Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Outside the steel mill.

"Xiao Zhao, did the director really give you thirty yuan?" Qin Huairu tilted her head and asked.

"You can't lie about this."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "I'm just taking this as an excuse to take you out for a walk. You're bored in the HR department anyway."

"Who said that?"

Qin Huairu said coquettishly, "I'm learning to read with Sister Liu now. She said I can learn ten words a day... I can learn everything in a year."

"Is that so?"

Zhao Xiyan touched his chin and said, "How about I take you back? I can't delay your studies, right?"

"Ah, Xiao Zhao..."

Qin Huairu shouted unwillingly and reached out to catch him.

But Zhao Xiyan was so smart that he ran away a long way after he finished speaking.

One of them ran in front and the other chased behind, which stunned the group of people in the security department.

After the two ran for a while.

Zhao Xiyan was still caught by Qin Huairu.

"Xiao Zhao, are you still going to run away..."

"No, no."

Zhao Xiyan waved his hand and said, "Let's go home."

"Ah? Go home? Didn't you say you were going to buy clothes?" Qin Huai was surprised.

"I only have 30 yuan in my pocket, what clothes can I buy?" Zhao Xiyan said helplessly, "I'll find a way to deal with the clothes, let's go back and rest."

"Then... I'll buy you good clothes when I get paid." Qin Huairu whispered.

"I said I'll find a way, don't worry." Zhao Xiyan pinched her little face and said, "Qin Huairu, I'm the man of the family, I'll do these things myself... Can you just leave it alone?"

"I... I know."

Qin Huairu looked at the surprised eyes of passers-by and wanted to bury her head in Zhao Xiyan's arms.

"Let's go home."

Zhao Xiyan took her hand and walked towards the courtyard.

Although the salary is not high now, the clothes are not cheap.

A hand-made silk buttoned cheongsam dares to sell for 300 yuan, a men's shirt for 30 yuan, a women's shirt for 20 yuan, and a wool coat for several hundred yuan.

So he really can't buy any good clothes with his 30 yuan.

Siheyuan.

"Hey, you got off work so early?" The third aunt was surprised.

"No, I have something urgent to do."

Zhao Xiyan glanced at Yan Jiecheng who was sitting next to her and smiled, "Jiecheng is not going to school today?"

"What the hell is going to school."

The third aunt said unhappily, "This kid failed the high school entrance exam twice. Today his father will beat him to death when he comes back."

"Mom."

Yan Jiecheng shouted unhappily.

Zhao Xiyan didn't care, but he didn't want to lose face in front of Qin Huairu.

Although everyone was born in the city, who has ever seen a girl as beautiful as Qin Huairu?

"Well, I thought you were in high school." Zhao Xiyan sighed and handed over a cigarette.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao."

After Yan Jiecheng carefully took it, he glanced at his mother's face again.

"Yan Jiecheng, you dare to smoke if I don't tell your father?" Auntie glared.

"I... I just want to leave it for my father to smoke." Yan Jiecheng said embarrassedly.

"Auntie, that's enough."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "Yan Jiecheng is already 17 or 18 years old. If he really can't study, then just find him a job..."

"It's not that easy to find a job?" Auntie pouted, "Do you think everyone is as lucky as you, and can get a job in the factory after being reported?"

"Or... you can also write a letter of complaint and try?" Zhao Xiyan whispered, "What if the district is alarmed and someone from the district comes down to investigate, then Yan Jiecheng's job will be stable, right?"

"Hmm."

Auntie's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes, why didn't she think of it?

Zhao Xiyan, this little bastard, can get his salary by "reporting". His son is only one year younger than Zhao Xiyan. Although he is not as handsome as that bastard, he is also a spirited young man, right?

"Come on, Third Aunt, you figure it out yourself. I'm going home."

Zhao Xiyan waved his hand and walked towards the southwest corner.

Qin Huairu followed him closely.

"Bah, look at this bitch, it seems that she can't live without a man." Jia Zhang sneered.

"Who said it wasn't?"

Second Aunt also chimed in, "Look at Qin Huairu's figure. Zhao Xiyan will die on her sooner or later."

Guo Ting, who was standing by, blushed instantly when she heard this.

These old ladies dare to say anything.

"If you ask me, Sister Jia, how good is Tingting? She is diligent, doesn't talk much, and takes care of almost all the housework. This is the way to marry a daughter-in-law." Auntie chuckled, "Look at Qin Huairu... Her face is whiter than white paint. I have never seen a country girl look like this."

These days, country girls and city people are very different.The difference is still very big.

Guo Ting is like this. She has been working in the fields with her parents for many years, so her skin is very dark, and her hair is a little dry and yellow due to poor nutrition.

Although her facial features are still regular, her skin and hair have already made her different from the girls in the city.

After all, in the old city, working girls stay indoors all year round. If a girl does not have a job, she will help her parents with housework and basically will not be exposed to the sun.

"This little beast surnamed Zhao will be punished sooner or later for ruining people's marriages."

Jia Zhang spat at the southwest corner.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan and Qin Huairu entered the house, they saw Qin Huairu draw the two curtains.

"Sister Qin, what are you doing in the middle of the day?"

"Xiao Zhao."

Qin Huairu hugged him with a dazed look in her eyes, and said with a sweet breath, "Sister wants to give you a big fat boy..."

"Don't make trouble, I have something to do... um."

Before Zhao Xiyan finished speaking, he was thrown onto the bed by Qin Huairu.

More than an hour later.

In the southwest corner, in the backyard.

Zhao Xiyan was looking at the sky with melancholy eyes at this time, and sighed slightly.

It's really a pain to have a beautiful wife in this family.

Dongdongdong!

Someone knocked on the back door.

Zhao Xiyan hurriedly got up and opened the door.

"Brother..."

"Brother Bei, I'm short of money recently, can you help me with something?" Zhao Xiyan whispered, "Candy for some, as for the big items... you find a good customer first, I'll give you the goods when the time comes."

After that, he turned around and took a bag out of the study.

"My goodness, this must be more than ten kilograms?" Bei Qing was surprised, "Brother, I won't hide it from you...Now many people ask me for radios every day, and I am forced to do it. Tell me the truth, how many radios do you have?"

Zhao Xiyan was silent for a while, then said, "I have a lot of radios, but I only need the money for three...Please help me exchange the rest for gold and antiques."

Money is a thing that only needs a little.

If you have too much, you can't spend it, but it will be a troublesome thing.

But antique gold is different. Gold is hard currency, and antiques are more valuable as they are stored.

Although he doesn't understand antiques, Bei Qing does.

As for whether Bei Qing will coax him, he is really not worried.

These days, there are more real things than fakes.

And many things are fake, and they are also imitations from the late Qing Dynasty or even the Ming Dynasty. They are also antiques, right?