That night.
In the small courtyard of the Chu family, the young couple Yang Qing and Ren Lingling, who know how to eat marrow and know their taste, were panting and hugging each other to catch their breath. Each other's smiles were full of ambiguity and sweetness.
A few moments.
Yang Qing put out the cigarette butt, looked down at the rosy-faced little daughter-in-law in his arms, couldn't help but kiss her, and whispered: "I want to tell you something."
"Huh?" Ren Lingling lazily opened her eyes.
"Today my brother told me that he no longer wants me to do those speculative things. He said that I am already married and should live a down-to-earth life so as not to make you worry." Yang Qing hugged his wife and said, "I agreed."
"That's great!" Ren Yingying broke away from his arms in surprise, hugged him with her backhand, kissed him hard on the lips, and smiled happily: "I didn't expect Brother Hengzi to be in my heart. , It’s a good thing if you don’t work, since there is nothing missing at home now, and you still have a lot of money on hand, let’s live peacefully from now on.”
"Well, now there is no shortage of food and drink at home. From now on, my wife and children will be the hot bed. Let's give birth to ten or eight children and expand the family well!"
"Go away, I'm a pig, and I'm still like ten or eight."
"Hey, we'll look at this later. Let's get the first one out first."
"Ouch~!"
Not long after.
The fire kang in the main room made a "dong-dong-dong" sound, the bed in the east room creaked, and the dog house under the eaves also wheezed. Even on the roof of the inverted house, there were wild cats. The penetrating sound like a baby crying echoed in the night sky.
Westinghouse.
Yang Guizhi stared at the ceiling helplessly. She felt the strong malice from all over the world attacking her.
"Oh my god, what a sin~"
…
midnight.
Everything was silent.
Chu Heng, who was neatly dressed, stood beside Babu's bed and bent down. He kissed his contented daughter-in-law gently on the cheek. He then tucked her into bed and then quietly walked into the closed room. door.
In order to avoid embarrassment, he stopped and listened for a while, and after confirming that there were no strange sounds in the hall, he opened the door and came out.
Not a moment.
He pushed his wife's bicycle out of the alley. Mavericks, who was sitting at Vol's house chatting, and several other people heard the movement and looked over quickly. Seeing that it was the boss who was walking at night again, he opened the car door and came out to say hello.
But Chu Heng waved his hand and asked them to go back. He immediately stretched his long legs and straddled the lady's bicycle in his hand. Compared with this small bicycle, he was as tall as a gorilla performing a bicycle ride in the zoo. Daggering and disappearing into the night.
After a long time, he arrived at Zhang Yi's house.
Pushing the bicycle outside the gate, Chu Heng took out the net bag that had been prepared for a long time from the warehouse. Inside were two bottles of Jingzhibai, a piece of pork head meat, half a catty of spiced peanuts, a piece of donkey meat in sauce, and a pine nut tripe. It's a good thing to drink with.
Some people don’t have as much prosperity as he does during the New Year...
After confirming the contents of the net bag, Chu Heng reached out and patted the courtyard door gently.
"Dong dong dong."
soon.
There was a sound of opening the door in the courtyard, followed by the sound of footsteps. A moment later, when he got home and went to sleep, Zhang Yanyan, who had been awake for a while, opened the door and welcomed him in.
Glancing at what he was carrying, Zhang immediately smiled and quickly reached out to take it: "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come in, come in."
"Hey, don't tell me you didn't eat at night?" Chu Heng said in surprise.
"Knowing that I have this meal with you, why should I waste that food? Besides, I can eat more." Zhang Yi grabbed the things and walked into the house without looking back.
"As for it, I said."
Chu Heng shook his head dumbfounded and stepped to catch up with him.
On the Eight Immortals table in the room, Zhang Yiyan had already prepared it. There was a lamp like a bean, emitting dim light. He could vaguely see a lot of empty plates, bowls and wine glasses on the table. The only thing that was not empty was a small table next to it. There are some shredded pickles on the plate.
"Sit, sit, sit."
Zhang Yanhou, who was already hungry and had his chest pressed against his back, eagerly greeted Chu Heng to come to the table and sit down, and then quickly took out the things in the net bag and put them on the plate.
"You are so particular about it, you can eat it directly from the lunch box."
Chu Heng hilariously took a bottle of wine, opened it, and poured it into two wine cups.
"It's not like we don't have a plate at home." After Zhang glanced and carefully put the things on the plate, he couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and put a pig's trotter into the bowl. He wolfed down a few bites, as if he hadn't eaten in several days. Like rice.
Chu Heng sat and watched with a smile, not laughing at him.
After chewing half of the pig's trotters like this, his stomach finally stopped opening in protest, then he licked his lips and put down the bowl. He picked up the wine cup and touched it with Chu Heng. After taking a pleasant sip, he smacked his lips and said, "When I have nothing to do tonight, I thought about it and felt that your idea was a bit unreliable."
"Huh?" Chu Heng looked confused: "What do I think? What are you telling me?"
"Tsk, what else can I think about?" Zhang glanced impatiently and said, "If I'm not wrong, you asked me to get fake antiques this afternoon. Are you thinking of using the fake antiques to find the Frenchman to trade with him? What’s on it?”
"Oh, you said this, you have such an idea." Chu Heng smiled suddenly, and asked puzzledly: "But how do you know that this is unreliable? I don't even know how to do it. You didn’t think it through, you know it’s unreliable?”
"No matter how you do it, your idea itself is unreliable!"
Zhang rolled his eyes at him, grabbed a handful of peanuts, and said while eating: "Why don't you think about it in another person's shoes? If you were that Frenchman, and suddenly someone came to you with a large number of Chinese antiques, and wanted to exchange them with you. Another batch of Chinese antiques, do you think this is normal?"
"Then I must be more careful!"
Chu Heng scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Hey, actually, I just had a fever today, and I came up with such an idea at the last minute, just thinking about whether there are jujubes or no jujubes."
"Don't be too hot-headed about this. If you want to make a foolproof game, you must be cautious!" Zhang glanced and tapped the table with his fingers, with a serious look on his face: "If someone doesn't surprise someone, you want to exchange things with him again. , but it’s difficult.”
Chu Heng blinked and hurriedly got the wine bottle to pour the wine. At the same time, he said with a shy face: "Then what do you have to say? You know that I am too innocent and good at this kind of dirty work."
"Bah, are you the only one who is still innocent?"
Zhang glanced at him with disdain, picked up the wine cup and took a sip of wine. The old god said: "Two ways, one is to exchange good things from other countries with him, but this method is a bit unworkable, you are not Did you tell me? He loves Chinese porcelain, and I guess even if he gets antiques from other countries, he might not be interested, and we don’t have the ability to find so many objects."
"reasonable."
Chu Heng nodded and continued to ask: "What about the second one?"
"Outside the game!"
(End of chapter)
