Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

"What sewing machine?"

Father Ran frowned, he didn't buy a sewing machine.

"Yes, Mrs. Wang, we didn't buy a sewing machine."

Ran's mother also expressed her confusion, saying that she rarely went out these days except to buy groceries, so where did the sewing machine come from?

"It's yours. The master sent it to the door and said he was looking for Ran Bowen!"

Wang's wife said anxiously, as if it was her own sewing machine.

"Lao Ran, why don't we go out and see what's going on?"

Ran's mother said, her husband's name is Ran Bowen, how could such a coincidence happen in the world.

"Okay, let's go and take a look."

Father Ran stood up and walked out while wondering where the sewing machine came from.

"Everyone get out of the way, Lao Ran is coming, Lao Ran is coming!"

The Wang family's daughter-in-law ran forward and shouted loudly, asking everyone to make way for Ran's father and mother. Then she stepped aside with a proud look on her face, like a victorious rooster.

"Hello comrade, I am Ran Bowen."

Father Ran walked forward and said, his eyes unconsciously looking at the sewing machine on the car, which was covered with a red cloth and he couldn't see what brand it was.

However, from the exposed legs of the sewing machine, it can be seen that it is definitely a new sewing machine.

"Hello, the sewing machine has been delivered. Please sign for it."

The older deliveryman took out a list and asked Ran's father to sign it.

"I'm sorry, you must have made a mistake. We don't have a sewing machine at home."

Father Ran raised the doubts in his mind.

"This is the Beautiful Courtyard, Ran Bowen. You got it right."

The deliveryman checked the order and suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, this sewing machine was bought by a comrade named Zhang Zhiqiang and was sent to this place."

"Zhang Zhiqiang?"

Ran's father was stunned. Isn't this his son-in-law? Why did he buy a sewing machine for his home without saying a word? He is so naughty.

"Lao Ran, it's our son-in-law. This was bought for me by our son-in-law."

Ran's mother was so excited that tears came out. She had just been saying at home that Zhang Zhiqiang was filial, and then the sewing machine came, as if to confirm what she said.

"Yes, my son-in-law bought it. I know. Don't get excited. It's just a sewing machine."

Father Ran looked at the excited Mother Ran and quickly comforted her.

"Why can't I be excited? I've been with you all my life and you've never bought me a sewing machine."

Ran's mother rolled her eyes at Ran's father and said.

"Come on, I'll stop talking. Sign for it first."

Father Ran took the form, looked at it carefully, and signed it after finding that there was no problem.

"Comrade, do you want to unload it here or let us help you carry it into the house?"

the delivery man asked.

"Could you please take it to the house?"

Ran's father asked, he was a scholar, how could he possibly move something like a sewing machine.

"It's okay, Lao Ran, just unload it here and we'll help you move it back."

"Yes, Lao Ran, we are here. We will definitely be able to move it back for you."

"Just leave it here, and let us have a good look at the sewing machine, too."

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The women were talking about it in a flurry.

"No need, let the deliveryman move in directly."

Father Ran knew exactly what these neighbors were thinking. They were just trying to help, so he couldn't refuse them if they wanted to use the sewing machine in the future.

We can't give them this opportunity, otherwise there will be unrest in our home every day.

Then Ran's father looked at Ran's mother and said, "Go back quickly and clean up a place to put the sewing machine. You can put the treasure your son-in-law bought for you in it."

Father Ran spoke in a sour tone. His son-in-law only knew to buy a sewing machine for his mother-in-law, but didn't even think of buying himself a radio so that he could pass the time every day.

Although he thought so in his heart, Father Ran knew that radio tickets were very difficult to get. Three turns for one ring, and this ring came after the three turns, which shows how precious it is.

"Hey, okay, I'll go right away."

Ran's mother hurried back home. This was a gift her son-in-law bought for her. It would be convenient for her to do handicrafts in the future.

"Excuse me comrade, our house is in the front yard, not far away."

Father Ran said politely, and stepped forward to lend them a hand.

"No need, comrade. We can do it."

The deliveryman refused Mr. Ran's help, mainly because Mr. Ran was thin. He was afraid that he would drop the sewing machine if he helped, which would cause trouble again.

But Mr. Ran felt a little touched. These people had a good service attitude. The host didn't even have to do it himself, and they quickly led the way.

In the beautiful courtyard, Ran's father walked in front to lead the way, three deliverymen carrying sewing machines followed behind, and a group of young girls and wives followed at the end, wanting to see the true appearance of the sewing machine.

As soon as Mr. Ran entered the room, he was dumbfounded. He found that Mrs. Ran had actually moved his desk aside. That location was very good, next to the window, and it was very convenient for writing or reading.

Now her poor desk had been thrown aside, and her mother was using a broom and dustpan to make room for her sewing machine.

"Why did you move my desk aside?"

Father Ran couldn't help but ask.

"This place is great. It's bright and next to the window, and it's convenient for doing handicrafts. This place will be mine from now on."

Ran's mother said domineeringly.

"Okay, okay, it's all yours."

"Comrade, just leave it there. Thank you for your help."

Ran's father had no choice but to agree, knowing that it would be pointless to refuse and he didn't want to be laughed at by others.

"Got it."

The deliveryman carried the sewing machine over and put it away neatly under the instruction of Ran's mother.

"Thank you for your hard work, comrade. Sit down and have a drink of water."

Ran's mother was in a good mood and said enthusiastically.

"No, it's getting late. We may have work to do in the agency, so I'll leave first."

It was almost time to get off work, and if he went over to take a look, he might be able to sell another one, so the deliveryman refused.

"Well then, Lao Ran, send the deliveryman comrade."

Ran's mother didn't care and looked at her sewing machine happily.

"Thank you, comrades. I'll see you off."

Ran's father sent the deliverymen out, leaving only Ran's mother and a group of women in the house.

"Ran family, quickly bring the red cloth over so we can see what brand it is."

"Yes, yes, sister-in-law Ran, let everyone see the sewing machine."

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The women all encouraged.

"Okay, I'll open it right away."

Ran's mother went over and opened the lid on the sewing machine.

"Hi~"

"so good."

"Is this a Butterfly brand sewing machine?"

"That's right. Look, there's a golden butterfly on it. I'm afraid it's made of gold."

"No way? It's made of gold, so precious."

"That's hard to say. Butterfly sewing machines are very expensive. They cost one hundred and sixty-five dollars."

"So many."

Everyone was talking about it with envy, looking at the sewing machine with shining eyes.

Ran's mother's vanity was greatly satisfied, as refreshing as eating a popsicle in the dog days of summer.

"You guys think my son-in-law is a good person. Why did he buy a sewing machine? How much does it cost? It's better to save the money."

Ran's mother said in a blaming tone, but everyone could hear the boasting tone in it.

"Sister-in-law Ran, you have found a good son-in-law. I heard that the betrothal gift is 66 yuan, and now it's a Butterfly brand sewing machine. What kind of job does your son-in-law do?"

A woman stood up and asked, and the others were also very curious. They had already made up many different versions of Zhang Zhiqiang's identity.

However, seeing how generous the son-in-law of the Ran family is, most people still think that Zhang Zhiqiang is the son of a capitalist.