boyutpedia Chapter 147: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Chapter 147: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Xu Manhua came quickly and saw Lu Pingsheng sitting under the shade of a tree smoking. She walked up to him, took a cigarette from the table and lit it herself.
She squinted her eyes and spit out the circles under her eyes, then chuckled:
"So urgent, what's the matter?"
"When did Li Xiaoya die?" Lu Pingsheng went straight to the point.
Xu Manhua held her forehead with her hand, "Why should I die? Isn't it better to see her alive and struggling in the quagmire?"
Lu Pingsheng put the newspaper in front of Xu Manhua. After she took a look at it, she burst into laughter.
"I'm not lying, why are you so anxious?"
Lupin said coldly: "Do you think her purpose is just to discredit me?"
Xu Manhua sat down slowly, and said with a hint of paranoia in her tone:
"We agreed that I don't care what you do, but Li Xiaoya belongs to me, whether she lives or dies."
Lu Pingsheng wanted to say something else, but Xu Manhua interrupted him and said insincerely:
"Then I'll give her a hard time?"
A hint of annoyance flashed across Lu Pingsheng's suppressed eyes. If not...
After a summer rainstorm, the air becomes a little fresher, and the rain that evaporates and falls to the ground under the scorching sun is like a huge steamer, making people so hot that they can't breathe.
With Lu Pingsheng's huge sum of money and more than half a month of overtime work, the Wei family has been completely transformed.
"Brother Lu, are you sure all these craftsmen will be sent away?"
Wei Miao was not reassured. The appearance of the Wei family's old house had not changed, and the interior had not changed either, but the underground was only separated from a certain underground secret room in Lu Pingsheng's house by a thin layer.
The two planned to knock down the partition and make a secret stone door in a few days.
"Don't worry, they are all reliable." Lu Pingsheng's expression was very serious.
These are people who came from the southwest, who have undergone the most rigorous training and have the purest faith.
In addition to trusting himself, Wei Miao mostly trusts Lu Pingsheng.
Lu Pingsheng was both a teacher and a friend to her, guiding her on how to behave and tolerating her various minor flaws.
"Okay." Wei Miao didn't care.
It was her own choice to get closer to Lu Pingsheng, and no matter what the road ahead is, she will keep going.
In the next half month, seven or eight tenants moved into the Wei family's house one after another.
Except for Yang Qiushi and Wei Miao, who were relatively familiar, the others were from all walks of life.
There are university professors, bank clerks, rickshaw drivers, dock laborers, and writers writing at home.
People of all kinds made the Wei family, which had been deserted for a month, instantly full of life.
The people in the alley grabbed Wei Miao and asked, "Ah Miao, how much does Mr. Lu rent this house for per month?"
Wei Miao smiled obediently and said innocently:
"The side room cost four dollars, and my mother and her family's main room cost ten dollars..."
As soon as this news came out, people in the alley were in an uproar.
For the first time, they truly felt the value of a house, and for the first time they realized that they could not live in the house after buying it, but could still make money.
So people who had empty houses in the alley quickly began to learn Lu Pingsheng's model.
Mrs. Dong’s house alone rented out three rooms, and the money she earned every month was enough for her to live in peace.
Suddenly, the alley was filled with many unfamiliar figures, making it extremely bustling.
Wei Miao now has two production lines and has also produced a lot of penicillin sulfonamide.
The day before his death, Lu Ping left Shanghai for Hong Kong, preparing to sell the sulfa drugs he had and transport a large amount of raw materials back.
Wei Miao had nothing to do, so he began to study the eight bronze lamps in the underground secret room.
After she filled the lamp with tung oil, she struck a match, lit the tung oil lamp, and turned off the power.
The entire secret room was instantly plunged into darkness, and eight plum blossom marks appeared on the marble floor.
Looking at the familiar patterns that appeared in the eight directions, Wei Miao narrowed his eyes slightly.
It turned out that she and Brother Lu were both wrong. The plum blossom bronze medal had nothing to do with the Japanese.
But it has something to do with this secret room.
Wei Miao left the secret room and returned to the house next door.
In the yard, five or six half-grown children from the tenant's family were sweating profusely, but that didn't stop them from playing and having fun in the yard.
Yang Qiushi was sitting under the eaves at the door, dozing off with his eyes closed, not affected by them at all.
Seeing Wei Miao grinning, he said, "A Miao, you're back."
"Brother Yang, why didn't you go to the dock today?"
Yang Qiushi looked at the kid with a speechless look. No wonder Mr. Lu said she was mischievous.
She knew very well that she was sent by Mr. Lu to protect her, so she would tease him every day.
"I'm not feeling well today, so I'll take a half-day break."
After admiring the honest man's lie, Wei Miao walked into the house with a smile. After closing the door, he took out two bronze medals from the gap and put them in his personal bag.
As soon as Wei Miao went out, he saw a big and strong grandmother yelling in the yard:
"Oh my god, what a sin! Professor Huang left the lights on when he went out. The electricity bill is shared by everyone."
Her voice was so sharp that it drowned out the noise of children playing and the cicadas chirping in the shade of the trees.
Other people in the alley were also whispering and talking in low voices.
"And Mr. Wu, the fan at home is running all day, and the electricity used in one day is more than what we use in a month, so why should we share the electricity bill?"
Grandma Cui was guarding her own scallion pancake stall. When she heard such noise coming from the former Wei family, she sighed softly.
He said to his son who was lying on the chair with his eyes half closed:
"A Ping, go to the market and buy two bags of flour. I feel like the weather is too hot."
Cui Liping stood up lazily, and the bronze medal on his bare upper body was very conspicuous.
"Mom, it's the middle of the day, and you're not afraid of hurting me by ordering me around."
Granny Cui washed the grease off her hands, pounded her stiff waist and said:
"Mom is worried. The summer in Shen City was not this hot in the past. It's always good to buy more rice and food."
Since Cui Liping has been with Mrs. Dong, he no longer thinks about hanging out. Instead, he stays at home and learns how to make scallion pancakes from Granny Cui.
Although Mrs. Dong's haircutting skills were not very good, her fees were low, and many people were willing to go there to save a penny or two.
The two men agreed that from now on, as long as they were together, the two craftsmen would never starve to death.
Granny Cui was an experienced person, so she naturally knew about her son's affairs. She couldn't control him when he was young, and now that he was forty, she would not embarrass herself.
When Cui Liping heard his mother say this, even though he was reluctant, he still got up and went back to his room. Looking at the new clothes on the chair, his heart was burning with excitement.
He sniffed the smell of sweat on his body, filled a basin with water, wiped himself, put on his clothes and went out.
"Mom, I took all the money in the box."
After saying that, he walked into Mrs. Dong's barber shop under the scorching sun.
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There is one more chapter~~~~
Previous mistakes and current~~~
I will revise it slowly tomorrow morning~~~