Sumu wood in the quadrangle welcomes spring

Su Mu carried the luggage into the house.

Under the command of Mr. Ran, it was placed directly in the back room.

The layout of this house was originally two wing rooms, which were opened up to form a suite.

Although the furniture is a bit shabby, it has obviously been cleaned and looks quite clean.

It's just that this backyard is directly incomparable to the backyard of the courtyard house in Sumu.

The backyard of the courtyard house in Sumu is as wide as the middle courtyard and the front yard. It is very big.

And here, it's like an alley.

Let's put it this way, Su Mu's cart didn't come in.

If you push forward, it will be difficult to turn around.

"Okay, I'll leave if nothing happens. I have other things to do."

To put it mildly, he is not slow at all.

He took the money from Mr. Ran and put it in his pocket as he walked.

Mr. Ran was very polite and showed courtesy to a three-wheeled rider like him.

Although he didn't leave the backyard, he was sent outside the door.

Su Mu was in a good mood. He secretly went to have a meal and earned two extra meals.

The happy little days were gradually realized under such circumstances of diligence, thrift and open source.

Cycling quickly and slowly back to Xijiaomin Lane.

The big job that the lifting club participated in was to move some packed wooden boxes to Courtyard No. 31 on the south side of Fucheng Road.

The wooden box is tightly sealed, and in some places there are even two layers of wooden boards nailed.

It felt like it was not to prevent the items inside from being broken, but more like a fear of being seen by people like Su Mu during the transportation.

It's not just Su Mu who has this idea, many people are aware of it.

But no one said a word.

They've seen so much.

So much that it has become a bit numb.

Just do your own thing well and get your own share of the money.

Some things become more troublesome the more you know about them.

In special times, life is not easy for everyone, and no one wants to cause unnecessary trouble.

The second time I moved four large boxes and stacked them on two levels.

Sumu tied the porcelain solidly with a rope.

During this period, the last box above felt a little unstable, so Su Mu deliberately moved the box sideways.

Just these two moves, there were several bangs and bangs inside, but the sound waves strangely formed a certain sense of shape in Su Mu's mind.

This is a bit abrupt.

It's also quite weird.

Something like a mechanical arm.

Su Mu laughed mockingly, feeling that he was out of his mind.

How can such a thing exist in this era? Even if it is a few decades later, it is probably something that only exists in science fiction movies.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Click, click.

The sound of several bullets being loaded sounded, and it felt like it was behind him.

"what are you doing?"

Someone behind him asked coldly.

Su Mu didn't need to look back to know that the other person was talking about him.

Because the sound direction and distance indicate this situation.

"It's just that the box isn't arranged properly. I'll fix it again."

In the direction of the back of Sumu's head that Su Mu couldn't see, the officer waved his hand, summoned the young soldier on duty at the door, and asked a few questions in a low voice.

"It's okay, comrade, be careful on the road."

"Hey, okay."

Su Mu pretended to wipe his sweat, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a young military officer in his twenties.

Those who can become officers these days must have been on the battlefield like Su Yingjun and experienced the baptism of artillery fire.

No wonder I have the eerie feeling of being targeted by a venomous snake.

But later, if you look kind and cheerful, you can feel the warmth of the sun again.

The transition between movement and stillness is quite magical.

I guess my eldest brother also has this magical ability.

After getting on the tricycle, Su Mu continued towards Fucheng Road.

Transport 2-3 large wooden boxes or 7-8 small wooden boxes in one trip.

There were dozens of people in the trolley team, and two families worked together. It took until after six o'clock in the evening to finish the work.

Sumu made six trips in total.

The amount of pulling is the largest.

It is equivalent to twice that of the worst crane company counterpart and there is still a surplus.

The money he received in his hands was naturally the most.

Many people watching were envious.

"Su Mu, the harvest is so good today, I can't invite you guys to have a drink later."

"Come on, don't listen to his nonsense. Go home and have dinner."

Some people want to eat and drink, while others naturally defend Su Mu, an honest child who throws his temper.

"Hey, I'll leave first, Uncle Geng."

Uncle Geng is the middle-aged boss who protects Sumu.

He has a neighbor who lives near the front door. His surname is Niu. He also likes to go to the tavern for a drink on weekdays and knows a lot about Sumu's situation.

Uncle Geng originally had a child, but he died due to some reasons.

I have talked about it before, if the child were alive, he would be as big as Sumu.

This is probably the reason. Uncle Geng takes great care of Sumu.

In addition, Su Mu never gives up when it comes to working hard, and Uncle Geng is also considered a small group leader in the Qingzhong Club.

When I have a good life, I will always think of him.

Well, this cart and the work in the tavern were originally introduced to Su Mu by Uncle Geng.

When I got home, it was almost seven o'clock.

Su Yingjun also came back early.

At the moment I am chatting and smoking with a few young people in the yard.

Jia Dongxu and He Yuzhu were also in the crowd.

"Little brother, there is food left in the house. Wash your hands and eat quickly."

"I know, brother."

Su Mu entered the house, and his sister-in-law came out of the back room.

She heard her man shouting in the yard.

Seeing that she was holding a book in her hand, Su Mu smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, are you reading a storybook?"

"I don't want to order it well. I'm just reading the master's notes in advance."

The notes from the master who graded the supply and marketing cooperative are treasures.

Li Xiaolan's mother was able to obtain this early learning for her. Even if it is not a magical power, it is definitely an amazing energy.

You must know that these things are the master's own experience, and the apprentice may not be able to come up with them all.

My sister-in-law hasn't even gone to the supply and marketing cooperative yet, so she started learning with a book in her hand.

"Eat quickly."

A green vegetable, a Liubiju pickled vegetable, and a half piece of fermented bean curd with a little fermented bean curd juice dripping on it.

The staple food is Erhe noodle steamed buns.

Almost every household eats Erhe noodles, but Erhe noodles are also different.

Those with 73 or 82 points of stick noodles and flour are called Erhe Noodles Steamed Buns, and those with 40 or 60 points of flour can be called Erhe Noodles Steamed Buns.

The Erhe noodle steamed buns sold in factories and restaurants are almost all 50-50.

The staple food of the Su brothers is Erhe noodle steamed buns, but the ratio of stick noodles to flour is at least 30-70%.

When you take a bite, it is soft and fragrant, and the more you chew, the sweeter it becomes.

Well, that's the effect of adding alkaline noodles.

Su Mu had been busy all day and was really hungry.

The devouring posture even has a bit of Su Yingjun's three-point style.

"What did you do today to make you so tired?"

"Xijiaomin Lane seems to be a laboratory moving. A lot of wooden boxes were transported to the yard on Fucheng Road. It was a really tiring day."

"I won't go to work tomorrow, so don't go out either. Let's go take a bath in the bathhouse."

"That's daring."

While talking, Su Mu had already stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into his mouth.