Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"You..."

"Shut up."

Lou Bancheng glared at Lou Xiao'e, then turned his head to look at Zhao Xiyan and said, "Young man, you really don't look like a country boy..."

"Boss Lou, if we count three generations, who didn't come from the countryside?"

Zhao Xiyan shook his head and smiled, "Now is the time when poor and lower-middle peasants are in charge. City people naturally have the advantages of city people, but it's not good to take this advantage as a capital of pride."

Mrs. Lou's face was extremely ugly.

This was the first time she was scolded like this in her decades of life.

"Mrs. Lou, don't look at me like that. If you really want to deal with me, you can try."

Zhao Xiyan lit a cigarette and chuckled, "I believe that if you dare to touch me, there are 10,000 people above who want to clean up your Lou family..."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Lou Bancheng was amazed, "Young man, it's a pity that you are already married. If you weren't married, I really wanted to give Xiao'e to you."

Qin Huairu became nervous for a moment after hearing this.

She glared at Lou Bancheng fiercely. If she were in the countryside, she would have poured the soup on the table on his face.

"Don't worry, I can't enjoy it." Zhao Xiyan sighed, "These days... peace is better than anything else. Mr. Lou, we just met by chance, so don't make many things too clear."

If there must be a good person in the courtyard, it must be Lou Xiao'e.

Although this girl is spoiled, she is kind-hearted. Otherwise, with her knowledge, Xu Damao can't defeat her at all.

"That's right, peace is better than anything else."

Lou Bancheng sighed deeply.

But in his heart, he still didn't agree. He had taken half of the shares of the steel mill, and there was no reason for the higher-ups to continue to target him.

But Zhao Xiyan was right. He really didn't dare to touch the other party. Now it was the time for workers and peasants to make the decisions.

Lou Xiao'e glanced at her mother, who looked pale, and then at Zhao Xiyan, who looked like nothing had happened. She couldn't help but feel a little curious about him. After all, no one had ever made their mother so angry.

"Eat quickly, it will be dark soon." Zhao Xiyan looked at Qin Huairu and said.

"Eh."

Qin Huairu took a sip of the soup and felt very satisfied.

Yang Quanren, who was far away, looked at Zhao Xiyan with interest. He had just suspected that this guy was a child of a large courtyard. Now it seemed that it was true.

What country boy? If you believe him, you'll be a ghost.

The country boy could make Mrs. Lou speechless with just a few words. There was no swear word, but the threat was obvious.

Several people ate quietly.

Lou Bancheng originally wanted to chat with Zhao Xiyan for a few more words, but seeing that there were diners sitting around, he gave up the idea.

"Xiao Zhao, I can't eat anymore..." Qin Huairu said with a red face.

"Boss Yang, do you have a box? Take it away." Zhao Xiyan said loudly.

"Sure."

Yang Quanren came over with an antique wooden box and chuckled, "It's better to finish this roast duck today, otherwise it will be a bit fishy tomorrow."

"Eat it as a midnight snack later."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "How do you calculate the price of this box..."

"Just bring it back to me next time you come to eat." Yang Quanren smiled.

"No problem."

Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and handed it to him, then turned his head to Lou Bancheng and said, "Boss Lou, we're done, enjoy..."

"Okay."

Lou Bancheng nodded with a smile.

Mrs. Lou looked at Zhao Xiyan's back and couldn't help but grit her teeth and said, "This person is so rude..."

"I praised your daughter, and you pulled your face so long, and you still said that I was rude?" Lou Bancheng joked.

"This boy looks good and is eloquent. His wife may be upset in the future." Mrs. Lou sneered.

"He really doesn't like your daughter." Lou Bancheng shook his head and said, "Believe it or not, even if he is not married, he will not marry your daughter..."

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Lou Xiao'e blushed.

"Do you really believe what he said?" Mrs. Lou raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It's better to believe it."

Lou Bancheng smiled bitterly and stopped talking about it.

Lou Xiao'e was a little unconvinced. He didn't want to marry me? I don't want to marry him either?

But she thought about it and couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

This guy is married, and his wife is pretty.

Siheyuan.

Zhao Xiyan was dumbfounded as soon as he entered the door with Qin Huairu carrying a lunch box.

"Who did it?" Qin Huairu scolded.

"Don't shout."

Zhao Xiyan squeezed her hand and walked towards his home.

Let's call it a home, after all, almost all the windows were broken, and there was a big hole on the door.

Qin Huairu looked at the shabby house and couldn't help but hugged Zhao Xiyan and burst into tears.

Zhao Xiyan wasIt doesn't matter.

Since you want to play, you won't accept surrender.

After a while.

Qin Huairu wiped her tears and started to clean up. There was no bed in the house, so she had to sleep on the floor at night.

Zhao Xiyan sat on the threshold outside the house with a big horse and a golden sword, thinking about the sweep of Zhao's supermarket in his mind, with a little smile on his face.

With a flip of his right hand, an exquisite slingshot appeared in his hand. There was also a small bag on the slingshot, which was full of steel balls.

He bought this thing to play with himself. Although it was not a prohibited item, he didn't dare to take it out to hit small animals. He just hit cans on the rooftop at home.

The young people in the yard looked at him with gloating, especially the fair-skinned young man, whose mouth was almost grinning to his ears.

"Brother, it's very cold in this city at night, don't catch a cold."

"Brother is a good person, what's your name..." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"Xu Damao."

The fair-skinned young man came over and said with a smile, "Brother, this is Sijiucheng, not Zhangzhuang or Lizhuang..."

"Oh, from your tone, your ancestors are from Sijiucheng?" Zhao Xiyan said in surprise.

"Don't listen to his nonsense."

Shazhu said, "This kid is from Shanxi and came to Sijiucheng to beg for food during his grandfather's generation..."

"Hahaha."

Everyone laughed out loud.

Especially Zhao Xiyan, who laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

"Shazhu, go to hell, isn't your family the same?" Xu Damao sneered, "If your father hadn't learned to be a cook, how could you get into the steel mill with your appearance? You can't even beg for food."

"Xu Damao, you deserve a beating, don't you?" Shazhu stood up instantly.

"Shazhu, you can't let outsiders laugh at you." Jia Dongxu said calmly, "Although we are not from Sijiucheng, we were born and raised in Sijiucheng... much better than those country bumpkins."

"Brother Dongxu is right."

Shazhu sat back on the stool.

Xu Damao breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of being beaten by Shazhu, but was afraid of losing face in front of Zhao Xiyan.

After all, in his eyes, Zhao Xiyan was the lowest of the Siheyuan.

Abandoned by my father, he came to Sijiucheng to take over.

Just a country bumpkin who got lucky.