I messed up the Siheyuan

"Crash!..."

After a refreshing release, Qin Huairu felt her body lighten and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

After tidying up, she left the public toilet and walked towards the compound of No. 95.

After entering the gate and passing the front yard, she unconsciously took a few steps towards Wang Ping's house.

At this time, the door of Wang Ping's kitchen was closed and the sound of talking was no longer there.

This made Qin Huairu sigh.

After taking a reluctant look, she walked towards the Chuihua Gate reluctantly.

After passing through the hanging flower gate and entering the central courtyard, most of the crowd that had originally gathered near the faucet had dispersed.

Only five or six people were still there washing up.

Qin Huairu glanced at it and walked quickly towards her home.

But after taking a few steps, she slowed down again, turned her head again, and looked in the direction of the faucet.

When she saw Wang Ping hunched over to wash, her eyes lit up.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Huairu walked over with a smile on her face.

"Hirako, are you washing your face?"

Qin Huairu turned on the faucet and pretended to wash her hands while greeting Wang Ping who was wiping his face with a towel.

"Uh!..." Wang Ping was stunned.

He put down the towel on his face and turned to look.

I found Qin Huairu standing next to me with a smile on her face.

"Uh!...Yes!...Sister-in-law!..." Wang Ping replied blankly.

"Okay!... You go ahead and be busy, my sister-in-law is back." After saying that, Qin Huairu turned around and walked towards her home.

Wang Ping didn't come to his senses until she entered the Jia family's gate.

I just had a fight with his family the day before yesterday, but today she came over to say hello as if nothing had happened...

What does this mean?

In fact, not only Wang Ping was puzzled, but several people who were washing nearby also looked confused.

After two middle-aged ladies came to their senses, they cast gossipy looks at Wang Ping.

OK! ...Don't stay here.

Otherwise, there might be some gossip!

Wang Ping simply wiped his face and stood up to leave.

When I entered the house, the table was already set with steaming hot steamed buns and cornmeal porridge.

"Wow!... Guangtian, you are so nimble!..."

"It only takes a short while for the steamed bread to be ready..."

"Okay... let's get started!..."

However, as soon as he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, he came to his senses.

"Guangtian, Guangfu, did you say something while we were cooking just now?"

"Uh!..." Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu looked at Wang Ping in confusion, holding their bowls and chopsticks.

Wang Ping stretched out his chopsticks and pointed at the porridge and steamed buns on the table.

Liu Guangfu was the first to come to his senses and said in a panic, "Brother Ping, I...

I told my brother...

Mixing so much rice and flour into porridge and steamed bread is... a bit too luxurious.

In the past, our family only did this during the Chinese New Year and other festivals.”

"Yes!..." Wang Ping nodded, "Don't say such things in the future.

You know what kind of people we have in our courtyard."

"Brother Ping..." Liu Guangtian said carefully, "When Guangtian and I were talking, did anyone hear us?"

"Sister-in-law Jia just went to the toilet..." Wang Ping replied, "She might have heard what you two said."

As he spoke, he curled his lips in disdain and said mockingly, "When she came back, she looked at me in the middle courtyard... hehe... and even came over to say hello."

"This...Brother..." Liu Guangtian said immediately: "She is thinking about you."

"Alright!... In broad daylight... Your reaction is pretty quick..."

"Hey!..." Liu Guangtian curled his lips in disdain, "I have lived in the same courtyard for so many years...

What kind of people are the Jia family?

Who doesn't know that?" As he spoke, a trace of guilt appeared on his face, "Brother Ping...Brother Ping, I...Guangtian and I have caused trouble for you...

Afterwards, the Jia family will definitely come to find you..."

"That's enough!... In broad daylight..." Wang Ping waved his hands, "Why are you getting into trouble!...

Even without what you two did today, the Jia family would have to come to my place every now and then to cause trouble."

"Uh!..." Liu Guangtian was stunned for a moment and asked, "Brother Ping, why?"

"Why else?" Wang Ping smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "I am in a good condition!

Plus, there are no elderly people in my family who are shocked...

People like the Jia family, how can they be content if they don't take advantage of me?"

"Uh!..." Liu Guangfu was stunned for a moment, and a hint of realization appeared on his face, "Brother Ping, no wonder...

The Jia family asked you to donate so many things during the hospital-wide meeting the other day!"

“Alright!...” Wang Ping waved his hand and said, “Let’s not talk about them anymore.

Let’s eat quickly.

After we finish eating, please help me put the bag of cornmeal on my bicycle.

I have to go to the countryside today." He pointed to a bag standing in the corner of the room.

"Brother Ping, why do you bring so much corn flour when you go to the countryside?" Liu Guangtian asked puzzledly.

“No way!” Wang Ping smiled bitterly and explained: “Now, if you want to exchange eggs, meat, etc. in the countryside, you can only use coarse grains.

No one will trade fine grain with you."

"Oh!... That's right!..."

"I'm in the countryside these few days. You two can eat the food at home. Don't be polite to me."

"I'll come back and make it after I finish eating!"

......

Wang Ping was carrying 50 kilograms of corn flour on his bicycle. Just as he arrived at the gate, Yan Fugui, who lived opposite, lifted the curtain of his house and walked out.

When he saw Wang Ping, he didn't say hello, but turned around with a cold face and went back into the house.

But his body stopped again just after turning halfway.

He frowned and turned to look at the heavy back seat of Wang Ping's bicycle.

Just one glance and his face turned red and his breathing became rapid.

"Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!..."

Yan Fugui took a few quick steps and jumped in front of Wang Ping.

Then, he grabbed the handlebars of the bicycle.

"Pingzi, what's on the back seat of your car?"

"Uh!..." Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "Uncle, what do I carry? What does it have to do with you?"

"No!" Yan Fugui waved his hand and said solemnly: "Pingzi, you can't hide it from me.

You are carrying food!"

During years of famine, the word "food" is a sensitive word!

Therefore, Yan Fugui's shout immediately caused several residents in the front yard to walk out of their houses and look over here.

"Wow!... Such a big bag!"

"If this is all food, then it must be around 50 or 60 kilograms!"

“There have to be so many…”

"No... Pingzi carried so much food out, what is he going to do?"

The buzz of discussion immediately filled the air.

This scene was also seen by Jia Zhang, who was walking out of the Chuihua Gate with a roll of paper in her hand.

The older generation is particularly sensitive about food.

Although Jia Zhang was usually lazy and gluttonous, she could tell at a glance that the canvas bag on the back seat of Wang Ping's bicycle was indeed filled with food.

Moreover, she could immediately estimate that the weight of this bag of grain was about fifty to sixty kilograms.

This amount of food is enough to feed the whole family for most of the month.

Jia Zhang's eyes turned red instantly.