The turmoil in the courtyard.

Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite, but this is no excuse for them to act recklessly.

Early morning!

When Xu Dongqing was still sleeping soundly, a rapid knock on the door woke him up from his sleep. He didn't know who it was. It was disturbing his dream so early in the morning.

Now he is focusing wholeheartedly on maintaining his health. He doesn't want to get involved in some matters in the courtyard again. He is exhausted and can never overestimate a person's bottom line.

I hope it is not Qin Huairu and other people from the courtyard who come to look for him. Help must be limited. You clearly know the other person's character. If you come to bother him again.

He wanted to leave immediately.

When Xu Dongqing opened the noisy door and looked at a table of work clothes, it was Qiao Sanli.

This is also because Qiao Sanli's family is in financial difficulties and she has been reluctant to spend money since she was a child. Ever since she went to work, she has been wearing work clothes all over the world.

Although she has a graceful figure.

But against the background of work clothes, she is still a fresh and refined little flower in the mountains.

A hidden gem!

In the factory, she is considered a factory flower, but among the crowd outside, even though she won’t be forgotten after just one glance, her appearance can only be regarded as average, except for her sweet smile.

It makes people think that this girl is a cheerful and upbeat child.

"Holly, something happened to my dad, can you help me?"

Poor Qiao Sanli grasped Xu Dongqing's palm with a pair of small hands. She was as graceful as a bone and a little cold. Her pleading eyes were full of too many stories.

"Come in and chat."

Xu Dongqing glanced around.

Tongluoguxiang.

There are many old people who go out for a walk in the morning. On weekdays, there is nothing to do but stand in the corner to bask in the sun, peek at the passers-by, or even play chess.

Too lazy to use my brain.

But I like gossip as much as women.

Who says men don’t like to hear gossip? It’s just that they haven’t scratched the itch.

"This Xu Dongqing has provoked another little girl." There was no shortage of envious eyes.

In fact, he has a very strong wish. He doesn't like to take the initiative and always accepts passively. But even if he explains, the people around him won't listen. They also watched Xu Dongqing grow up.

What likes to be passive?

A liar.

In the early stage, you throw yourself into your arms, give in half, and then say you like to be passive after getting things done.

If you pass through thousands of flowers, not even a single leaf will touch you, it’s such a trick.

That is to say, Xu Dongqing didn't hear their nonsense, otherwise he would definitely cry out for injustice. He also didn't expect that tough women always take the initiative, and he is just a weak little man.

In the courtyard, a ray of setting sun shines on the green bamboo, and colorful wavy spots fall on the stone table.

Xu Dongqing poured a cup of herbal tea for Qiao Sanli, sat aside and waited for the next chapter.

"My father has been arrested." Qiao Sanli was a little nervous, trembling, not knowing what to do.

"What's the reason?"

No matter whether they are ordinary people or extreme gangsters, they will never kidnap someone for no reason. If a person is walking on the road and is met by someone who dislikes him, he will slap him in the face.

If it’s not the collapse of the world and the destruction of order, that person is a madman.

Xu Dongqing is more self-disciplined and a principled person. He will not do anything that harms his identity because of Qiao Zuwang, that rotten drunkard.

"He owed a huge debt due to his bad gambling. My eldest brother is trying to raise money with him, but there is still a lot to be done. Debt collectors have come to the house and moved everything out of the house."

A shocked Qiao Sanli.

From junior to senior, we basically follow the steps, study, cook, go to work, earn money... On weekdays, we are reluctant to buy even a new suit of clothes. During the Chinese New Year, every household hangs red lanterns, sets off firecrackers, and eats pork.

She has never had the luxury of making a big banquet.

The first time I encountered something like this, I was inevitably a little at a loss.

Think for a moment.

Xu Dongqing had no choice but to lend a hand, allowing Qiao Sanli to follow him willingly, even if it was to be an unnamed lover, she was willing to do so, judging from the two or three contacts.

Her requirements are actually very low.

Happy family!

Don’t worry about the little things in life. Eat three meals a day and have enough food and clothing.

Then she is very satisfied.

"You can help, but you still have to set up the rules. Our ancestors said: Helping the urgent does not help the poor. Your father is a bad gambler. Even if you are helping, you need to make him realize the seriousness of the problem."
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Xu Dongqing put down the teacup in his hand, took out a stack of banknotes from the house, put it in an envelope, and placed it in front of Qiao Sanli. Judging from the people Qiao Zuwang could come into contact with.

The value will not be too high.

It's only a few thousand yuan at most. In an era when the per capita salary is three to five hundred a month, it's already considered the highest. If one really calculates one's worth, it's the same as Bangge.

Then don’t pay it back.

Call the police directly and let's finish the game together.

"Hmm."

Qiao Sanli quickly lowered her head to express her gratitude, her eyes slightly narrowed, tears welling up in her eyes. If it weren't for the fact that she was really desperate, she would not be willing to come to Xu Dongqing.

The relationship has not progressed yet.

Just attracting Xu Dongqing's attention would only scare them away and put her in an inferior position. She also has self-esteem, but she doesn't want to see him every time.

I feel very guilty.

In other words, Xu Dongqing can't read minds. If he knew that Qiao Sanli thought this way, he would definitely pat her chest.

"Thinking too much."

What he lacks most is money, and now he also realizes what the elder once said, money is just a series of numbers, not that special.

Pretending to be too much.

When Xu Dongqing drove Qiao Sanli to the courtyard on his beloved motorcycle, Qiao Zuwang was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He hid under the table and did not dare to come out at all.

Helpless, pitiful.

......

Qiao Yicheng also had an angry look on his face, and said all kinds of good things to Mr. Qiao who had set up a trap for him.

But the little salary I have is not enough for Mr. Qiao to go to Liuxiang for one night.

Liuxiang, also known as the Fireworks Alley in Sijiu City, was a very famous place during the late Republic of China. The Eight Buildings were basically very prosperous nearby.

Stand outside and solicit customers.

After liberation, everyone was overthrown, and one by one was assigned to work as a female worker in a nearby cotton factory. However, some people did not want to live a mediocre life, and there was a shortage of money.

Keep doing the same thing.

"Mr. Qiao, we are still the same family after all. Five hundred years ago, we might have been one family. You can't do anything wrong." Qiao Zuwang saw Xu Dongqing coming over.

I also feel confident in my heart.

He echoed directly to Mr. Qiao forcefully.

"My family!"

Mr. Qiao laughed disdainfully.

"Who do you think you are? You belong to a wealthy family with a lot of scholars and a lot of people. You are just an ordinary citizen. You still want to cling to me. My family has a lot of money, and you are just a rotten ghost."

"Why do you call me brother?"

The half-eaten apple floated in an arc and hit Qiao Zuwang on the forehead. After Qiao Sanli saw it, she felt a little distressed and immediately stood in front of Qiao Zuwang.

With a weak and delicate body, she stood in front of Qiao Zuwang.

He had panda eyes, a bruised face, a bleeding nose, and a lot of footprints on his clothes, especially his hands, which had been tied with hemp rope for too long and had a circle of blood marks.

Cling?

Xu Dongqing shook his head. In ancient times, Mr. Qiao was equivalent to a bandit bully and Huang Silang's servant in Goose City. As for Qiao Zuwang, at best, he was just running around on the road with a bowl of jelly.

He will also be kicked as a ball by Wu Zhuangyuan.

This is how you can get so-called relatives.

We have been one family for five hundred years.
To be continued...