I became a poor little sophora japonica in the courtyard

In the afternoon, Huaihua went to bed and slept for more than three hours. She had to go out to collect things in the evening, so she had to rest up first. At 4:30, Qin Huairu came home from get off work, and she got up from bed.

Qin Huairu was in a very good mood today! Just now at the gate of the compound, Sha Zhu gave her two lunch boxes filled with meat and vegetables. She only needed to make some pickled vegetable and potato soup and heat up some steamed bread, and it would be a very sumptuous dinner.

As for the standard of food, no one else in the whole courtyard can compare with it except Xu Damao's family.

She walked to the corner of the kitchen, bent down, uncovered the upside-down bowl in the pickle jar, reached in and grabbed a handful. Her face was full of doubts!

Why are the pickles in this jar so loose? She pressed them very tightly when she pickled them. Fortunately, the weather is cold now, otherwise they would have gone moldy and spoiled.

She looked at the pickle jar in front of her, but couldn't figure out what it was. She just felt that the surface of the jar was much cleaner than before!

Was this cleaned up by her mother-in-law Jia Zhang? Did the sun rise from the west? Could she still take the initiative to find something to do?

Before 6 o'clock in the evening, the family sat down to eat dinner. This was also the first time for Huaihua to eat together.

The meat and vegetables in the two lunch boxes were heated up and poured into bowls before being served on the table. One bowl of stir-fried pork. One bowl of Kung Pao chicken.

Of course, the two bowls of meat and vegetables were placed in front of Banggeng. Huaihua, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't even reach them with her chopsticks, let alone pick them up.

Banggeng, who was sitting opposite the table, was eating with a smile on his face. He even looked at Xiaohuahua, who was sitting opposite him, with a provocative look in his eyes. He deliberately put a piece of fried meat in his mouth, making a disgusting chewing sound with his lips, in order to tempt his little sister Huaihua.

Huaihua lowered her head and silently took a bite of the steamed bread made of two-grain flour. This steamed bread was much harder than the ones in the canteen of the steel mill. She tried hard to chew it for a longer time in her mouth, otherwise she really couldn't swallow it.

Qin Huairu used chopsticks to pick up a portion of meat and vegetables for each of her two daughters, which immediately caused Bang Geng to howl loudly and Jia Zhang's fierce eyes.

Huaihua picked up the stir-fried pork in the bowl and gave it to Xiaodang who was sitting next to her. "Do you think I care about it? If I didn't need to pretend, I wouldn't even want to sit at the table."

Huaihua was the first to leave the table after finishing the steamed bread in her hand. Having dinner together would allow her to understand the temperament of everyone here.

By the time the Jia family finished their dinner, it was already dark outside. In order to save electricity, the family went to bed early after washing up. Now every household did the same, and soon the whole courtyard returned to peace.

It's too early to go out now! Huaihua, wearing underwear, entered the space. She went to the yard first to see the fruit tree seedlings she planted.

Time was flowing at a rate of ten to one, and it was already ten days since she had just planted the plants last night. The fruit tree seedlings had sprouted new leaves, and even the strawberry seeds she had sown had sprouted leaves.

It will probably take only one or two months before I can eat fruits. Although you can buy a variety of fruits on shopping platforms, can they compare to the ones you grow yourself?

She turned around and looked at the empty acre of grass across the street. This place was now wasted! Even if she raised chickens and ducks and they grew up, what would she do with them as a four-year-old girl? She couldn't let her go to the black market to sell them in the middle of the night.

She shook her head, turned around and went into the hut, lying on the sofa. She summoned the shopping platform interface and bought a bottle of Coke to quench her thirst. She didn't dare to drink too much Coke before, but now she was only four years old and her body urgently needed sugar supplements.

She looked for some snacks like duck neck, chicken feet, dried squid, etc. She didn't choose any of the spicy ones, as she wanted to protect her voice from a young age, as she would rely on it to make a name for herself in the future.

She stretched out her hands and observed them again and again. In her previous life, she had studied piano when she was over five years old, passed the tenth level at the age of fifteen, and reached the professional level at the age of seventeen. What a pity...!

In her previous life, she lived in a musical family. Her father was the concertmaster of an orchestra, and her mother was a piano teacher at the city's Children's Palace.

Ever since her mother died unexpectedly when she was fifteen, and her father got married and started a new family a year later, she has never tasted the warmth of family again.

