Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Outside the steel rolling mill.

"Xiao Zhao, did the factory director really give you thirty yuan?" Qin Huairu said, tilting her head.

"That's no place for lying."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled and said, "I'm just taking this as an excuse to take you out for a walk. You're bored in the HR department anyway."

"Who said that."

Qin Huairu said coquettishly, "I am learning to read with Sister Liu now. She said that if I learn ten words a day... I will be able to learn everything in a year."

"That's it."

Zhao Xiyan touched his chin and said, "How about I take you back? I can't let you study in vain, right?"

"Hey, Xiao Zhao..."

Qin Huairu shouted unwillingly and reached out to grab him.

But Zhao Xiyan was so smart that he ran away far away after saying that.

One of them was running in front, and the other was chasing behind, which stunned the group of people in the security department.

After they ran for a while.

Zhao Xiyan was still caught by Qin Huairu.

"Xiao Zhao, are you going to run away or not..."

"No more running away."

Zhao Xiyan waved his hand and said, "Let's go home."

"Ah? Going home? Didn't you say you were going to buy clothes?" Qin Huai asked in surprise.

"I only have 30 yuan in my pocket, what clothes can I buy?" Zhao Xiyan said helplessly, "I'll figure out the clothes, let's go back and rest."

"Then...then I'll buy you something good when I get my salary." Qin Huairu said in a low voice.

"I told you I'll find a way, don't worry." Zhao Xiyan pinched her face and said, "Qin Huairu, I'm the man of the family, I'll handle these things myself... Can you just stop worrying?"

"I...I know."

Qin Huairu looked at the surprised eyes of passers-by and wished she could bury her head in Zhao Xiyan's arms.

"Come on, go home."

Zhao Xiyan took her hand and walked towards the courtyard.

Even though wages are not high nowadays, clothes are not cheap.

A silk cheongsam with hand-made buttons is sold for three hundred yuan, a men's shirt is thirty yuan, a women's shirt is twenty yuan, and if it is a wool coat, it will cost several hundred yuan.

So he really couldn't buy any good clothes with his thirty dollars.

Siheyuan.

"Hey, you got off work so early?" the third aunt asked in surprise.

"No, I just had something urgent to do."

Zhao Xiyan glanced at Yan Jiecheng who was sitting next to her and said with a smile, "Jiecheng is not going to school today?"

"Go to a shit school."

The third aunt said angrily, "This kid failed the high school entrance exam twice. His father will beat him to death when he comes back today."

"mom."

Yan Jiecheng shouted in displeasure.

Zhao Xiyan didn't care, but he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Qin Huairu.

Although we were all born in Beijing, who has ever seen a girl as pretty as Qin Huairu?

"Well, I thought you were in high school." Zhao Xiyan sighed and handed over a cigarette.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao."

Yan Jiecheng took it carefully and looked at his mother's face again.

"Yan Jiecheng, do you still dare to smoke if I don't tell your father?" The third aunt glared at him.

"I...I just want to leave it for my dad to smoke." Yan Jiecheng said embarrassedly.

"Third Aunt, that's enough."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled and said, "Yan Jiecheng is already seventeen or eighteen years old. If he really can't concentrate on studying, then we should just find him a job..."

"It's not that easy to find a job?" The third aunt pouted, "Do you think everyone is as lucky as you, and can still work in a factory after being reported by someone?"

"How about...you guys write a letter of denunciation and try?" Zhao Xiyan whispered, "What if the district is alerted and someone from the district comes down to investigate? Wouldn't Yan Jiecheng's job be safe?"

"Well."

The three aunts’ eyes suddenly lit up.

Yeah, why didn't she think of it?

This little beast Zhao Xiyan can get his salary by "reporting". His son is only one year younger than Zhao Xiyan. Although he is not as handsome as that beast, he is also a smart young man, isn't he?

"Come on, Third Aunt, figure it out yourself, I'm going home."

Zhao Xiyan waved his hand and walked towards the southwest corner.

Qin Huairu followed closely behind him.

"Bah, look at this slut, she seems like she can't live without a man." Jia Zhang sneered.

"Who says it's not?"

The second aunt also chimed in, "Look at Qin Huairu's figure. Zhao Xiyan will die on her sooner or later."

Guo Ting, who was standing by, blushed instantly when she heard this.

These old ladies dare to say anything.

"If you ask me, Sister Jia, how good is Tingting? She is hardworking, doesn't talk much, and takes care of almost all the housework. This is the way to marry a daughter-in-law." Auntie chuckled, "Look at Qin Huairu... Her face is whiter than lacquer. I have never seen a country girl who looks like this."

These days, there is still a big difference between country girls and city people.

Guo Ting is like this. She has been working in the fields with her parents for many years, so her skin is very tanned. In addition, she is not getting enough nutrition, so her hair is a little dry and yellow.

Although her facial features were fairly regular, her skin and hair made her different from the girls in the city.

After all, in urban areas, working girls stay indoors all year round. If a girl is not working, she will just help her parents with housework and will basically not be exposed to the sun.

"This little bastard surnamed Zhao ruined someone's marriage, and he will get his comeuppance sooner or later."

Jia Zhang spat towards the southwest corner.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan and Qin Huairu entered the house, they saw Qin Huairu pulling the two curtains.

"Sister Qin, what are you doing in the middle of the day?"

"Xiao Zhao."

Qin Huairu hugged him with a dazed look in her eyes, and said with a sweet breath, "Sister wants to give birth to a big fat boy for you..."

"Stop it, I have something else to do... um."

Before Zhao Xiyan could finish his words, Qin Huairu threw him onto the bed.

More than an hour later.

Southwest corner, backyard.

At this moment, Zhao Xiyan was looking at the sky with melancholy eyes and sighed slightly.

Having a lovely wife in this family is really a burden.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock at the back door.

Zhao Xiyan hurriedly got up and opened the door.

"Brother..."

"Brother Bei, I'm short of money recently. Can you help me out with some things?" Zhao Xiyan whispered, "Give me some candies, and as for the big items... find a customer first, and I'll give you the goods when the time comes."

After saying that, he turned around and took out a bag from the study.

"My goodness, this must weigh more than ten kilograms?" Bei Qing was surprised. "Brother, to be honest... many people ask me for radios every day, and I am really desperate. Can you tell me how many radios you have?"

Zhao Xiyan was silent for a moment before he spoke, "I have a lot of radios, but I only need the money for three... Please exchange the rest for gold and antiques."

It's enough to have some money on hand.

Having too many flowers will make it difficult to spend them, which will be a hassle.

But antique gold is different. Gold is hard currency, and antiques increase in value as they age.

Although he doesn't understand antiques, Bei Qing does.

As for whether Bei Qing would coax him, he was really not worried.

These days, there are still more genuine products than fake ones.

Moreover, many things are fake, and are imitations from the late Qing Dynasty or even the Ming Dynasty. Are they also antiques?