When I arrived, fortunately, many departments now have a small number of people on weekends.

Otherwise, I have to wait until tomorrow, Monday, to get things done.

There were quite a few people inside, queuing up and waiting until it was almost time for lunch, so he could put the stamp on it.

After it was done, he happily came out with the stamped certificate.

With that thing, Dad can have a certain amount.

They can come over too.

Now that everything is ready, it just depends on whether Ye Shutian, the shareholder, is willing to help.

To say it's popular is just a matter of a few chapters.

The leg renewal was done, and I waited for the notification there, looking at the light snow outside and the deserted streets outside.

He hesitated for a while and decided to go back.

Brother will not be at work tomorrow!

When I got home, there were two big snowmen piled up in the yard. At first glance, it was obvious that they were the masterpieces of the children in the yard.

"Eh~"

Yang Xiaole walked towards the door of his home and saw that the lock on the single-room house next door was missing.

Have new residents arrived?

"Cough cough cough..."

While thinking, the door was opened, and a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old came out, carrying a smoking coal stove in her legs.

The wrong party is wearing a clean new cotton-padded jacket, and his figure cannot be seen.

But he is very tall, about 1.7 meters tall.

She also has an oval face, willow eyebrows, and a small cherry mouth. She looks very good-looking. Her skin is red and her legs are slender and clean.

I have some frostbite on my legs.

Her hair is shoulder length and slightly curly, and she looks very fashionable.

Good-looking, really good-looking.

It's much better than those vulgar powders, giving him a feeling like the Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling.

The wrong party saw him standing there, ignored him, and continued to light the fire there.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole was embarrassed and continued reading.

When I came to the door, I opened the curtain and walked in directly.

At this time, Wang Qiuju and her eldest brother had returned from work and were walking to the house eating steamed sweet potatoes.

Seeing him coming back, Wang Qiuju asked Yidong: "Why did you come back so late? Where did you go?"

Yang Xiaole chuckled.

He took out the certificate and said: "He has stamped Dad's certificate. Once the shop is completed, Zhai Mulubian can go to work. And if Dad asks if he can come over tomorrow, there will be a quota after the leg renewal is done."

Already."

"Really?"

Wang Qiuju saw this and rushed to pick up the things.

Seeing that there was an extra stamp stamped on it, I suddenly felt happy and carefully put the things away.

"Have you lost that one? Can my father come to the city? I'm relying on him at work!"

After saying that, he got up and went to the back room.

Come back after putting away your things.

Yang Xiaole was speechless for a while while holding the sweet potatoes on the table: "Mom, I'm really prepared to let them eat sweet potatoes all winter long?"

Wang Qiuju pointed at the red cabbage on the table and said, "Hey, isn't there some red cabbage? Didn't we all get through winter like this before?"

Hearing that, Yang Xiaole rolled his red eyes.

Does that make a difference?

Well, just pretend he didn't ask, my mentality will change in a short while!

There is no way, I was afraid of being poor before.

Thinking about the room next door, he curiously asked Yidong: "Who is that girl next door? When did she move here?"

Yang Xiaogang said: "Oh, the people from the Wu Neighborhood Committee brought it here, not the announcer from Uncle Wang's factory."

Hearing those words, Yang Xiaole let out a light sigh.

What Wang Qiuju said surprised him.

Just listen to his serious explanation: "Boss, that girl next door, I will have less contact with her in the future. Did you hear me? Don't look at her good looks, just stick your butt out and get close to her."

"Mom, he didn't have it! Didn't he just borrow some matches?"

The elder brother looked innocent.

Yang Xiaole didn't understand what Hong meant, so he asked: "Mom, what's wrong? I say that a good girl looks like a plague god, is she a widow?"

Even if you were a widow, there were still many people asking for you in those days.

Wang Qiuju glanced at the door and whispered, "He heard from people in the courtyard that she was from a brothel before!"

Yang Xiaole naturally had a look of disbelief: "How can Keke? How old is he! How can Keke be a member of the brothel?"

It has been ten years since Peiping was liberated.

Did he end up in a brothel at the age of seven or eight?

When Wang Qiuju saw this, she said: "No, he didn't believe it at first. That girl is quite pitiful. Her mother was not in a brothel before, and she was raised in a brothel..."

Then he explained the situation.

The girl's name is Qu Ying. In 1946, mother and daughter were sold into a brothel by her bastard father.

After liberation, Qu Ying's mother worked in a textile factory and took her to live with her. A few years ago, Qu Ying's mother went to the northwest to "support" frontier soldiers.

But Qu Ying was left behind.

With money left over from my mother, I went to high school, and in September I was assigned to work as an announcer in a flexible shaft factory.

That means our house collapsed and we moved there.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole suddenly realized, and then said: "Mom, don't I think she is quite pitiful? She and her mother were sold by her father, and they were unwilling. Besides, she was so so before.

It’s so small!”

Wang Qiuju sighed when she heard this: "He knows, he sounds pitiful. If there is any difficulty, they can help Yidong. But if he can marry her as a wife, that will definitely not work! My old Yang family is very happy."

I want that face! He..."

Halfway through her words, Yang Xiaole stopped her with her legs.

He glanced towards the door.

Everyone else was curious when they saw this, and looked towards the door.

"What's wrong?"

As soon as Wang Qiuju finished speaking, there was a tapping sound at the door, "Aunt Wang..."

The sound is sweet and waxy, very nice.

"Hey, come in!"

Hearing the sound, Wang Qiuju rushed over and called out if she knew the girl next door.

It was then that the door curtain was opened, and a beautiful face came in, it was Qu Ying.

"Aunt Wang, can you lend him another piece of briquettes? When he gets the briquettes here at noon, I can give them to you. Do you think so?"

Wang Qiuju was a little embarrassed when she heard that, and she didn't know if she heard what she just said.

He rushed over and said, "It's okay. It's just at the door. I took it myself."

"Hey, great, thank you Aunt Wang."

After saying that, he went back again, and the sound of taking something was heard at the door.

Wang Qiuju was relieved when she saw that the person was gone.

Seeing his expression, Yang Xiaole smiled and said: "Mom, I think you feel guilty if you talk about people behind their backs? No matter how much they are oppressed, they are still considered members of our proletariat!"

Hearing that, Wang Qiuju glared at him: "Then my voice must be lowered, I will really hear it later."

Then he whispered: "If he knows, why can't he marry her back as his wife anyway?"

Yang Xiaole looked at the embarrassed older brother next to him and teased: "Mom, I think I'm overthinking it. I guess there's someone in my heart."

"I...what nonsense am I talking about!"
To be continued...