"Don't worry, I'm your man now, your business is my business, I won't let this scoundrel affect our marriage, just wait to marry me."

After imitating the characters in the movie and finishing speaking domineeringly, Mao Xiaoming showed a shy smile.

"Well, it's great to have you, sister..."

"Sister Qin..."

Tsk tsk...

Let's make up the rest by ourselves.

…

In the east cafeteria, at the back door of the kitchen, two figures walked out.

He Yuzhu took out the cigarette, held it in his mouth, and threw the cigarette case to the MCA next to him.

"You don't have to cook rice to remember your sufferings recently, just return to normal."

"Thank you, Master." Ma Hua happily took the whole box of newly opened Daqianmen cigarettes, and said to the master with a wry smile: "It's no longer necessary. If we make the Yiku rice again, all the leaves of the surrounding trees will be gone."

He Yuzhu laughed when he heard this. This was really not nonsense. The leaves near the steel rolling mill had really grown a lot, and they were almost bald.

Yikusi sweet rice is a porridge originally made from rotten vegetable leaves, taro flowers, pumpkin flowers, radish leaves, wild vegetables, rice bran, and dried sweet potatoes.

One is steamed steamed buns made of cornmeal, dried potato, potato powder, bran, etc., which can also be eaten.

The workers had no complaints.

Hey, who knows that there are positive people who say that it is not hard enough to experience the hardships of the old society.

Okay!

How much pain will come after this?

Let the cafeteria gather the leaves and mix them with stick noodles and steam them.

At first, He Yuzhu could still think of the idea that elm leaves could be eaten and had medicinal properties.

Eating elm leaves can clear away heat, diuresis, calm the nerves, relieve cough and reduce phlegm, insomnia, heat and cough, etc.

The young leaves of the elm tree are wrapped in stick noodles, and added with oil, salt, and minced garlic. It is very fragrant when steamed.

The workers were still rushing to eat.

Later, he said it was not bitter enough, so why did he make it so fragrant...

Okay, these people are crazy.

This group of people brought a bunch of poplar and willow leaves, wild vegetables dug from outside, and mixed them with millet chaff.

The wild vegetable soup and steamed vegetable wowotou were so whole that it was hard to swallow.

It's hard not to eat, and all the steel rolling mill workers are complaining.

He Yuzhu ate for two days. Although he didn't eat much, it was interesting, but he still ate.

Let alone him, Li Huaide took the lead...

I have a meeting today and I have stopped temporarily. I will resume it during the holidays.

If it doesn't stop, no one can bear it, even Li Huaide will feel uncomfortable.

Li Huaide did not dare to go against this fanatical crowd, he still needed the support of these people.

"Master, look, that's Qin Huairu."

Just as they were taking shelter from the rain, smoking and chatting under the eaves in front of the house, Ma Hua suddenly pointed to the small warehouse diagonally opposite.

He Yuzhu was stunned when he heard this, and squinted his eyes slightly to see through the heavy rain curtain.

At the door of a remote small warehouse fifty meters away, a young widow holding an umbrella smiled sweetly, and Mao Xiaoming, wearing a raincoat, was simple and excited. He stood at the door of the dilapidated small warehouse and said something, and the two hurriedly left.

He couldn't hear what the two said, because there was the sound of heavy rain falling all around him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see the two of them clearly if he had good eyesight.

After the little widow left, she ran straight to the back door of the kitchen.

When he got closer, he raised his umbrella, and he was so frightened that he almost dropped the umbrella in his hand.

He Yuzhu and Ma Hua stood under the eaves and looked at her strangely.

Qin Huairu was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned pale, and then he forced himself to calm down and said: "Uh, Zhuzhu, MCA, you guys are here! You didn't even say a word, it scared my sister."

Before Ma Hua realized anything, he pointed at Qin Huairu and said: "Do we need to report to you if we are smoking here? What time is it? Go to work quickly..."

He Yuzhu touched his nose. His nose was too sensitive and smelled like **.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Qin Huairu smiled awkwardly, glanced at He Yuzhu, and then hurried away.

