Go to my home and do your homework

This weekend, the trade union really came to Song Ye to explain that the factory needs to take back the house.

It’s not that the factory is unkind, the housing has never been enough. Many workers who have just joined the factory in the past few years, as well as some dual-career families who married and brought their families, have no housing to live in. Some young couples make do with each other. Single-employee dormitories are considered good, and some families have too many people and have to rent a house outside the factory.

Song Ye, a junior high school student, lives alone in a big house, which is really unreasonable.What's more, many workshop workers still harbor hatred towards Song Zhiguo, and sooner or later someone will bring this matter to the factory again.

Qu Dajiang and his wife went to the trade union together two days ago, expressing their decision to let Song Ye live in their home.

The trade union was very worried. The 16-year-old said it was too old or too young. No matter how it was arranged, it would not be very good for Song Ye.Now the Qu family is willing to take him in and help the trade union solve a big problem.

Today the trade union specially sent two older women here, but it was still a little hard to tell Song Ye.

Song Ye took the initiative to say to them: "I know, I can vacate the house this weekend."

An aunt said: "Your elder sister Mengao has already told us... Look, what else do you need? If it can be solved, the factory will try its best to help you."

Song Ye said bluntly: "I really have something to do, and I need to ask the trade union for help."

Qu Liaoyuan had a good night's sleep and didn't get up until almost ten o'clock. He came out of the room wearing a hurdle vest and a pair of big pants. When he saw fried dough sticks on the table, he ate one. Ask Gao Xiuyue: "Mom, what are you doing downstairs?"

Gao Xiuyue replied, "Xiaoye is selling his furniture."

Qu Liaoyuan got up and ran downstairs.

Song Ye was standing and talking with an uncle who was a neighbor in the family courtyard.

There was a table in front of the building, an officer of the trade union sat behind the table, and there were a few people from the trade union next to them, and several neighbors surrounded them and asked questions.

In front of the desk stood a board covered with a whole sheet of red paper, on which was written:

Double door refrigerator, 1500 yuan

Cabinet air conditioner, 1500 yuan

Hanging air conditioner, 1000 yuan

1.6m dining table + four dining chairs, 800 yuan

Large wardrobe, 800 yuan

Two-meter bed + mattress, 1000 yuan

1.8m bed + mattress, 800 yuan

Integrated desk bookshelf, 500 yuan

……

The big red paper was full, and there were many more behind it, Qu Liaoyuan didn't look at it carefully, and walked to Song Ye's side in a daze.

The neighbor uncle who was talking to Song Ye looked at him and said, "Liaoyuan, didn't you pick something at home? The price is so suitable."

Before Qu Liaoyuan could speak, Song Ye said, "Aunt Gao asked for a washing machine, and she ordered it yesterday. I didn't write about the washing machine even if you didn't read it."

The uncle nodded, and continued the bargaining just now: "I want both the big air conditioner and the refrigerator, so let's count 2800 together?"

Song Ye said: "Uncle Li, I wrote the lowest price. I really can't pay it back. If you want it sincerely, I'll give you a Panasonic hair dryer. It hasn't been used a few times. It's like new. My aunt will definitely like it."

Uncle Li smiled and said, "Hey, what's your TV like? Do you sell it?"

Song Ye said, "The TV is broken."

Uncle Li thought about it, and said, "Okay, I want those two things, go back and call your aunt, and go to your house to check the refrigerator and air conditioner together."

Song Ye said: "Then I'll keep it for you first, and if someone asks me, I'll tell you that it's booked out. You can make a decision quickly."

Uncle Li agreed to leave, and went home to ask his wife to come and see.

"Is the TV broken?" Qu Liaoyuan said, "I didn't return it yesterday..."

Song Ye said: "Hush."

Qu Liaoyuan stopped talking.There was a hole in the hurdle vest on his body, Song Ye stretched out a finger to dig it out, teased him and said, "Is this your pajamas?"

"My dad's old vest, I wore it blindly at home." Qu Liaoyuan didn't care much, and said, "Why didn't you say you were selling something? If you said it earlier, I would have gotten up to help you."

Song Ye said: "It's okay, the trade union will help collect the money and write the receipt, and only after paying the money can we move things."

The biggest hidden danger of selling things like this is that some people will take the things and not pay. If this happens, Song Ye, a child, has no good way to deal with it.Now that the trade union gets involved, the whole transaction is much safer.

Moreover, most people didn't come to ask Song Ye, because they were afraid that his age was not clear, and if they had any questions, they would directly ask the few people from the trade union behind the desk who came to help.

Because the prices of the items are not high, the furniture and home appliances are still very good things. The Song family uses them with care, and they look pretty new. They sold a lot in half a day. There are not many broken vases, decorations and paintings left.There were also two aunties who almost quarreled because they wanted to hang the ironing machine.

As noon approached, more and more people came to the factory, and some employees who didn't live in the family home also heard the news and came to see if they could catch a leak.

Qu Liaoyuan finally felt embarrassed by the ragged clothes he was wearing, so he went back and changed into clothes that he could go out with.

It happened that Gao Xiuyue had finished cooking and said, "Xiao Qu'er, go down and invite those from the trade union to come to our house for dinner."

Qu Liaoyuan agreed, went down to invite, and the other party negotiated, let the woman go to Qu's house for dinner first, and then switch to the man after eating.

He came over to find Song Ye who was sitting next to him, and whispered, "My mother steamed the buns, you go up to eat, and I'll help you for a while. No counter-offering, I know."

Song Ye said: "Send the small things as soon as you can, and forget about it as soon as possible. I will come down immediately after eating."

He went upstairs and helped Gao Xiuyue bring buns and soup to the two aunts from the trade union. Then he went into the kitchen and ate a bun standing up.

