Yi Zhonghai's smile froze instantly.

Even the deaf old lady's eyes became much darker.

She raised her crutch and stared fiercely at the door of Ye Guoqiang's house, shaking with anger.

As an ancestor of the courtyard house, this was the first time for her to put down her dignity. She thought that Ye Guoqiang would be grateful, but the result was different from what she thought.

Not only were others unappreciative, but I was also rejected.

Thinking of Ye Guoqiang's identity, the deaf old lady did not dare to be presumptuous, so she could only give Yi Zhonghai a hard look.

She came here only after listening to Yi Zhonghai's instigation.

"Old lady, don't worry." Yi Zhonghai smiled helplessly and whispered to comfort the deaf old lady, "I'll knock on the door again."

"That's enough!" The deaf old lady shook off Yi Zhonghai's hand and walked back on crutches, "You are shameless and I want to be shameless."

Why!

Yi Zhonghai sighed and caught up with the deaf old lady.

No matter how unwilling he is, he can only give up for the time being.

After locking the door, Ye Guoqiang did not take Yi Zhonghai and the deaf old lady to heart.

There are different opinions on whether the deaf old lady ever made shoes for the Red Army.

Ye Guoqiang didn't believe it.

One is in the north and the other is in the south. How did the shoes made by the deaf old lady get to the Red Army?

Also, the idea of ​​making shoes basically came from He Yuzhu’s mouth.

Ye Guoqiang is a native of Sijiucheng and knows the character of the people of Sijiucheng.

People in Sijiucheng love to chat and talk.

We just like to get together when there is nothing to do. There is no theme, and we just talk nonsense. Three or five hours is nothing new. Even if we chat for a whole day, we still have a lot of fun.

So He Yuzhu should have started talking about shoes, but in fact it didn't happen at all.

Yi Zhonghai also said later that he didn't know which of Silly Zhu's words was true. This also reflected He Yuzhu's character of talking nonsense.

Anyway, in Ye Guoqiang's eyes, the deaf old lady is not a good person.

But to He Yuzhu, the deaf old lady is definitely a good person.

Without the deaf old lady, the old He family would have no descendants.

In short, the deaf old lady is only good to Silhu, so why should she go through this muddy water?

"Brother, you just lied to me, and I wasn't asleep." Ye Guomei made a shy face towards Ye Guoqiang, "Grandpa said that it is wrong to lie to others."

"Okay, okay, it's my brother's fault." Looking at his sister's innocent smile, Ye Guoqiang felt particularly happy.

A well-behaved sister is the cutest creature in the world.

Small and fragrant, he is his only relative in this world.

"Good boy, go to bed early. I'll take you to the steel rolling mill tomorrow, okay?" Feeling sleepy, Ye Guoqiang began to coax his sister to sleep.

Ye Guomei was also very obedient. She closed her eyes obediently and soon made a light purring sound.

Seeing his sister asleep, Ye Guoqiang sighed.

This is not the way to go!

You can't take Ye Guomei with you when you go to work. You don't feel at ease if you leave her alone in the courtyard.

Ye Guoqiang always remembers Banggeng's hateful eyes.

After much thought, Ye Guoqiang felt that he could selectively establish a good relationship with certain people in the courtyard.

Among them, the third uncle, Yan Bugui, is good.

Compared with other beasts in the courtyard, the third uncle Yan Bugui is considered a good person.

Yes, he likes to make calculations, but the calculations are all about small things. He would probably not dare to make calculations about other people's houses like the Jia family did.

Yan Bugui is also the most conscientious of the three uncles.

Later, Shazhu provided for everyone's retirement. He figured out that the pension money was not enough, so he secretly picked up garbage to supplement his family's income. This was much better than other people in the courtyard.

Isn’t it just that he likes to scheme, Ye Guoqiang doesn’t care.

I have my own mall with inexhaustible supplies of supplies, so it doesn't matter if I let Yan Bugui take advantage of me.

As for everyone else…

Ye Guoqiang has no idea for the time being.

There are about twenty families living in the courtyard, and only a few families appear frequently in the play. The others are just soy sauce. We need to know everyone's details first.

