After work in the evening, He Yushui carried two lunch boxes and rode her bicycle back to the courtyard house.
After thinking about it, He Yushui decided to buy some stoves.
In the past, He Yushui would eat with Silly Zhu, so she naturally didn't have to worry about these things.
But she didn't want to be sucked dry by Silly Zhu.
Han Qiye wouldn't mind if she went to Han Qiye's house to freeload.
However, He Yushui couldn't just freeload on food every day. She still had her dignity.
He Yushui felt bad for freeloading.
Or should he build a kitchen in his own house and live his own life?
He Yushui returned from the market after buying a stove. Just as he was about to cook, Silly Zhu came up to him.
"Yu Shui, I have something to discuss with you.”
Silly Zhu said in a low voice.
He Yushui didn't mind and let him speak directly.
However, in the next moment, He Yushui was dumbfounded.
"What is it? You want to sell my bicycle?"
He Yushui looked at Silly Zhu in disbelief.
Silly Zhu was also forced by Yi Zhonghai to return the money.
Silly Zhu paid five yuan a month, and it would take six and a half years to pay off the debt.
After six and a half years, Silly Zhu would probably be thirty-five years old, and he probably wouldn't be able to get a wife.
So, Shazhu thought of selling He Yushui's bicycle.
The price of bicycles was still rising.
Although He Yushui's Flying Pigeon was a second-hand car, He Yushui had taken good care of it.
If he sold it, 200 yuan was nothing.
This way, he could lighten his burden.
Moreover, this car was originally bought by Silly Zhu with a loan to He Yushui. Now, in order to pay back the debt, it was fine to sell it to repay the debt.
"Silly brother, don't even think about it. You owe First Uncle money, and Qin Huairu owes you a lot of money too.”
He Yushui obviously didn't agree to sell the car, so she asked Silly Zhu to look for Qin Huiru.
Silly Zhu had lent Qin Huiru a lot of money all these years.
If Qin Huairu could repay the money, Silly Zhu's debt would definitely be cleared immediately.
However, Qin Huairu would never return the money, and He Yushui only wanted to send Silly Zhu away.
At the same time, he wanted Silly Zhu to take a good look at Qin Huiru's face.
When Silly Zhu heard this, his eyes lit up. He had almost forgotten about this.
Silly Zhu hurriedly went to the Jia residence and told Qin Huairu about this.
Qin Huairu was shocked when she heard this.
Silly Zhu actually wanted her to return the money?
"Stupid Zhu, look at how difficult our family is, and you still have the face to ask for money? Our family doesn't owe you money."
Jia Zhangshi, who was collecting the soles, saw Silly Zhu come to collect the debt and immediately refused.
From Jia Zhang-shi's perspective, Silly Zhu was giving money to her family, not borrowing.
Since it was a gift, why should he return it?
"Aunt Zhang, Qin Huairu told me clearly that she was borrowing money. Why doesn't your family owe me money?”
Silly Zhu widened his eyes, his expression was ugly.
But no matter what Silly Zhu said, Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu insisted that they didn't owe Silly Zhu money.
Silly Zhu saw this, but his heart turned cold.
Qin Huairu had no choice but to pull Silly Zhu out of the door and talk to him alone.
Although she looked down on Silly Zhu, she hated him for causing trouble.
However, he did not have a single cent to ask Qin Huairu to return the money.
"Silly Zhu, it's not like you don't know about my family's situation. If I had the money to pay you back, I wouldn't have to borrow money from you to treat my injury.”
Qin Huairu shook Shazhu's arm with tears in her eyes, looking extremely pitiful.
Silly Zhu's heart was in a whirl from her shaking. Smelling the fragrance of soap from Qin Huairu's body, he thought for a moment and gave up on the idea of asking Qin Huairu to pay him back.
"Sister Qin, it's been hard on you." Silly Zhu sighed.
Qin Huairu and Silly Zhu tangled for a while before leaving.
Only Silly Zhu was left, thinking about how to pay back the money with a headache.
He didn't want to have to pay off the debt for six years.
......
This morning, He Yushui put on her clothes and prepared to get up to brush her teeth.
He brought the toothbrush and toothpaste to the faucet. However, the next moment, He Yushui was dumbfounded.
Her flying pigeon bicycle was gone.
He Yushui's face turned pale.
"Not good, not good. Someone come quickly. There's a thief in our courtyard. Someone stole my bicycle.”
He Yushui shouted in panic.
The sound traveled far and alarmed many people.
"Fortunately, my bicycle is still here.”
Yan Bugui quickly got out of bed to check. When he saw that the bicycle was still there, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Han Qiye was shocked as well. He got dressed and woke up to find that both his and Bao 'er's bicycles were there.
"Yu Shui, your bicycle was the only one that was stolen in this courtyard.”
Han Qiye frowned.
He Yushui's expression wasn't too good either. There were quite a few bicycles in the courtyard, and this thief had stolen hers.
Why was she so unlucky?
"I think we should call the police.”Yan Bugui suggested.
In this day and age, even if a bicycle wheel was stolen, it would be a big case.
It had been many years since such an arrogant thief had appeared in the capital city of Beijing.
He Yushui cried and nodded. She wanted to call the police.
"Third Uncle, don't be in a hurry to report the case. I think this thief might be a domestic thief.”
Han Qiye looked at Shazhu, who had gotten up with dark circles under his eyes, and said meaningfully.
He remembered that in the original novel, Silly Pillar had stolen Yan Bugui's bicycle wheels.
In this courtyard, no one had ever heard of anyone who was so bold as to steal a bicycle.
