Siheyuan: Marrying His Wife Yue Qiluo, Everyone Went Crazy

On the way home, Feng Rui did not walk home today.

When I came to Pigeon Market, I bought chicken, three crucian carp and some green vegetables in Pigeon Market.

It cost Feng Rui almost two yuan.

"Bring me five packs of Peony cigarettes."

At the entrance of a supply and marketing cooperative in Tongluogu Lane.

Feng Rui took out two yuan from his pocket and handed it to the salesperson.

Look at Feng Rui riding a bicycle.

The salesperson's eyes lit up.

Seeing that Feng Rui should be a leader like a cadre, he naturally didn't mean to look down on Feng Rui.

There was a look of awe in his eyes.

No nonsense, I took five packs of peony incense directly from the vending cabinet and handed them to Feng Rui.

In this era, food stamps are needed to buy grain, oil stamps are needed to buy oil, and coal stamps are needed to buy coal pellets.

But there are some things that don't require a ticket.

Just like cigarettes, there is no need for a cigarette ticket, and the best cigarette in a small shop is Daqianmen.

Two cents a box, of course without filters.

Good cigarettes had to be bought in big shopping malls. What kind of cigarettes were considered good cigarettes at that time?

Peony, Modu, and a cigarette called "Phoenix" cost [-] cents a box, and the rest are around [-] cents.

These are considered the most high-end in this era.

He took the peony cigarette and smoked a cigarette.

By the way, I spent three yuan to buy a bottle of cream.

"Sir, please go slowly."

Under the polite watch of the salesperson.

Feng Rui left on his bicycle.

"That's great, if only I had a bike like this myself, that would be great."

The salesperson envied.

"Bicycle? You need a bicycle ticket, and a bicycle costs more than 100 yuan, and your salary for a salesperson is only 17 yuan. Just think about it."

Another salesperson laughed.

"I said Lao Meng, you are boring, I think it's okay?"

The salesperson was a little depressed.

...

"Yo? Brother Rui, did you come back so early today?"

When Feng Rui returned to the courtyard.

It was already around five o'clock in the afternoon.

Just carried the bicycle into the front yard gate.

The third master, Yan Fugui, happened to be holding the jar, and was storing the pickled vegetables at the door of the house.

This will meet Feng Rui for the first time.

Especially when Feng Rui was still carrying his bicycle home.

Immediately his eyes lit up.

Finally, it landed on the bag in Feng Rui's hand.

Yan Fugui couldn't move his eyeballs.

"Ah."

I saw that it was the third master, the poor old man who claimed to be poor if he couldn't figure it out.

Feng Rui didn't have a good face either.

Why doesn't he know how this old thing thinks?

Lift the bike.

He turned around and left.

"Hey.."

Seeing that Feng Rui turned his face on him, the third master Yan Fugui instantly became a little uncomfortable.

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013. Wronged Yue Qiluo, Our House Has Been Robbed! 【13/15 looking for flowers】

"There is a bastard born with parents, but not raised by parents, who makes you frightened and puts on airs for me?"

"Sometimes you fall into the hands of my third son Yan and beg me."

The third master Yan Fugui was a poor Confucian.

The most important thing is face.

Feng Rui didn't hang him in the slightest, this was for him.

Undoubtedly a humiliation.

The third master Yan Fugui didn't count on Feng Rui's benefit.

is sulking.

the other side.

Silly Zhu did not get any better.

He was carrying a lunch box and ten catties of flour in his hand, in order to avoid being recognized.

He specializes in the bag and covers it with a sack.

It is now 05:30 in the afternoon.

The employees of the rolling mill left work one after another, and there were few people there.

He just carried the bag of flour and slipped out from the back door of the cafeteria without making a sound.

hands behind their backs.

Carefully looked around.

After finding that there was really no one there, this guy finally took the courage.

Taking a figure-of-eight step, he proudly left through the back door.

Soon, he walked out of the gate of the rolling mill.

"Director Li, He Yuzhu is here."

Originally, Director Li was waiting at the corner of the rolling mill gate with two security staff.

At the reminder of a staff member.

Sure enough, he saw Sha Zhu, who was carrying something furtively.

Come out of the cafeteria.

"Master He, don't rush to leave, I have something to do with you."

Silly Zhu was humming a ditty triumphantly, and his mind was full of thoughts about Qin Huairu going back later.

How to thank yourself.

Unexpectedly, Director Li and two staff members from the security department stopped him directly.

His face changed.

Just pretending that he didn't see Director Li, he turned around and quickened his pace.

"Master He, I'm Director Li, and I have something to do with you."

Seeing this, Director Li couldn't tell that there was something wrong with Sha Zhu's heart.

He was instantly furious.

He chased after him directly, but Shazhu ran straight away.

"Fuck it, let me catch him."

Director Li was also annoyed.

Seeing this, the two staff members rushed up without any nonsense.

Can do the job of a security guard.

Naturally, there is nothing to say about physical fitness.

Soon, Silly Zhu was blocked by two staff members.

Silly Zhu's face was a little ugly.

"Director Li, what do you mean? I have something urgent to do?"

Silly Zhu turned his head to look at Director Li, with an expression of displeasure.

When Director Li heard this, he gave Sha Zhu a stare.

"He Yuzhu, someone reported you for stealing from the public house? What do you say?"

"Damn it, which bitch, the one who reported it? I didn't."

When Silly Zhu heard this, he immediately cursed.