Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

Chapter 264 Yan Fugui Complains

The lights are on;

Zhou Zheng and his team returned with a full load.

The car was driving in the winding alleys, and Zhou Zheng could only drive carefully.

But the women were different, they chattered about topics that interested them.

Zhou Zheng listened to it for a few seconds casually, but felt uninterested, so he turned on the car radio.

Even though Zhou Zheng’s car has lower configuration than the domestically produced Hongqi sedan, it also has a radio.

The crackling sound of the electric current lasted for a moment, and then the magnetic voice of the news anchor was heard.

What was being broadcast was the evening news, which was mostly about the country's future policies and praise for some major companies, with a contemporary pop song inserted in the middle.

It’s not that there was no follow-up, but that the car had already arrived at the gate of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

Zhou Zheng stopped the car;

"Mom, you guys go home first, I'll go park the car."

"Okay, come back soon."

"Yes, I know."

Yu Wanrong and the others got off the car, and Zhou Zheng parked the car at the entrance of the alley next door.

After locking the car door, he walked into the courtyard carrying a bag of things.

Yan Fugui stood at the main entrance and greeted Zhou Zheng with a smile, "You're back."

Zhou Zheng threw him a tomato and said, "Well, you're back."

Zhou Zheng had thought that a tomato would be enough to send Yan Fugui away, but he didn't expect him to come closer, which made him look a little strange.

"Okay, how much more do you want?"

Yan Fugui shook his head and laughed, "Oh, no, I have something to tell you."

"Oh? Then go ahead."

Yan Fugui looked around like a thief, and when he saw that there was no one else, he lowered his voice and said, "Well, I saw that kid Banggeng hanging around your door today. I'm afraid he's up to something bad."

Zhou Zheng frowned slightly and took a breath of cold air, "Hiss, this bastard, you are not that brave."

Yan Fugui clicked his tongue and said, "Tsk tsk, this child will never learn anything good from Jia Zhang. You'd better be careful."

Zhou Zheng joked, "Damn it, I'll put two traps in front of the door when I go to work tomorrow. If anyone sneaks in, I'll trap him to death."

Yan Fugui thought that what Zhou Zheng said was true, and couldn't help but worry: "There's no need for this. If something bad really happens, won't we have to treat it?"

Zhou Zheng asked in confusion, "Why should we treat him? I remember when there was a thief next door, didn't we ask the neighbors to come out and beat him to death? They were not responsible for that. It's nothing to catch him with a trap."

Yan Fugui finally said, "Oh, this is really inappropriate."

Zhou Zheng smiled carefreely, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. I have to go home and cook."

Yan Fugui came back to his senses and forced a smile, "Okay!"

He was worried that what Zhou Zheng said about the animal trap was true, and that he might be implicated, so he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to tell Zhou Zheng about the stick trap.

The courtyard is very lively in the evening.

Under the old locust tree in the center of the front yard, several workers from the steel rolling mill who were off work sat in a circle and chatted about family matters. The rising and falling of their voices revealed a sense of leisure and contentment.

The children were chasing and playing in the yard, with laughter and carefree smiles on their faces.

In front of the kitchen window, women are busy preparing dinner, and the smoke rising up forms a warm family picture.

The sounds of pots and pans rang out.

They occasionally poked their heads out and reminded the children playing to be careful, their voices full of concern and maternal warmth.

Zhou Zheng looked at this heartwarming scene and smiled gently.

In fact, No. 95 Nanluoguxiang is still very good even after the disappearance of people like Yi Zhonghai, the deaf old lady, and Jia Zhang, just like right now.

In the east corner courtyard, Yu Li was holding an enamel basin and pouring the waste water from washing vegetables under the big tree in the middle of the courtyard. When she looked up, she happened to see Zhou Zheng looking at her.

This made him blush, and he stammered, "I'm back."

"Well, I'm back."

Zhou Zheng smiled and nodded, handed a bag of tomatoes to the other person and motioned for her to take it.

Then he asked, "Why didn't you go to work at the institute today?"

Yu Li hurriedly took the bag, her other hand wagging nervously, "Today... I had something to do today, so I asked Director Tian for leave. You were not here at the time."

Zhou Zheng laughed and shook his head. "Hey, Sister Yu, why are you so nervous? Can I eat you? Here, give me another cabbage..."

As he spoke, he picked out a larger cabbage from his other pocket and handed it to Yu Li.

Yu Li took it with a smile as bright as a peach blossom, "Thank you..."

Zhou Zheng said generously: "You're welcome. I'll go back first then!"

Yu Li nodded and said in a whisper, "Okay..."

She wasn't sure whether Zhou Zheng heard it or not.

After saying goodbye to Yu Li, Zhou Zheng pushed open the gate of the east courtyard carrying the vegetables, then turned back and closed the gate, but did not bolt it.

Ever since Yu Wanrong returned to Beijing, Zhou Zheng's courtyard door was rarely bolted as long as someone was at home. One couldn't just live their life behind closed doors, right?

In the middle of the yard, the debris from firecrackers that had not yet been cleaned up were still piled up in piles.

Zhou Zheng suddenly had an idea and wanted to try whether the firecracker debris could be recycled through the system.

After a little experimentation, it really works!

It was actually two cents higher than the recycling price of waste paper, so I recycled it without hesitation, without even bothering to put the vegetables back into the house.

In just a few minutes, all the firecracker debris in the yard was collected, and a total of 7.46 points were obtained, which is not bad!

An eighth-level worker at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill works hard all day but earns less than he does recycling firecracker debris.

Shaking his head and laughing.

"I really want to work hard, but my strength doesn't allow it."

Go back inside.

Tian Xinyue and He Yushui were already preparing utensils for hot pot, but they didn't see Yu Wanrong.

"Where's mom?"

"The kitchen."

Tian Xinyue rolled her eyes at Zhou Zheng and said, "Didn't we say that you'd be punished by cooking? Why are you so late in coming back? Are you trying to avoid punishment?"

Zhou Zheng raised his hands and begged for mercy: "Oh, how dare I do that? I saw that the firecracker debris in the yard was not cleaned up, so I helped to clean it up. Do you think I am the kind of person who escapes punishment?"

He Yushui shook her head, then pursed her lips and said, "Brother Zhou, you don't look like that!"

Tian Xinyue immediately took over the conversation, "You are!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two girls began to giggle.

At this time, Yu Wanrong popped her head out of the kitchen and shouted, "My eldest son is back. Hurry up and give me the tomatoes. We need them to make the soup base."

Tomatoes? What tomatoes? Have you bought any tomatoes?

Zhou Zheng's face was a little embarrassed, "Okay!"

As a last resort, he had to pick a bag of tomatoes from the farm in the dimensional space and pretend that the tomatoes were not given to Yu Li.

Let me mention the dimensional space again here.

Dimensional space is Zhou Zheng’s personal little world.

Everything in the dimensional space will follow Zhou Zheng's thoughts. In other words, Zhou Zheng can thresh millet, sow seeds, pick fruits and vegetables in his small world.

Even if Lou Xiao'e was selling food and fruits within the dimensional space, Zhou Zheng had already picked them in advance and placed them in the warehouse of the space villa, so that Lou Xiao'e could send the supplies out.

So it is not surprising that Zhou Zheng can produce all kinds of things from his hands at any time.

Zhou Zheng came to the kitchen and handed the tomatoes to Yu Wanrong.

Yu Wanrong took the tomato, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion: "Hanqing, this tomato is not the one bought at the vegetable market, right?"