God Thief Stick Stalker was also in the juvenile detention center.
Thief?
When He Yushui heard this, she was shocked as she remembered something.
"Silly brother, did you steal my bicycle?”
When He Yushui saw Shazhu, she questioned him with a cold face.
Silly Zhu had wanted to sell her bicycle to pay off her debt, but now, she had lost her bicycle.
How could one not link this together?
Shazhu admitted it directly," Yu Shui, I've already sold your bicycle.”
When He Yushui heard this, she was stunned for a moment before her face was filled with shock and anger.
"Silly brother, how could you do this? Do you know how important that bicycle is to me? Give me back my bicycle."
He Yushui's face was pale as she kept hitting Shazhu.
She had always taken good care of that bicycle, and she was reluctant to break it, but in the end, Silly Zhu sold it just like that.
Did he consider her feelings?
"Don't blame me, Yushui. That bike is very important to me, too. I've already given the money to Grandpa Yi.”
Silly Zhu's face was filled with helplessness.
He didn't want to pay off his six-year debt, so he could only act first and ask for permission later. He sold the bicycle to the seller to pay off the debt.
Anyway, it wasn't like He Yushui couldn't walk to work.
Fortunately, the result was not bad. He sold it for 250 yuan. He had just returned the money to Yi Zhonghai.
Even if He Yushui wanted to get it back from him, there was nothing she could do.
Seeing him like this, He Yushui became angrier the more she thought about it. The bitterness on her face became even worse. She chased after Shazhu and started beating him up.
When the people in the courtyard saw that it was their family matter, they did not pay much attention to it.
Although it was immoral for Silly Zhu to steal He Yushui's bicycle and sell it for money.
However, as long as He Yushui didn't want Shazhu to go to jail, it had nothing to do with breaking the law.
Han Qiye watched from the side and felt sad for He Yushui for having such a crippled brother.
Silly Zhu owed Yi Zhonghai money, so it was only right for Yi Zhonghai to collect the debt.
Qin Huairu owed Silly Zhu money, so it was only natural for Silly Zhu to collect the debt.
But Shazhu couldn't get back the money he borrowed, so he sold his sister's bicycle to pay off the debt.
This was the typical behavior of a prodigal.
The Jia family had a house and a sewing machine. Jia Zhangshi also had a pension.
If he was Silly Zhu, if the Jia family didn't pay back the money, he would use the house and sewing machine to pay off the debt.
Yet, Silly Zhu had been bewitched by Qin Huiru.
......
It seemed that there was no hope of getting He Yushui's bicycle back. She could only walk to work.
Han Qiye rode his bicycle to the steel mill and smoked a cigarette before entering.
When he arrived at the workshop, Ma Hua was already waiting for him.
"Ma Hua, go make me a pot of tea.”
Han Qiye took out a packet of West Lake Longjing tea and handed it to Ma Hua.
Ma Hua respectfully took the cup and handed it to him.
Han Qiye was a level eight fitter, so he could slack off most of the time. Unless there was a problem, he wouldn't look for him.
In the morning, other than guiding Ma Hua, there was nothing else to do.
Ma Hua was also very serious in his studies, memorizing the techniques taught by Han Qiye.
When he arrived at the canteen at noon to get his lunch, he saw He Yushui's face was dark. He looked like he was keeping people away. He was obviously in a bad mood.
Thinking about it, if she were He Yushui, she would definitely be furious.
If he wanted to blame someone, he could only blame Silly Zhu for being irresponsible. If He Daqing was still around, he would definitely not tolerate Silly Zhu's prodigal behavior.
Although He Da Qing was a bit of a bastard, he was also a smart person. He did not ignore the siblings.
He remembered that He Da had sent money back every month.
Walking to the window to get some food, Han Qiye whispered,"
"I heard that He Daqing sent money back. It's all in Yi Zhonghai's hands. I think it's a few hundred. Go find him later and use the money to redeem the bicycle.”
When He Yushui heard this, she was also stunned.
Did He Daqing send money back?
Why didn't she know about it?
And Silly Zhu, he had never heard him mention him before.
Or a few hundred? Such a huge sum of money?
He Yushui also reacted.
Could it be that Yi Zhonghai had pocketed the money sent back by her father, He Daqing?
In the afternoon, He Yushui came to the workshop to look for Yi Zhonghai.
"First Master, did my father send money back? Is it all in your hands?”
He Yushui said coldly.
Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat. How did He Yushui know about this?
He Dazhao did send money back during the New Year, and he always filled in Yi Zhonghai's name.
It had been almost ten years since Shazhu was fifteen years old until He Yushui was fifteen years old.
He didn't expect his daughter to be able to attend high school, so he only sent money for He Yushui to finish middle school.
But even so, it was still not a small sum of money, about five or six hundred.
"Yushui, how did you know about this?”Yi Zhonghai frowned and asked.
Logically speaking, only he and an auntie should know about this.
Could it be that Liu Haizhong told He Yushui?
Or was it Yan Bugui?
After thinking about it, Yi Zhonghai felt that it was possible.
It could only be that one of the two old men had told He Shuiyu.
"First Uncle, you only need to tell me if there is or not.”He Yu said.
Yi Zhonghai sighed." Yushui, your father did send some money back. It was about 600 yuan, but I didn't touch a single cent of it. I've been saving it for you and your sister.”
When He Yushui heard this, her expression turned even uglier.
Yi Zhonghai, you're such a hypocrite.
She was clearly holding the money that He Daqing had sent to the siblings.
She even forced him to steal her bicycle and sell it to pay off the debt.
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