59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Three horse-drawn carriages entered the No. 95 compound, and with Sha Zhu's loud voice, almost everyone in the neighborhood knew that Sha Zhu was getting married and had bought new furniture, a new bicycle, and a new sewing machine.

If Chen Feng hadn't mentioned borrowing money, maybe Sha Zhu's high-profile preparations for his wedding would have succeeded.

Of course, even if he borrowed money from Chen Feng, he would not be considered a failure.

Almost all the neighbors in the courtyard and non-working people in several nearby courtyards came to the He family to watch the show.

A group of children stared at the Phoenix brand bicycle.

A group of adults were looking at sewing machines.

Sha Zhu was responsible for chattering about his love story with Ran Qiuye.

Chen Feng saw Meng Xiaoxing was about to show off, so he got on his bicycle and walked over to stop her, saying, "This is a new bike for the bride. If you like it, you might as well ask your father to buy one."

Before Meng Xiaoxing could sit on it, she was lifted up and pulled down by him.

"Hey, people from the countryside are just impolite. They want to ride in the bride's new car for the first time." The third aunt, who had always been on good terms with Xu Damao, sneered.

Ever since Widow Meng got married, Xu Damao seldom gave gifts to their family.

This is to cut off someone's source of wealth, which is no less than killing the Yan couple hundreds of times.

"What's wrong with you being from the countryside? How can you be rude if you don't eat or drink your own food?"

Meng Xiaoxing was like a kitten that was stabbed in the heart, and her fur immediately stood up!

"I was just touching it, which eye of yours saw that I wanted to ride it?"

When it comes to specious arguments and distorted logic, Meng Xiaoxing definitely has her own way, otherwise she wouldn't have the courage to be the second generation of a demolition tycoon and consider herself a goddaughter. But the third aunt is not an ordinary person without fighting power. She has learned some of the essence of calculation from Yan Bugui.

"Just look at which direction your petite butt is pointing and I know what you're going to fart!"

"Ha ha!"

A group of people watching the show laughed.

This curse word is very skillful.

In everyone's opinion, a big butt is good for giving birth.

A small butt is natural, the person may be a landlubber and cannot lay eggs.

"You old witch, have you given birth to a son?" Meng Xiaoxing was not someone to be trifled with, and she started cursing in Sha Zhu's living room.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't curse in my house, this is my new house!" Sha Zhu cursed in his heart and tried to stop them.

"You deserve it, for being so high-profile."

Chen Feng laughed and scolded Sha Zhu, ignoring their internal quarrels and happily watching them fight from the side.

"Xiao Zao, why are you still standing there? Go back and call your mother."

Sha Zhu's eyes turned and he saw Meng Xiaozao who was lowering her head, so he quickly asked her to go back and call for help.

This guy is really not stupid. He knows what killer move can kill someone like Meng Xiaoxing instantly.

Meng Xiaozao and Meng Xiaoxing have very different personalities. She is more grateful and polite, and she has tried her best to help her cousin Han Chunming many times in the future.

If Meng Xiaoxing is a sophisticated egoist who has no dignity, then Meng Xiaozao is an ordinary girl who tries her best to repay her gratitude.

"Oh well."

Meng Xiaozao ran back home.

"Hey, Xiao Xing, don't say such ugly words in front of Sha Zhu's house." Yi Zhonghai's wife couldn't help but speak.

Meng Xiaoxing ignored her completely, which made her very angry.

Qin Huairu wanted to laugh when she saw Sha Zhu’s gloomy face.

Comfortable!

Although they were all from the countryside, she did not seem to be offended by the third aunt, and would not speak for Meng Xiaoxing.

In the No. 95 compound, everyone is indifferent to the matter.

In the end, Widow Meng was called over by her second daughter Meng Xiaozao, and she ran over from home and took away her eldest daughter, who had inherited some of her personality.

"Third Auntie, I'm sorry, my daughter doesn't know anything. I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself."

"It's okay, Xu's family, let her go to school, otherwise if she continues like this, she will be like the little brat in the past sooner or later."

"That's right. Not only is he sharp-tongued, but he also confuses right and wrong."

