Siheyuan: Dare to mess with accountants?All wages deducted

Near noon.

Jia family.

The three brothers and sisters who guarded the house looked at the three steamed buns in the basket and a small plate of pickles on the table, each of them was frowning and sighed.

Don't look at the family being poor.

Their mother, that is, Qin Huairu's salary is not high.

But these years, because of Shazhu's help.

The three brothers and sisters seem to be much better than the average family in terms of food.

A poor life grows a rich body.

It's their number.

Not to mention big fish and big meat.

But the three brothers and sisters who often don't worry about food, how can they eat in the face of steamed buns and pickles.

"Brother, shall we have this for lunch?"

Sophora japonica lying on the dining table was the first to speak.

As for Xiaodang.

pouted.

The girl's temper also came up: "I really can't eat it."

Stick picks up a steamed bun, before taking a bite, puts it back again, sighing.

Just at this time.

Xiaodang came to the spirit, seemed to think of something, and reminded: "Brother, you paid attention in the morning! That fool Yang Er was carrying a slaughtered old hen in his hand."

The stick that just woke up from a dream patted himself on the forehead: "How did I forget this one?"

Done.

Sticky asks Xiaodang and Sophora if they want to eat chicken and drink chicken soup.

These two girls had already salivated and nodded desperately.

only.

Sophora Hua was a little worried: "Then Yang Er, idiot, it seems that he is not so easy to talk to."

"Don't forget what you guys and I do."

With his head raised, he snorted triumphantly, "Whether he talks well or not is important. As long as you want, I will help you steal the chicken."

"Don't worry, this matter will be handed over to me."

talking.

The stick stem has already got up and started to move.

…………

The old hen needs to be boiled slowly.

This is a time-consuming activity.

After an hour and a half of slow boil.

The aroma of the old hen soup has drifted in all directions.

Especially the moment Yang Haiyang opened the lid of the pot, the aroma reached a peak.

Although he is not a cook; but when it comes to cooking skills, Yang Haiyang thinks he is much better than that idiot.

It was his act of lifting the lid of the pot, but Yang Haiyang did not know that he had become a thorn in the side of many people in the compound, a thorn in his flesh.

"What's the smell? It smells so good?"

The second aunt, who was washing clothes in the courtyard, stopped what she was doing, sniffed the smell in the air, and muttered.

to say.

The second aunt's nose is really good.

Immediately, I noticed that the aroma was coming from the backyard.

The third mother, who was sweeping the yard in front of the house, stopped what she was doing, and responded to the second mother: "It's not the smell of the old hen soup that Yang Haiyang cooked."

"Damn! This Yang Haiyang got rich recently? Why is he so rich all day long? He's not afraid to push himself to death." The second aunt, who was full of displeasure, complained, "This idiot doesn't know how to help the neighbors. Miss him Parents left early, we elders in the courtyard have helped him a lot these years."

"Who said no!"

Aunt Wang, who was drying the wheat, snorted, continued the topic, and said, "A typical white-eyed wolf."

The first mother and the first grandfather stood at the door of their house.

The first mother even nudged Yi Zhonghai with her elbow, reminding him of something.

"What?"

Yi Zhonghai asked a question.

The aunt looked at her and said, "Look over there."

Hear this, see this.

Yi Zhonghai's eyes brightened.

A figure appeared within his line of sight and was heading towards the backyard.

This person is none other than the stick that ran away from home.

"This brat probably went to Yang Haiyang's. Besides, judging by the situation, he must have no good intentions."

Big Mom grew up watching sticks.

Whether it's watching stick stems grow up.

Even the old man who died with a stick, she was the one who watched him grow up.

For the Jia family.

Big Mom couldn't understand better.

"Don't mind other people's business."

Yi Zhonghai, who showed generosity and tolerance, said: "This child is also pitiful. Whose child is not gluttonous, it is understandable."

"makes sense."

The aunt who agrees with Yi Zhonghai more, nodded.

…………

backyard.

Yang Haiyang's family.

Yang Haiyang, who had already extinguished the ground pot fire, just rolled up his sleeves, took a spoon, scooped up some chicken soup, and tasted it.

"Not bad!"

Yang Haiyang, who was very satisfied with his cooking skills, touched the bowl and filled it with a bowl of chicken soup. After that, he tore up the old hen that had been fished out, picked up a chicken leg, and gnawed on it.

And at this time.

Ding dong.

An alarm reminder from the system sounds.

"Host please pay attention."

"Host please pay attention."

"The Thief of the Siheyuan is gradually approaching, and has already set his sights on the host's chicken soup."

…………

after that.

The system repeated the same line three more times.

Hear this.

Yang Haiyang, who still had the chicken leg in his mouth, was taken aback.

He knew that the people living in this yard were a bunch of virtuous beasts, and he also knew that making his own chicken soup seemed to be his own business, and he was afraid that people would chew their tongues behind their backs and attract abuse.

but.

He didn't expect it.

In broad daylight.

That thief sage and shoe dared to start the operation blatantly.

and.

That kid just got into a big disaster.

"This matter is interesting."

"That kid's skill lies in stealing, and he acts in broad daylight. Is it possible that he still wants to steal?"

After muttering to this point.

Yang Haiyang became interested for a while.

And right now.

System tasks appear.

"Mission: The stick has already set its sights on the host's chicken soup, can the host bear it? You must not be lenient when dealing with that kid! It's time to teach the Thief a lesson and let him improve his memory. The host can improvise, the method Unlimited."

"Reward for task completion: 60 yuan, plus a bad luck charm, a truth-telling charm, and three catties of stick noodles."

After taking over the task.

Yang Haiyang, who was gnawing on the chicken leg, was thinking about what method to use to cure this stick.

"Let him steal successfully?"

"Then, call the police, arrest him, and send him to the juvenile prison?"

"No, no."

"Let's not talk about this matter, I don't know if it is possible to convict the stick now that the legal system is not perfect; and even if this kid is sent to the juvenile detention center, isn't it a bit too cheap for him?"

Thinking of the stick is still making a fortune by oneself, fighting monsters and upgrading, the most important thing is coming.

finally.

Yang Haiyang gave up this option.

after all.

There are no missing arms, no missing legs. If you just stay in the juvenile prison for a few months, the result is too boring.

"Have it!"

at this time.

Yang Haiyang thought of the Croton that was rewarded by the previous mission.

There are two catties.

at this time.

Just in time to come in handy.

Extract Croton from the system repository.

Without any hesitation.

Yang Haiyang directly poured the croton into the chicken soup.

"Boy, my chicken soup is not so easy to drink."

Although a little more ingredients have been added to the chicken soup; but this alone is not enough.

From Yang Haiyang's point of view, it is necessary to provide conditions for the stick to make it easier for the boy to steal the chicken soup.

Of course.

For Yang Haiyang, releasing the croton was only part of the plan.

Since the chicken soup and even the chicken will be stolen, then the compensation is naturally indispensable.