Sumu wood in the quadrangle welcomes spring

On the first day of reporting, Su Yingjun did not get home from get off work on time.

Su Mu returned home and cooked for himself. After dinner, he went to the square downstairs to watch a group of children playing games in the courtyard.

The little fat man is still a thief, and Commander Hu, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes but hides 800 evil intentions, is still a brilliant and majestic general.

I just don't know how to communicate, but the little fat guy was very involved in the performance, and he looked like a thief.

Su Mu sat on the parallel bars watching the show and laughed several times at the little fat man's occasional conversations.

It seems that Su Chuanbai will not be back soon after his trip.

The reason why Su Mu guessed this was that he discovered a cloth dumpling wrapped in a handkerchief in his military bag at night.

Inside were five yuan and a few food stamps.

The bills for the basic life of the compound are all in the iron box on the cabinet in the living room. These money and bills are used by Su Chuanbai for Su Mu to spend money outside.

After giving so much, can you get it back in a day or two?

But Su Mu wasn't too anxious.

Anyway, nothing happened to him.

It just feels good to be cared about.

Su Mu is not short of money, it's just that it's not convenient for him to spend this time.

At midnight, Su Yingjun tiptoed home.

Su Mu opened his eyes when the door opened.

"Brother, you just came back at this time. Have you eaten?"

"You just finished your work, go to bed quickly."

"I left some rice for you in the kitchen pot. Remember to eat it if you are hungry."

Su Mu yawned and returned to the house.

Su Yingjun hung his coat on the hook at the door, waited for Su Mu's door to close, and waited for a while before turning and entering the kitchen.

There is cabbage and tofu stewed in the pot, with a hint of warmth.

Su Yingjun took a bite of the steamed bun, put some vegetables into his mouth, and found it surprisingly delicious.

Su Mu accidentally saw tofu when he went to Beixinqiao Department Store, so he bought some.

In this era, production and sales were actually encouraged.

Some craftsmen make tofu and sell it to stores, which can also be exchanged for some money or other supplies to supplement household income.

When Su Mu bought tofu and was about to leave, he saw Uncle Yan carrying a bucket and going straight to the purchase counter.

After co-writing a few boards of sappan that had been smoothed before, Yan Bugui went fishing.

Su Mu called Uncle Yan as always, and Yan Bugui also smiled and greeted Su Mu.

They were all very polite, and I could see that they were indeed more enthusiastic than before.

But as for the problem of those who helped dismantle the nest but only lost a few wooden boards and a wooden bed, neither of them mentioned it in a tacit understanding.

Yan Bugui said that Su Mu was lucky to be able to buy tofu at this time. Su Mu praised that he had caught so many fish in such a short time. The third uncle is really good...

Su Yingjun eats very quickly.

Su Mu specially left three steamed buns and a large pot of cabbage stewed with tofu, but Su Yingjun took them into his stomach in just a few bites.

It looked like he was really hungry.

Nowadays, the whole country is advocating frugality from top to bottom. Su Yingjun’s report on the first day can never be compared with the state of peace and prosperity decades later.

There is no such thing as a dinner party to celebrate.

Even if there is a celebration, it will never be a dinner party.

Food is in short supply.

After a busy day and midnight, Su Yingjun came home hungry, never expecting that there would be warm meals waiting for him.

Warmth flowed in my heart, and I couldn't help but feel a little more sorry for this new brother.

What kind of experience would make a sixteen-year-old boy look like this.

Pushing the door open and entering his room, there was a thermos on the table.

Su Yingjun didn't pay attention before. The thermos was usually placed in the living room.

Open the cork and the heat fills the air.

It's a whole kettle of boiling hot water.

Next to it is an enamel jar that I often use.

It looked like it was cleaned.

"Little brother."

Su Yingjun murmured to himself.

I poured half a glass of water and lay down on the bed.

The fatigue all over my body seemed to have eased a lot at this moment, and after a while, snoring started to sound.

The house next door.

Su Mu couldn't sleep.

Open the space, and your consciousness comes to the master bedroom on the second floor of the two-story villa.

There is a six-drawer chest next to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the bed.

There were 79 yuan and more than various tickets lying inside.

This was Su Mu's punishment for using his space ability to throw dirty water on Chen Liu and Yan Jiefang for beating him.

39 yuan belonged to Chen Guorong's family, 10 yuan was found in Chen Liu's pillow, and 97 yuan was only taken out of 10 yuan.

Chen Guorong has been punished on behalf of Chen Dakui. This ten yuan is purely a small punishment for Chen Liu.

There was a stack of tickets, and Su Mu took a few symbolically.

Su Mu didn't expect that Chen Dakui had 20 yuan hidden under the bed.

That guy who looks like a fool can actually operate like a chicken thief, which is really eye-opening.

The 40 yuan was taken from Yan Jiefang's home.

Well, let me emphasize here that it has absolutely nothing to do with Uncle Yan taking away the Sumu bed boards and wooden boards.

It was the punishment for Yan Jiefang's wrongdoing.

However, Yan Jiefang is still a student, and he can only repay his debts to his father.

A handful of tickets and 40 yuan.

It’s just a drop in the bucket of Uncle Yan’s family.

It seems that he can calculate and is really capable of living a good life.

Su Mu always thought that the top three richest people in the courtyard were Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu from the middle courtyard and Liu Haizhong, the second uncle from the backyard.

Unexpectedly, the third eldest son of the Yan Bu Gui family turned out to be an invisible rich man.

These days, it is important not to show off your wealth. After thinking about it, Su Mu really couldn't arbitrarily determine which family is better and which is worse.

Superficial.

There is also a way to steal, and there is a way to take it.

Su Mu followed his own conscience and took the corresponding amount according to his self-identified level.

And adequate aftermath arrangements have been made.

For example, if there was fifty-five yuan missing from Yan Bugui's money box, fifteen yuan was transferred to Yan Jiefang's pillow.

The same operation was done on Chen Dakui's trouser pocket.

Those blue fat pants were waiting in line for Mrs. Chen Liu to soak in the basin.

As for whether Chen Liu would throw it into the basin and wash it off, that was not Su Mu's concern.

When Yan Bugui returned to the courtyard, he had more than 40 cents in his pocket.

Yanbu is very beautiful.

With the skill of fishing, you can not only have fun, but also use this skill to add some household items to your family. This is called the best of both worlds.

Hearing that the Chen family was playing with their children, they just curled their lips.

When I entered my house, I found that the atmosphere was quite solemn.

The second boy was standing in the corner like a quail. It looked like he had made a mistake and was being educated.

"What's going on? You can even educate children."

He prides himself on being an educated man, but he looks down upon Chen Liu's educational method of beating and scolding children at every turn.

five minutes later……

The third aunt felt distressed and stopped Yan Bugui, who was holding up the rolling pin. Yan Jiefang, who was holding his left arm and tiptoeing his right toes, had a lingering fear on his face.

This traitor!

I haven't learned the traditional virtues of living frugally at all, but I have learned thoroughly the ability to spend money lavishly.

"Remember, write it down, this account must be written down... When he gets to work, he will pay it back with interest!"

Good guy, I only earned thirty-five cents after working for a long time, and just spent dozens of dollars quietly.

It almost broke Yan Bugui's heart.

Yan Jiefang was extremely depressed.

His arms also hurt, and his legs were throbbing with pain. He felt that he had never been so wronged in his life.

Who knows how fifteen dollars ended up under his pillow.

Could it be the boss Yan Jiecheng?

Yan Jiefang, who had never considered stealing money and spending it, seemed to be suddenly opened to a new world.