A large pot of egg drop soup was boiling on the gas stove, which was very fragrant.

He went to the window and looked outside. Qu Liaoyuan sat on the bottom with his legs crossed, tilting his head and talking to the two young sisters.

"Xiao Ye, why are you standing here to eat?" Gao Xiuyue came in, looked at the soup, turned off the fire, dripped a few drops of sesame oil into the pot, and said, "Go and sit inside and eat, I'll serve you a bowl of soup."

Song Ye stuffed the steamed stuffed bun in his mouth, swallowed it in two or three bites, and said, "I don't want to drink soup anymore. It's hot today, so soup will be even hotter."

Gao Xiuyue gave him another bun.

He picked it up and said, "Aunt Gao, Uncle Qu will come back this afternoon, tell him to go to the opposite door and bring the washing machine over."

Gao Xiuyue glanced at him and said with a smile, "No, we have a washing machine at home."

Song Ye also laughed, and said, "That one is fully automatic and weighs a lot. I heard from Xiao Qu'er that the washing machine here can't wash the summer cool quilt. You have to wash it by hand. Use that."

He took a bite of the buns in his hand, took three more with both hands, and said: "I'll go down first, this is for Xiao Qu'er."

Gao Xiuyue followed him to the door and said, "Ask him if he drinks soup."

Song Ye jumped down the steps, and replied: "I guess he doesn't drink, he is more afraid of heat than me."

"Aunt Gao made egg soup, do you want to drink it?" Song Ye gave Qu Liaoyuan the buns and asked him.

"It's so hot, what soup do you want to drink?" Qu Liaoyuan took a bite of half of the steamed stuffed bun, and deliberately smacked his mouth twice, expressing that the steamed stuffed bun was delicious.

Song Ye saw that "Hydrangea flower 10 yuan" was crossed out on the price board, and asked, "Then the fake flower is sold?"

Qu Liaoyuan puffed his cheeks and said, "No, I gave it to the big beauty."

Song Ye: "...Yoha."

Qu Liaoyuan said: "It's Mingming's sister, Mingming, do you remember? Now I'm in the second year of junior high school, and I fought with him when I was young."

Song Ye said: "There are so many people who have fought with you, how can I remember so clearly. Is his sister beautiful?"

Qu Liaoyuan nodded wildly and said, "Yes, yes, my sister is very beautiful!"

Song Ye said: "Looks like you can give my flowers to others?"

Qu Liaoyuan said: "You said it yourself, give away small things if you can."

Song Ye: "It's for buying things, not for free."

When Qu Liaoyuan gave it away, he didn't think too much about it, and he didn't expect Song Ye to care about a bunch of fake flowers, so he could only force his words and say, "That's because you didn't make it clear."

Song Ye stopped talking, took a notebook, and settled accounts in it.

Qu Liaoyuan gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, but didn't speak.

Song Ye brought down three steamed buns. Gao Xiuyue's steamed buns were big. Qu Liaoyuan only ate two deep-fried dough sticks at ten o'clock. Now that he had eaten two big buns, he couldn't eat any more. There was one left. Try using your arms He touched Song Ye with his elbow and said, "Xiaoye, do you still eat buns?"

Song Ye said: "Don't eat."

Qu Liaoyuan said: "Then I will send it back."

Song Ye ignored him, bowed his head and continued to settle accounts.

Qu Liaoyuan sent the buns home, came down again, said a few words to his mother, then forgot about the embarrassment just now, and said cheerfully: "Xiao Ye, my mother just said that there is a suitable bed for you to sleep in, We don't need to sleep on bunk beds, we can sleep in a bed by ourselves!"

Song Ye looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

Qu Liaoyuan suddenly thought of the fake flowers again, and said awkwardly, "No, why haven't you forgotten? It's been a long time."

It happened that a big brother came over and asked Song Ye: "Xiao Song, is the chandelier in the living room for sale?"

Song Ye said: "You can sell it if you want, but you have to dismantle it yourself."

Qu Liaoyuan stood up and left.

Song Ye glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and continued to say to the elder brother: "The lamp cost more than 1000. We are neighbors, so I don't bother with it. It's [-]. If you want it, you can find someone to pick it off yourself."

The chandelier is also sold.

The eldest brother went to the trade union desk to pay, and Song Ye wrote down another amount in the notebook.

Qu Liaoyuan wandered around somewhere, and came back with his hands behind his back, his chin raised, and he said, "Song Xiaoye."

Song Xiaoye said: "I am your brother."

Qu Liaoyuan has always been able to bend and stretch, and said: "Brother, don't you just blame me for giving away your fake flowers? Here, give back the real ones."

He took out a bunch of freshly picked flowers from behind him, morning glory, wild chrysanthemum, dogtail grass, and a bunch of wild flowers and weeds whose names he didn't know.

Song Ye: "!"

Qu Liaoyuan grinned, revealing a deep dimple on the left side of his face.

In this season of May, the wild flowers are also blooming beautifully. Such a large bunch suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, with vigorous vitality and a very faint fragrance of grass dew...

There are creepy grasses in the wild, and there is little dew.

There is a beautiful person, Qing Yang Wanxi.

Encounter meets my wishes.

Song Ye: "..."

Qu Liaoyuan was very satisfied with his good idea, and happily came to please Song Ye, but he didn't understand why Song Ye didn't respond, isn't it fun?Why doesn't Ono smile?

Song Ye was sitting on the stool. He was standing much taller than Song Ye. Looking down at Song Ye, he felt that something was wrong. Then he had an idea, kneeled down on one knee, and said sincerely and loudly: "Brother! You Just forgive me, I know I was wrong!"

The neighbors and those from the trade union all looked over, huh?These two kids?what are you doing?