"Silly Zhu! What nonsense are you talking about!"
In order to defend her reputation, Qin Huairu naturally had to retort." I admit that apart from this, Yang Fan also gave me half a box of meat and vegetables. So what if I washed his lunch box?!"”
"What?!"
"This kid only gave you half a box of leftovers and you washed his lunch box. What else do you dare to say?"”
"Then why did you hide it from me just now? Also, I've been to your house every day…but I don't see you treating me very well. This is great. You bribed me with just half a box of vegetables. You're really something!”
"Don't you think you're committing a crime? If you want leftovers, tell me! Why do you want his?!"
Silly Zhu dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything. After all, if everyone knew that he brought leftovers home every day, it would not sound good.
However, in a fit of anger, he actually started scolding Qin Huairu for being a slut!
Qin Huairu had never been rebuked by Silly Zhu like this before. Usually, Silly Zhu did not even dare to speak loudly to her, so she could not react in time and looked at him in astonishment.
Gradually, Qin Huairu came back to her senses and launched a tender attack. With tears in her eyes, she said,""Okay, Silly Zhu, I finally understand. So you're like those stinky men, trying to slander me and bully a widow like me, right?”
"I…"
"I admit that I'm a widow, but a widow is not someone who can be bullied by anyone! Why do I want leftovers? Isn't it because I'm suffering!”
"Then you can tell me…"
"Who are you to me? I'm telling you, I won't tell you again! Stay away from me. We'll cut ties from now on!”
After saying that, Qin Huiru left in grief and indignation. Seeing this, Silly Zhu immediately followed him anxiously. She had never expected things to turn out like this.
He did not dare to sever ties with Qin Huairu because his family was a professional widow! This fine tradition had been passed down from his father, He Daqing. How could it be broken here?
He, He Yuzhu, was born to live for widows, die for widows, and fight for widows for his entire life. This was the meaning of his life in this world. He had to carry it out to the end!
But halfway through, he also reacted. This was Yang Fan's plan to drive a wedge between them!
He immediately turned his head and said to Yang Fan,"Alright, kid. Today, I'll fall into your hands. Just you wait!"”
Yang Fan scoffed and dug his ears as if he had heard a fart.
Looking at this bootlicker chasing after Widow Qin as if he was chasing after a funeral, Yang Fan also got up and left while humming a tune.
After dinner, I have nothing to do. I have nothing to do, so I'll go for a walk ~
……
The boring life in the rolling mill passed. When it was time to get off work, Yang Fan deliberately left the factory slowly and even strolled on the streets for a while.
Looking at Old Four Nine City's rich historical atmosphere, he was deeply moved. Until the sky turned dark, he was not in a hurry to return to the courtyard house. Instead, he found a remote corner with no one and hid in the god-level farm.
When he came out again, Yang Fan had already taken off his work clothes from the rolling mill. He wore a straw hat on his head, dressed like a professional mage Liu Haizhu. He also carried a carrying pole on his shoulder, one in front and one behind.
The basket was filled with chickens and ducks that grew up on the farm. He covered it with a black cloth and rushed to a street not far away.
This was Pigeon City, the so-called black market.
It was a place where private transactions could be conducted, where goods could be exchanged for money, or money could be exchanged for tickets.
The reason why he didn't come so early was because Little Red often appeared here during the day. In this day and age, if he was caught by Little Red, it would be terrible.
It was much better at night, and Pigeon Market was even more lively than during the day. People came and went, just like the night market in his previous life. Everyone was tacitly touching the items they wanted to exchange.
Yang Fan didn't say anything and just took off the black cloth. When the passers-by saw his attire and the lively chickens inside, several bold ones immediately surrounded him.
"How much is this chicken?"
Yang Fan smiled slightly and negotiated the price. The two baskets of chicken were quickly sold out.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I have all kinds of chickens here. Old hens, three yellow chickens, choose your own.”
"Are you still coming tomorrow? Is there anything else?"
"It depends."
Yang Fan did not say much. After selling it, he left the place with the carrying pole.
Worried that there was a plainclothes Little Red, he carefully checked that there was no tail behind him after counting the money, so he changed to another place.
In general, it was not bad. With the little savings he had from before, he could buy a bicycle after selling the chicken.
However, Yang Fan was not in a hurry to buy it because he also knew that his status and identity had not reached that level yet. He had to wait.
Hence, he went to other places to use money to exchange for some food stamps, industrial stamps, and even some chicks to replenish the divine farm.
He threw the little chick into the Divine Farm and changed back into his work clothes before returning to the courtyard house.
Now, he had tickets in his pocket, money, and a straight back.
However, as soon as he stepped into the front yard, he realized that many residents were looking at him strangely.
Yang Fan's heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that he was seen by someone in Pigeon City?!
However, his worries were soon proven to be unnecessary.
When the third brother in the front courtyard, Yan Bugui, saw Yang Fan, he immediately reminded,""Yang Fan, why did you come back so late! Do you know that something big has happened to your family?”
"What big matter?" Yang Fan was stunned.
"You, you should go back and take a look yourself. Remember to call me if there's a meeting later.”
Yang Fan frowned. It had already reached the level of a meeting?
He quickened his pace and rushed home. When he arrived at the backyard, he found several people surrounding his door and whispering.
And seeing the scene in the crowd, Yang Fan was instantly furious!
F * ck! His window glass was smashed!
He suppressed his anger and checked the window. Although the window was broken, it was still closed from the inside.
Just as he was about to rule out the possibility of a break-in, he caught a glimpse of half a chicken on the dining table in the living room and immediately understood everything!
Xu Damao!
He had clearly heard Xu Damao say that he was going to be unlucky in the cafeteria at noon. Unless that guy was a prophet, he was definitely the one who did it!
However, it was fine if he did something as despicable as smashing glass. The remaining half of the chicken he had last night was gone, which meant that the direct murderer was not Xu Damao. After all, even if that guy wanted to take revenge on him, he would not take the chicken away with him.
Awesome!
Other than this brat, he couldn't think of anyone else!
Opening the door and entering the house, Yang Fan saw glass shards all over the ground. He wished he could go and kill that bastard right now!
However, evidence was the key to everything. Even if he went now, the entire hospital would protect the national treasure. Without evidence, he would be angry for nothing.
So the problem now was, how could they prove that it was a stick who broke the glass and broke into the house?
Just as Yang Fan was thinking about countermeasures, he suddenly discovered something on the windowsill and could not help but reveal a cold smile.
As expected, the forearm cub was indeed the forearm cub.
Now you're in my hands. I won't let you know why the flowers are so red, but you're still turning the world upside down.
Yang Fan made up his mind and immediately walked out of the room with a gloomy expression. When the surrounding neighbors saw his appearance, no one dared to provoke him. They all knew that something big was going to happen.
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