"Master, it seems that the rumors are correct! Qin Huairu is really getting involved with Mao Xiaoming."

"It's true." He Yuzhu nodded thoughtfully.

"You said that Mao Xiaoming has better conditions than me, is younger than me, and has no burden in life. Why would he find someone like Qin Huairu?"

Ma Hua was puzzled. If he had Mao Xiaoming's conditions, how could he not have a wife?

Of course, Ma Hua also asked a few questions out of curiosity. He still loves Sister Hua very much.

"How do I know this? Maybe like you, I like mature women!"

Seeing that MCA was about to refute, He Yuzhu said again: "I like it too."

Ma Hua chuckled.

As expected, I like the same thing as my master, and the lineage from master to master is not broken.

Seeing him giggling, He Yuzhu slapped Ma Hua on the head: "Why are you giggling? Go back to work."

"Hey, then I'll go back, master."

After Ma Hua ran back, He Yuzhu looked at the rain curtain and fell into deep thought.

The white lotus of the little widow actually coaxed another innocent and innocent person.

And even after spending money, the two of them actually had sex, which was strange.

Could it be that Mao Xiaoming has given so many benefits?

This is very possible, otherwise the little widow would not be able to get up.

As for how much to give, there's no telling. For someone as naive as Mao Xiaoming, he might have been deceived by the little widow and get rid of all the value.

This is no nonsense!

I remember that in the original drama, the little widow coaxed Silly Zhu for eight years!

He didn't let Si Zhu get close to her for eight years. He waited until the little widow had gone through menopause before having sex with Si Zhu.

The little widow is cruel!

I didn’t even think about letting Shazhu have a child.

How dirty the heart is!

For Bangge, a white-eyed wolf, he was able to coax Silly Zhu for eight years, and there are several eight-year periods in Tama's life.

This time, the idiot Mao Xiaoming is different from Silly Zhu. Silly Zhu didn't get the meat, but this idiot did.

From the very beginning, Silly Zhu wanted to take advantage, without thinking about taking responsibility. He was also bold and petty, and could not eat meat as he should.

This Mao Xiaoming was different. He definitely took out a lot of things and gave them to the little widow. Otherwise, the little widow, who never saw rabbits or let go of hawks, could... right?

Now the little widow probably has no one to help her, and she has found Mao Xiaoming, a fool.

I want to use this fool to drive away the Yang Er Laizi from my family.

That won't work.

He Yuzhu rescued him just to punish the Jia family, cause chaos to the Jia family, and even drive you away.

…

In the afternoon, after the rain stopped, He Yuzhu rode his bicycle back to the courtyard.

"The pillar is back..."

"Did Zhuzhu move back home?"

"No, come back and get something."

Several old ladies chatting at the door of the front yard greeted him. In response, He Yuzhu pushed the cart into the middle courtyard.

First I went back to the house to take a look, then turned around to Jia's house.

There was a strong smell when he entered the door, which almost knocked him to the ground, and he hurriedly ran out again.

"Who is it?"

Er Laizi Yang was lying in the back room, next to his fat wife who was swearing. Although the room smelled worse, Er Lai Yang couldn't feel it.

"it's me."

"Zhuzhu, wait a minute, I'll be here right away." As soon as Yang Erlaizi heard He Yuzhu's voice outside, he quickly turned over and got off the ground, then walked out on crutches.

He Yuzhu saw that he was in rags, his body was dark, there was a strange smell, and there were specks of stars on his pants.

Damn it, what are you doing at noon, Er Laizi Yang?

"Zhuzi, you're here, come in quickly, it's raining outside."

He Yuzhu frowned slightly, took an umbrella, took a step back, and said, "I won't go in. You can take the umbrella out and let's talk about something."

"Okay, this house is in a mess and we can't entertain guests, hehe..."

Yang Erlaizi returned to the house and staggered out with an umbrella and a walking stick.

He Yuzhu took him under the eaves of his house and saw his aunt coming out of the house very ill. After seeing him, she smiled and asked when she would come back to live.

He Yuzhu said hypocritically to wait for a while.
Chapter completed!