"More than 190 yuan? Did you go to a black shop?"
Han Yi was a little confused. He Jiong had clearly robbed him of his money, but he still bought these things.
He Jiong looked at Han Yi helplessly and quietly put the things in the car.
"It seems that they know…He heard that there was still a camera that was not turned off…As soon as they entered, a group of people came over and took the money away.”
Han Yi could not accept this fact. It was as if he saw drinks and snacks flying away in front of his eyes.
Staring at the condiments and drinks that He Jiong threw into the car, Han Yi said in a daze,
"So, I'm losing both my wife and my soldiers?”
"If you put all the factors together, this word is very appropriate.”
Han Yi and He Jiong shuddered at the same time. At the same time, they thought of how Old Han was hung up by Han Yi's mother and beaten.
Shaking their heads, the three of them quickly got into the car in disappointment.
The atmosphere back at the mushroom house was completely different from when they had arrived. The atmosphere in the car was very silent, and from time to time, there would be two disappointed sighs.
Even the little h in Ding Xia's hand seemed to have lost its vitality at this moment. It drooped its head along with the three of them.
"Forget it, forget it. It's not my own money anyway. It's not bad if I can't spend it. Don't we still have so many things? At most, we can just break some corn. Anyway, Old Han was at home.”
Hearing Han Yi's self-comforting words, the people in the car immediately regained their vitality.
However, He Ji still felt a little sorry for Old Han, who had fallen from the sky.
"So, Old Han was caught in the crossfire this time!”
When Han Yi heard this, he complained without hesitation.
"Just lie down. My father is used to it.”
Hearing Han Yi's words, the two people in the car immediately looked at Han Yi as if they had seen a rare beast. After all, Han Yi's sense of guilt was very magical.
"Maybe it's a good habit!"
He Jiong couldn't help but tease him. As soon as he said this, even Han Yi, who was pretending to be distressed, laughed heartlessly.
"Aiyo! Uncle He, you're probably going to be beaten to death by my father when we get back!”
When He Jiong heard Han Yi's words, he was instantly stunned and hurriedly defended himself.
Although Old Han was often beaten by Han Yi's mother, his body was still terrifyingly strong.
Han Yi looked at He Jiong's frightened look and found it funny. He threatened He Jiong all the way and soon returned to the mushroom house.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw He Jiong, who had regained his vitality, jumping up and down to show off the results of his shopping.
The scene seemed to show that he had maximized the distribution of the 40 yuan.
"I also bought some pickled vegetables for breakfast!”
When they heard the word pickled vegetables, Huang Lei and Han Yi's expressions immediately became a little strange.
"We have pickled vegetables here! Besides, Xiao Yi had made so many pickles.”
When He Jiong heard this, he was instantly shocked and stomped his feet.
When Han Yi passed by He Jiong, he patted He Jiong's shoulder, but he suddenly thought of something.
"My pickled vegetables!"
Only now did Han Yi remember the sweet potato seedlings he had saved up. He ran all the way to the warehouse and dug out a small pottery jar.
Han Yi looked at the sweet potato seedlings that were in good condition. The water had basically been squeezed out, and there were no signs of hair growing.
Han Yi immediately felt relieved. He held the jar and jogged all the way to the courtyard.
When Han Yi was relieved, he looked at the situation in the courtyard.
Looking at the branches of the hawthorn tree, Han Yi pursed his lips.
"You guys are playing your advantage to the extreme!”
Han Yi did not say much. After complaining, he jogged all the way, completely ignoring the cold gazes of the women's team behind him.
He squatted down and took out a pile of bottles and jars, preparing to deal with the pile of sweet potato seedlings in front of him.
After washing the sweet potato seedlings with clean water and draining the water, Han Yi suddenly realized that the sunlight around him seemed to be insufficient.
Looking up again, Han Yi was shocked to see the two women's team members looking at him curiously.
"Ha! What!"
Han Yi was actually quite happy. He suddenly felt the coolness of the shadows in the hot afternoon.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?"
Hearing Hui Ruoqi's question, Han Yi answered with a bitter face.
"Aiyo, remember the faces of these people in front of you. They're the ones who forced me to mix pickles for a living! To make a living!"
Hearing Han Yi's words, the two men from the women's team were still wondering why Han Yi was so angry.
Huang Lei said faintly, his tone full of resentment.
"Xiao Yi is preparing to use pickles to pay off the corn debt. By the way, Xiao Yi, help me move the bricks after you're done!”
Han Yi was trying his best to wipe the pickled vegetables. When he suddenly heard Huang Lei's words, he had an unacceptable feeling and was still struggling.
"Where's Brother Hua? Shouldn't this be his specialty? It's not good to steal his work, right?"
Huang Lei squinted his eyes and looked at Han Yi like an old fox. Hui Ruoqi explained to him.
"Big Light and Xinyue ran away.”
Hearing this, Han Yi felt waves of despair. It seemed that he had to move this brick.
"I can't live like this anymore!"
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