his father-in-law. His father-in-law shook his head slightly, and he felt relieved.

After dinner, Lou's mother chatted with her daughter for a while, and only went home with Lou's father when it was dark.

After He Yuzhu and his wife finished washing up and went out of the house to get some water, they happened to meet Qin Huairu coming back from outside.

"Zhu Zi, are you done washing up?"

Qin Huairu was in a good mood and greeted He Yuzhu with a smile.

"Hey, Sister Qin is back."

He Yuzhu responded and went into the house.

These days, Qin Huairu goes out early and comes back late, and basically doesn't eat at home in the afternoon.

However, every time I went home, the small cloth bag was bulging and I had no idea what was in it.

The gossipy women in the yard would sometimes mutter a few words.

But most of them just ignore it and think it has nothing to do with them.

At night, He Yuzhu hugged his wife and got into bed. His wife's belly had already swelled a little.

He Yuzhu became a little bolder, and these days he often discussed the plot of Jin Ping Mei with his wife.

His wife finally relaxed a little, which made him very happy.

As soon as he got into bed, his two big hands started to act unruly again.

Lou Xiao'e closed her eyes and hummed, talking to her husband in a disjointed manner.

"That kid Bang Geng, I'm really a little worried about him."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

He Yuzhu asked casually, and seeing that his wife still had time to think about others, he couldn't help but put a little more strength in his hands.

"what……"

Lou Xiao'e couldn't help but scream, and pinched He Yuzhu fiercely, then narrowed her eyes and spoke lazily:

“He talks to me quite often these days.

Qin Huairu goes out early and comes back late every day, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

But I was powerless and cried secretly under the covers every night."

He Yuzhu didn't want to hear this at the moment. Seeing his wife's body gradually softening, his heart became even hotter.

I couldn't help but lean close to my wife's ear and whisper a few words.

Lou Xiao'e's face turned red in an instant.

"Brother Zhuzi..."

She let out a low cry, her pretty rosy face full of shyness.

"Hey, you're my wife, there's no need to be so shy."

He Yuzhu couldn't bear it any longer, so he helped his wife sit up, and he stood on the kang.

The moonlight shines through the window, and it seems that even the shadows on the curtains are dyed pink.

The next day, He Yuzhu felt refreshed and got up early.

He hummed "Eighteen M" quietly, thinking about how his wife looked last night, and quickly made breakfast.

Today I had meat buns and millet porridge with wolfberry and red dates.

When my daughter-in-law got up, her cheeks were red and her body was a little weak.

He Yuzhu chuckled and wanted to help her put on her clothes, but was driven out of the bedroom by Lou Xiaoe.

They went to the backyard to call the deaf old lady, had breakfast together, and then the couple went out to work together.

After entering the cafeteria and greeting everyone, He Yuzhu began to give instructions to Ma Hua.

Although Ma Hua, this apprentice, has no talent, he is willing to work hard.

After following He Yuzhu for so many days, I have made great progress.

The most important thing is that when this guy first entered the cafeteria, he was as thin as a bamboo pole.

At this moment, it is visibly rounder than before.