On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

  Chapter 211 Uncle said, no one can open the door until he comes back

   "Ruman, I'm sorry, we won't talk anymore."

  Yun Yao apologized aloud, which can be regarded as rounding up Zhong Xiaoya's face.

   Originally thought that this was the end of the matter.

  But after the first get out of class was over, Fu Ruman went out of the classroom alone, and when he came back, he packed up his things and moved to the only vacant seat in the class.

  Zhong Xiaoya ran to Fu Ruman without giving up, "Ruman, why did you move away?"

   "I want to study hard."

  The alienated and indifferent sentence was like a loud slap on the face. Zhong Xiaoya only felt a burning pain on her face, and the eyes of the people around her seemed to have sharp spikes, which made her feel uncomfortable.

  In an empty corner at the end of the corridor, Zhong Xiaoya poured out her grievances and dissatisfaction to Yunyao with red eyes.

   "Didn't I just chat with someone after class, she couldn't solve the problem by herself, but she vented her anger on me, did I provoke her?"

  Yun Yao casually persuaded: "Maybe I gave you the coat, but not her. She feels uncomfortable."

   "When we called her last Saturday, she didn't come by herself. Who's to blame?"

   After persuading her for a long time, Yun Yao became a little impatient, "Okay, don't be angry, class is about to start, let's go back."

   The breakup between Fu Ruman and Zhong Xiaoya did not attract everyone's attention. There was not enough time for study, so who would care about other people's business.

  However, seeing Zhong Xiaoya and Yun Yao returning to the classroom one after the other, Yun Mo frowned instinctively.

  One is her natural enemy, and the other is at odds with her. If these two get mixed up, nothing good will happen.

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  After sending her son to kindergarten, Li Li didn't go shopping for groceries as usual, but turned into a silver shop.

   "Boss, do you accept this?"

  The boss took the silver medal in Li Li's hand, looked at it carefully, and shook it in his palm again, "I accept it, 1 yuan and 5 grams per gram."

   "So low? Don't fool me, other people sell it for 2 yuan per gram."

  The boss smiled, "There must be a difference between the recycling and the selling price. We still have to eat, don't we?"

   "The difference can't be so much."

  The boss returned the silver medal to Li Li, "Our house is already at a fair price. If you don't believe me, you can go to another house and ask. It's only 1 yuan, 3 or 4."

   Li Li actually asked yesterday at the bank on the other side of the old street. She was only willing to pay 1.4 yuan, so she ran outside to ask.

   "Okay, okay, I don't bother to ask, 1 yuan 5 is 1 yuan 5, it's cheaper for you."

  The boss smiled, took out a scale and weighed the silver medal.

   "4 grams."

   "So light? Are you accurate?"

   "Don't worry, children are not deceived."

   Coming out of the silver shop, Li Li looked at the 6 yuan in her hand and couldn't help curling her lips.

I thought I could sell it for more than a dozen yuan, but it turned out to be so little. The beating was for nothing. The **** surnamed Yun looks delicate and weak, but she is not soft when beating people. She is still in pain. with.

  Li Li put the money into her pocket resentfully, thinking of the silver medal hanging from the other goose's neck, she couldn't help thinking again.

  The clear blue sky is cloudless, and the bright sunshine casts a soft golden light on the courtyard.

  Ling Chunhua sat alone in front of the stone table in the yard, using a pencil to practice writing numbers in a small book.

   This is a task assigned to her by her aunt. She can play after writing from 1 to 100.

   When I wrote 25, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

  Ling Chunhua put down her pencil, got up and walked towards the gate.

   "Who is outside?"

   "It's me, open the door!"

  Hearing a familiar voice, Ling Chunhua turned around and was about to move a small bench and step on it to open the door latch.

  But soon, she remembered what her uncle said yesterday.

   Except for uncle and father, anyone who knocks on the door must ask aunt. If aunt is not there, she cannot open the door.

  After Ling Chunhua returned to the gate, she shouted to Li Li outside the gate: "Mom, uncle said that no one can open the door until he comes back."

   With a bang, someone kicked the door hard.

  Ling Chunhua backed away in fright.

   "Chunhua, are you itchy? Open the door!"

  The door was constantly shaking and rumbling under the constant beating. Through the thick door, Ling Chunhua could clearly feel her mother's anger.

  She endured her fear and uneasiness, picked up a pole behind the door, and pushed it against the door to prevent people from outside from breaking in.

  After finishing this, she turned around and ran back to the yard, squatting in front of the pond with her ears covered, staring at Dabai and Erbai in the pond.

   "Hey, what are you doing?! What are you arguing at the door?"

  The movement in the courtyard quickly attracted the attention of the neighbors next door.

   Li Lili said confidently: "I'm here to find my daughter!"

  The neighbor is an old man in his 60s. He has a good relationship with the neighbors of Yunmo and Lingchuan. Knowing that there are no adults in the courtyard, and Li Li is as vicious as a shrew, she can't be a good person at first glance, so she scolded coldly:

   "Hurry up, or I'll call the police if you don't!"

  Hearing that the old man wanted to call the police, Li Li was frightened.

  Brother Li Zhijie has become a reformed prisoner, and mother Zhu Hongping is also locked up in the detention center. She doesn't want to follow in the same footsteps.

  —

   Yunmo, who came home from school, learned that Li Li came to make trouble again in the morning and was driven away by the neighbor's Uncle Luo. She immediately brought some fruits and pastries to thank her.

  Seeing Yunmo coming to the door, Uncle Luo was overjoyed.

   "Miss Xiaomo, you don't need to bring these here, I can't finish all the fruits at home."

  Yunmo immediately understood, "Grandpa Luo, have you finished the sauerkraut that was given to you last time? I'm going to pickle it in two days, so why don't I bring it to you?"

  Uncle Luo suddenly smiled blindly, "Will it delay your study? You are now in the third year of high school, and time is precious."

   "Don't delay, no matter how important your study is, you have to dress and eat."

  Hearing this, Uncle Luo is no longer polite, "Then help me pickle another jar of carrots. I, I'll take that one. Dice the carrots, mix them with chili oil and drink porridge, don't mention more appetizing."

   While talking, he asked the nanny to come out with a big empty jar, which was obviously well prepared.

  Backing back to the courtyard, seeing Yunmo coming back with a jar bigger than her body, Ling Chuan immediately stepped forward to take it.

   "Momo, where did you get the big jar?"

  Yun Mo shook her sour thin arms, "Uncle Luo next door gave it to me, please let me pickle the sour radish for him."

  In order to build a good relationship with the neighbors, Yunmo gave the neighbors a meeting gift not long after moving here. They were a small jar of sauerkraut pickled by herself and a bag of steamed buns made by Lingchuan.

  Ling Chuan shook the jar in his hand, and looked at his wife with distress, "It takes a lot of work to fill such a big jar."

  Yunmo looked at him, "It's not that you and Zhou Xiaowei are still here, you two have to help when the time comes."

"it is good!"

Yun Mo took out the vegetable money given by Uncle Luo and handed it to Ling Chuan, "When it's time, go to the vegetable market and buy twenty catties of carrots, then ten catties of green vegetables, ten catties of white radishes, and two catties of green and red peppers. I also need to buy some garlic and ginger.”

   "I'll go shopping tomorrow."

  (end of this chapter)