"Six yuan, look what I brought you," Wang Fugui's voice came from afar before he arrived at the school.
Yan Liuyuan opened his eyes in bed, not wanting to get up.
Sister Xiaoyu said while folding clothes: "Get up for six yuan."
"Sorry, I want to sleep a little longer!" Yan Liuyuan muttered.
Sister Xiaoyu smiled: "If you get up fifteen minutes early every day, you will have more than ninety hours a year than before, which can be used to do your favorite things. Think about it. What do you like best?"
After thinking for a long time, Yan Liuyuan said doubtfully: "What I like most is sleeping..."
"Get up," Sister Xiaoyu Frowning: "More annoying than your brother!"
As she spoke, Sister Xiaoyu lifted Yan Liuyuan's quilt, and all the heat accumulated in the quilt immediately ran away. Yan Liuyuan could only Get up reluctantly.
Winter has entered at this time, and winter is extremely cold in this era. In Yan Liuyuan’s memory, people in the market town froze to death on the streets every winter, or froze to death in their shacks. .
The shacks were built with tree branches or iron frames, and they could only be wrapped in rags to protect them from the wind.
In those years, he and Ren Xiaosu shivered from the cold in the shack. Ren Xiaosu wanted to wrap all their clothes, whether summer or winter, around Yan Liuyuan, but it was still very cold.
But every time he thinks of those times, Yan Liuyuan feels very happy.
He recalled what Ren Xiaosu said to him at that time: "Human happiness does not come from enjoyment, but from pain. The moment you are in unbearable pain, you suddenly taste something sweet." The sweetness may not matter to others, but for you at that moment, it is the greatest happiness.”
Sometimes the color is colorful. Yuan felt that if Ren Xiaosu was born in the barrier, he might become what Mr. Zhang calls a philosopher.
Wang Fugui came in holding two sweet potatoes, and he greeted: "Xiaoyu, you and Liuyuan each have one, hurry up and eat it while it's hot."
"Uncle Fugui," Yan Liuyuan took the sweet potato and said, "Why do you like eating sweet potatoes so much? They are cooked and roasted every day."
Wang Fugui said with a smile: "When I was a child, there was a famine outside the 107 barrier, so I followed my father. I fled here to live with my relatives. At that time, it was not so dangerous outside. Once we dug two sweet potatoes in the wild and my father roasted them for me to eat. At that time, I thought roasted sweet potatoes were the most delicious thing in the world. ”
Since the last midnight gunfire, when Wang Fugui broke in with his coat on and wanted to buy Wang Congyang with money, Yan Liuyuan’s name for Wang Fugui changed.
Wang Fugui also discovered this change, so he was happy from the bottom of his heart.
He really likes these two brothers, much better than his stupid son Wang Dalong. Over the years, he has watched Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan struggle to survive little by little., and I really feel from the bottom of my heart that it is not easy for these brothers.
Wang Fugui watched Li Xiaoyu and Yan Liuyuan eating roasted sweet potatoes. He suddenly looked at the school and sighed: "When Mr. Zhang leaves, there will be no teacher in our market town."
Yan Liuyuan said nonchalantly: "What's the matter? When my brother comes back, he will be the teacher."
Zhang Jinglin has been sent away by Luo Lan as a hot potato. That day should be the most sensational day that all the refugees in the market town have ever seen.
Several troop trucks and off-road vehicles were parked at the entrance of the school. The big man named Luo in the fortress was arrogant and respectful to Zhang Jinglin, just like a great eunuch in a storybook.
The refugees did not expect that Mr. Zhang in their market town was actually well-connected. They would have sent their children to school instead of skipping the tuition fees.
What if there is something to do with it?
Thinking of this, many refugees have made up their minds to send their children to school. The logic of refugees is so simple. They send their children to school not for knowledge, but for "relationships."
But before they could finish thinking about it, Luo Lan sent Zhang Jinglin away that day.
Sister Yan Liuyuan and Xiaoyu who lived in the school were completely ignored like air. Even after Zhang Jinglin left, Wang Congyang never came to trouble them again.
But the problem is that although no one is looking for trouble, there are many unfamiliar refugees at the door, including fruit sellers and vegetable sellers. Wang Fugui has seen some of them. He was a worker in the factory, but now he seems to be someone he doesn’t recognize.
At this time, Wang Fugui realized that the barrier's management of the market town was not as simple as imagined. There were already refugees who had been bribed and became the barrier's spies.
On weekdays, these people are ordinary refugees, but once someone among the refugees wants to join forces to rebel or even go on strike, they will immediately tell the barrier who is behind the scenes.
No wonder the two previous strikes were instantly suppressed by the private troops of the barrier. It turned out that there was an insider.
Wang Fugui wrote down these people one by one. He must not offend them in the future, and he must never tell the truth to others again.
The people watching at the door were not only refugees, but also a few people who looked obviously more fierce than private troops. Wang Fugui guessed that they were probably people from the Qing family consortium.
Speaking of Ren Xiaosu, Wang Fugui frowned: "Some factory workers near Jingshan came back and said that there seemed to be movement over there. The volcano in Jingshan erupted, and there were dark clouds over the entire Jingshan."
However, Yan Liuyuan was very relaxed: "My brother must be fine."
Because, his wish was to use his own life to ensure that Ren Xiaosu returned safely.
He is not dead now, which means that Ren Xiaosu is fine.
Wang Fugui and Sister Xiaoyu would probably not believe this kind of thing, and Yan Liuyuan would not take his secrets lightly.Speak up.
Wang Fugui thought for a while and said, "That's right. Taking over the position of Xiaosu will definitely bring disaster to the legacy for thousands of years."
However, at this moment, Wang Fugui suddenly felt a chill down his spine. , Wang Fugui suppressed the doubts in his heart, and lowered his voice and said to Yan Liuyuan and Sister Xiaoyu: "You should be careful recently. If you want to leave the market town, just tell me and I will help you find a way. I think these people may not be I came here for you, but for Ren Xiaosu."
Wang Fugui is a good person. After thinking about it, he felt that the people at the door were like a net, waiting for someone. Throw yourself into this net.
Zhang Jinglin has already been sent away. Who else could be the target of this net besides Ren Xiaosu?
"They want to arrest Ren Xiaosu? Why?" Sister Xiaoyu almost exclaimed.
Wang Fugui thought for a long time and suddenly said: "Don't let Ren Xiaosu bring trouble to the team at the barrier again in Jingshan?! It's very possible!"
However, The vision still reflected Wang Fugui's imagination. Ren Xiaosu not only brought disaster to the people in the band, but also brought disaster to the Qing Family Group...
At this time, Qing Zhen was standing on a certain hillside. With a helpless look on his face: "When the hell will it be until when can I go back to the 112 barrier?!"
Xu Mo sighed: "Boss, even you started swearing..."
Qing Zhen became melancholy: "The character is broken!"
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