"You're talking shit!"

"shut up!"

The deterrent power of her mother was still very strong. When Meng Xiaoxing was brought home, Widow Meng asked her to kneel down and reflect.

"Who told you to mess with Auntie?"

"Mom, we have money, we are not afraid of her!"

"How do you know our family is rich?"

Meng Xiaoxing said proudly, "Several times when Dad came back and secretly looked for his wallet, I knew you must have taken a lot of money. Second Dad even gave me fifty cents and asked me not to tell you."

The innocent Meng Xiaozao standing by widened her eyes!

She doesn't even know about this.

Widow Meng was so angry that she slapped her on the spot.

"Such a big thing, and you didn't even tell me!"

Without mentioning how the mother and daughter of the Meng family reconciled their statements, they continued to fight with Xu Damao.

Seeing Sha Zhu's family replacing the cracked window glass, replacing new quilt covers, replacing new furniture, and pasting up big red wedding characters, the people in the big yard were indeed sad and jealous.

Especially Zhang Cuihua (Jia Zhang), the first aunt and the third aunt like to ask questions.

Sha Zhu was even happier to show off.

"Not expensive, not expensive, only thirty yuan. Master Zhao's craftsmanship is the best in our city."

"Hey, how much is this, lunatic, do you remember?"

"Twelve dollars and eighty cents."

"Yes, that's the price."

Jia Zhang calculated silently in her mind that this was at least three or four hundred.

He glanced at Qin Huairu and spoke in a low voice.

"Don't be fooled by his happy smile now. He has spent all his savings. He will have to eat porridge next month. Our family cannot follow their example."

Qin Huairu nodded slightly, but she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

How to tell whether a man treats his wife well or not?

It depends on how sincere you are.

Sha Zhu really gave his heart and soul to her, no wonder Ran Qiuye agreed.

As for eating porridge, how could that be possible? Just a little bit of porridge that leaked out from the cafeteria would be enough for the three of them to have enough to eat and drink.

"If I had known this earlier, I would have introduced Jingru to Shazhu, so that I could borrow a bicycle next time I go back."

Thinking of this, I especially want to scold Chen Feng, this lying little liar.

Didn't they say they were about to have a quarrel?

He looked at Chen Feng, and Chen Feng happened to look at him too.

Qin Huairu's heart skipped a beat and she immediately lowered her head like a bullied wife.

Chen Feng felt puzzled, thinking, is this Bai Lianhua sick? I didn’t bully you.

When Jia Zhang saw her lower her head, she thought she was unwilling to give in, so she continued to nag.

"He will definitely take something from the factory cafeteria this time, such as fish or meat. We can come and sit down and have some delicious food."

Qin Huairu didn't have much knowledge. After hearing Jia Dongxu scold the chef who served food in the cafeteria, she naturally thought that the person in that position "shaking the spoon" to serve food was really letting the workers eat less and himself eating more.

In fact, in this era, there is no big cafeteria without shaking spoons.

There is already a shortage of food. If we don’t shake it off, what will we do if there is not enough food in the end?

Who dares to take responsibility?

As for the fact that the workers eat less and they eat more, that is definitely true. That is human nature.

By the afternoon, the houses had been renovated, big red papers had been pasted up, and Guan Shan had also arrived.

When I saw the new bicycle and new sewing machine in the living room, I didn’t feel depressed, but if I weren’t depressed, I felt like cursing!

"Where did it come from?"

Sha Zhu laughed and said, "It's definitely not you."

Chen Feng kicked him and said, "Zhu Zi asked my mother and uncle for the ticket, and bought it with his own money."

A long sigh about the mountain.

Today, the Chen family doesn't have to care about the two tickets.

But he has to be proud of the mountains!

Favors must be repaid, and hatred, well, wait and see.

Forget it, Chen Feng is not an outsider, so it’s better to let him keep the things!

'Two good things, which two should I choose?'

I can't bear to give up anything about the mountain. Thinking of this, I want to slap myself twice. Why should I have a good relationship with this stupid nephew!

Now it’s better. No matter how much you eat, you will vomit!