On the other side, the third uncle Yan Bugui was also telling the third aunt about Ye Guoqiang.

On the bed, Yan Bugui said with emotion: "I didn't expect that this Ye Guoqiang is still a descendant of heroes. This time the Jia family was kicked to the iron plate."

The three uncles were fine, but the Jia Zhang family was in dire straits. They had to go to the street office every day to undergo ideological reform, and it was impossible not to go.

"I said Lao Yan, are you okay?" The third aunt was very worried.

Insulting heroes and martyrs is a serious crime in this day and age.

"It's okay. I don't know anything about it. The most they can say is that my management is unfavorable." Yan Bugui thought very clearly. Apart from the house matter, he didn't do anything wrong.

And there was nothing he could do about the house.

Although he is the third uncle, he does not have much say in the courtyard.

Yan Bugui knew very well that everyone looked down upon him somewhat because he was stingy and liked to scheme.

But there was nothing he could do.

As a primary school teacher, my monthly salary is only 27.5. It is not easy to support a family with this salary.

It's impossible not to be careful and calculating.

Also, the people living in the courtyard are basically workers or family members of the steel rolling mill and belong to the working class.

In this era, the working class is a very glorious thing, which cannot be compared to Yan Bugui, a primary school teacher.

More than once, Yan Bugui heard someone call him "Smelly Laojiu" behind his back, and He Yuzhu even called him to his face.

The reason why he was able to become the third uncle was that the street office felt that he was well-educated, sensible, and could manage the courtyard well.

"Lao Yan, I heard that the descendants of heroes and martyrs can receive preferential treatment from the country and receive a lot of things every month." The third aunt asked curiously.

"That's true!" Yan Bugui patted his thigh and reacted quickly, "How much food do you think Ye Guoqiang and Ye Guomei can eat in a month?"

"Old Yan, forget it, do you still dare to plot against them?" The third aunt saw through what Yan Bugui was thinking at a glance and hurriedly advised him.

In the eyes of the third aunt, Ye Guoqiang is a ruthless person who goes to the government to stand up for him without saying a word. Is Yan Bugui capable of plotting against such a person?

If Ye Guoqiang goes to the government gate and kneels down again, Yan Bugui will be unable to eat and walk around.

The worst case scenario is that he will lose his job as a teacher, and the worst case scenario is that he will be sent to target practice.

"If you don't have enough food and clothing, you will suffer poverty if you don't plan." Yan Bugui shook his head and said, analyzing various possibilities in his mind.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In the end, he had to admit that the third aunt was right, Ye Guoqiang was not easy to scheme with.

Especially the identity of the descendants of heroes and martyrs, if you are not careful, you will spit out as much as you calculate.

The risk is too high to be worthwhile!

After careful consideration, Yan Bugui gave up the idea, but it was still good to maintain a good relationship with Ye Guoqiang.

In the early morning, Ye Guoqiang was woken up by the cold.

Because he was inexperienced, the stove went out at some point. He got up and tinkered with it for a while before getting it right again.

The original owner of this body grew up in the countryside and started working since he was a child. Although he had never used anything in the city, it was not a problem for him.

When Ye Guomei got up from the bed, Ye Guoqiang had already heated breakfast.

"Drink." Ye Guoqiang handed the warm milk to Ye Guomei and warned softly, "If someone asks what you had for breakfast, just say it was steamed buns."

"Why?" Ye Guomei's big eyes flashed and she looked at Ye Guoqiang in confusion.

"Because outsiders will be jealous and want to rob our house." Ye Guoqiang deliberately made a fierce expression to scare Ye Guomei, "Meimei, you don't want to have nothing to eat in the future."

"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you!"

Ye Guomei shook her head desperately and held the milk in her arms.

"Drink, as long as you don't tell no one will know." Ye Guoqiang smiled and scratched Ye Guomei's nose.

"Guoqiang, are you awake?"

At the same time, Yi Zhonghai's voice sounded outside the house.

"The old guy's ghost is still there!"

Ye Guoqiang rubbed his brow and signaled Ye Guomei to drink milk quickly.

Ye Guomei thought the people outside the house were here to grab things, so she immediately raised her little head and took a big gulp of milk.
Chapter completed!