"Brother Zhenguo!"
Before Yang Zhenguo reached the door, Zheng Juan came out to welcome him.
"Juan 'er, it's cold outside. Hurry back to the house." Yang Zhenguo saw that Zheng Juan didn't even wear a coat. He was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he quickly pulled her into the house.
"Brother Zhenguo!" Zheng Guangming also came down from the brick bed and greeted Yang Zhenguo.
Yang Zhenguo picked Zheng Guangming up.
Zheng Juan had already taken the bag of noodles from Yang Zhenguo.
"Brother Zhenguo, why did you buy all the standard powder? He should have bought some Korean rice and millet.”Zheng Juan would not complain about Yang Zhenguo's life. In her eyes, everything Yang Zhenguo did was right.
This was Zheng Juan. Once she saw a man, she would follow him with all her might.
The husband is the god.
And now, Yang Zhenguo was Zheng Juan's god.
"Isn't it almost the new year? We have to eat dumplings too. Let's eat dumplings during the new year!”Yang Zhenguo chuckled. He was also taking a gamble.
After tonight, Yang Zhenguo would have lived in the Tonggong Alley for three years, and the check-in system would be activated.
With the system, would Yang Zhenguo still worry about going hungry?
Moreover, the rewards that the system had signed in were legal and well-documented. They were not afraid of anyone checking.
"There will be dumplings to eat during the New Year!" Little Light clapped his hands happily when he heard that there were dumplings to eat.
Little Guangming had never been so happy in Taiping Lane, Jichun City, Jianglian Province.
"Yes, eat dumplings!" Yang Zhenguo still had a wish to cure Little Light's eyes.
In the plot of " The World of Men," Zheng Guangming was a smart child. Even the old monk in the temple said that Little Guangming had a root of wisdom.
In reality, it was not a root of wisdom. It was just a consolation for Little Light's bumpy fate.
In life, sorrow and joy naturally cross over.
"Brother Zhenguo, it's time to eat."
Zheng Juan poured the standard flour that Yang Zhenguo had carried back into the noodle jar. Yang Zhenguo also asked Zheng Juan to keep the grain book.
Zheng Juan, who was done cleaning up, quickly divided the millet porridge into three bowls.
The yellow cornbread, after being processed by Zheng Juan, did not have a sore throat.
There was a small table on the brick bed. Yang Zhenguo, Zheng Juan, and Little Guangming sat on one side each. They sat on the brick bed and ate a simple but warm dinner.
After dinner, Liu Haizhong, the manager of the backyard, shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Xu Damao, Yang Zhenguo! Come to the middle court for a meeting! Everyone, hurry up. Don't make everyone wait anxiously on such a cold day.”
Yang Zhenguo responded from inside the house.
Zheng Juan had already taken out Yang Zhenguo's shoe cushion and heated it up on the stove before stuffing it into his cotton shoes.
Ever since Zheng Juan came to the house, everything was tidied up.
Yang Zhenguo's insoles were always hot when he went out in winter, and his clothes were clean in summer.
Zheng Juan was good-looking, skillful, and diligent.
Such a woman was really hard to find.
When Yang Zhenguo came out of the house, Xu Damao complained as he walked.
"What kind of meeting is this on a snowy day? Wasn't this the joy of finding someone? Yang Zhenguo, what did you eat for dinner? I can smell the fragrance coming from your house.”
Ever since Xu Damao divorced Lou Xiao'e, he was also very regretful. Those women who played with him were just greedy for his money.
When he had not divorced Lou Xiao'e, he had returned home with the rice in the pot and the brick bed hot.
Now, when Xu Damao returned home, it was always cold.
Of course, Yang Zhenguo knew what kind of person Xu Damao was.
Yi Zhonghai was a hypocrite, and Xu Damao was a true villain.
"Brother Da Mao, how can I compare to you? You eat and drink well all day. There are still people giving gifts when they go to the countryside to play movies."
Xu Damao loved hearing Yang Zhenguo's words.
However, when he heard Yang Zhenguo say this, he lowered his voice and said to Yang Zhenguo,"Zhenguo, let me tell you something important. I'm not going to be a projectionist anymore!”
"Yo, Brother Da Mao has been promoted, right?”Yang Zhenguo was familiar with the plot, so he naturally knew that Xu Damao would soon become the deputy director of the rolling mill.
"Hehe, you can say that!" Xu Damao said proudly.
"Brother Da Mao, I'm going to the grain station to buy food today. But I heard that someone is not satisfied with your promotion. I heard that they will write a report letter to you, reporting that you have used your position as a projectionist to receive gifts.”Yang Zhenguo started to anger Xu Damao.
"Who is it? Who the f * ck is spouting sh * t? He was saying that the grapes were sour! I, Xu Damao, was nominated to be the deputy director because of my true ability and the trust of the leader!”
Xu Damao refused to give up and insisted that Yang Zhenguo say who the person who wanted to report him was.
Yang Zhenguo was in a difficult position. He said weakly,"Brother Da Mao, let's not talk about it. If you go to him, you'll only get beaten up again."
Although Yang Zhenguo did not say his name, Xu Damao already knew who he was talking about.
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