Her academic performance also deteriorated. In the year of the college entrance examination, her academic performance was not ideal and she failed to be admitted to the music college she wanted.

Later, he packed his bags and left his hometown without hesitation to come to Beijing to realize his musical dream.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t get into a music school! Your theoretical knowledge and musical level are no worse than those who go to music schools.

But reality still gave her a blow! She had lived in Beijing for 13 years without any opportunities. She could only teach some children piano lessons in a piano store during the day and sing in bars at night to support herself.

"Platform customer service, please recommend an entry-level piano." Huaihua said to herself.

"The Xinghai upright piano has the best price-performance ratio and is priced at only 3,999 yuan." The electronic voice of the platform's customer service sounded.

"Then buy one and put it against the wall in this room."

Huaihua pointed to the corner of the room, and an upright piano appeared out of thin air. Huaihua pulled out the special piano chair and sat on it to try it out. Then she ran over to get a pillow and put it under her butt. Although it was still a little awkward, it was much better than before.

She interlaced her fingers, stretched her knuckles, and rotated her wrists a few times. She closed her eyes and placed her fingers on the keys.

A melodious piano sound rang out in the space cabin. It was a simple piano exercise, "Pastoral" by German composer Burgmuller.

After playing the song, Huaihua frowned. She had the ability to understand and express music, but her fingering was very stiff and her wrist was weak. This required practice, and she had to spend a lot of time practicing.

Time is not a problem for her! She is only four years old now, and she also has a ten-to-one time flow rate in the station space.

She then played a simpler etude, Beethoven's classic "Für Elise". If you are still not satisfied, you can only start from "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

At 11 o'clock in the evening, when Huaihua came out of the space, she was already dressed. She slid down from the bed, tiptoed, secretly unbolted the door, and squeezed out through the crack of the door.

The moon was bright tonight, so she could see the road clearly. She half-closed the door of the west wing and walked along the corridor to the front yard.

She did not stay in the front yard for too long, and walked straight to the gate of the courtyard. The gate was much taller than the door of the house, and she could not reach the bolt even on tiptoe. She could only run back to the front yard, carry a broken rattan chair to the door of a house, and step on the rattan chair to open the gate of the courtyard.

The alley outside was also quiet, and she went to the No. 94 compound next to it. There were thousands of city wall bricks there, waiting for her to take.

She went to courtyard No. 93 again. The gate here was only half-closed and not locked like the courtyard where she lived.

Fortunately! It was worth the trip.

She breathed a sigh of relief! Here was an item that had moved her the most so far. It was placed in front of the door by its current owner like an iron bucket, with honeycomb coal inside.

This thing has a layer of black grease on the surface, and no one knows that it is actually a bronze vessel. It has three legs and two handles, and is in the shape of a barrel. This is an ice jar from the Western Han Dynasty! It was used by ancient nobles to store ice and cool down in the summer. Now it just lacks a bronze lid.

She sneaked into the middle courtyard of No. 93 and saw at a glance the iron bucket containing honeycomb coal on the corridor of the main house in the middle courtyard.

She didn't get too close, but operated from a distance of seven or eight meters in the yard. She took out the honeycomb coal from the big iron bucket and neatly stacked it on the corridor for him. Then, as her eyes went, the big iron bucket was taken into the warehouse of the post station.

She visited two alleys in a row, and all the items she had taken a fancy to during the day were placed in her post station space. There were also several courtyards with closed doors, and she used her perspective ability to take away the bolts inside, and easily got the things she had set her eyes on.

Walking back breathlessly! This body is still too young and weak, and its abilities are really limited.

It was already four in the morning when she returned to No. 95 Siheyuan. Huaihua had left the gate ajar and not bolted it. If it had been bolted and something was missing from the courtyard, it must have been a thief.

When they arrived at Yan Bugui's flower bed in the front yard, they first used the post station warehouse to collect all the flower pots, then took away all the wall bricks that were stacked into the shape of the flower bed. Finally, they put the flower pots back in their original positions.

The same procedure was followed for the water-falling courtyard. When everything was done, she ran back to the west wing of the central courtyard. After entering, she tiptoed to insert the bolt, then stepped on the bench to get on the bed, undressed and went to sleep.

It was about five in the morning, and Huaihua was still asleep. Suddenly, a scream came from the front yard, breaking the silence before dawn.

"There's a thief in the yard! A thief who stole bricks has entered the yard! People are really corrupt, they even steal bricks!"