"Six yuan, look what I brought you," Wang Fugui's voice floated over before he arrived at the school.
Yan Liuyuan opened his eyes in bed, not wanting to get up.
Sister Xiaoyu said while folding the clothes: "Get up, six yuan."
"Sorry, I need to sleep for a while!" Yan Liuyuan muttered.
Sister Xiaoyu smiled: "If you wake up fifteen minutes earlier every day, you will have more than ninety hours a year than before, which can be used to do your favorite things. Think about what you like to do the most?"
After thinking for a long time, Yan Liuyuan wondered, "My favorite thing is to sleep..."
"Get up," Sister Xiaoyu frowned, "I'm more annoying than your brother!"
Speaking of which, Sister Xiaoyu lifted Yan Liuyuan's bed, and all the heat in the bed ran away, Yan Liuyuan could only reluctantly get up.
It was winter now, and winter was extremely cold in this era. In Yan Liuyuan's memory, every winter in the market town, people would freeze to death on the street, or freeze to death in their own shacks.
The huts were all built with branches or iron frames, and they could only be wrapped with rags around them, and they didn't block the wind at all.
In those years, he and Ren Xiaosu were shivering in the cold in the shack. Ren Xiaosu wished he could wrap all their clothes on Yan Liuyuan, no matter summer or winter, but it was still very cold.
But every time I think of those times, Yan Liuyuan will feel very happy.
He recalled what Ren Xiaosu said to him at that time: "Human happiness does not come from enjoyment, but from pain. When you suddenly taste something sweet at the moment when you are unbearably bitter, you will want to work hard." The sweetness may not be a big deal to others, but it is the greatest happiness to you at that moment.”
Sometimes Yan Liuyuan felt that if Ren Xiaosu was born in the barrier, he might be able to become a philosopher as Mr. Zhang said.
Wang Fugui came in with two sweet potatoes in his hands, 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, "Why do you like sweet potatoes so much? You cook and roast sweet potatoes every day."
Wang Fugui smiled and said: "When I was young, there was a famine outside Fort 107, I followed my father and fled here to join relatives. At that time, it was not so dangerous outside. Once we dug two sweet potatoes in the wild, and my father baked them I ate it, and I thought baked sweet potatoes were the best thing in the world."
Ever since the midnight gunfire last time, Wang Fugui broke in wearing a coat and wanted to buy Wang Congyang with money, Yan Liuyuan's name for Wang Fugui has changed.
Wang Fugui also noticed this change, so he was very happy from the bottom of his heart.
He really likes these two brothers, they are much better than his silly son Wang Dalong. He has watched Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan struggling to come to life these years, and he really feels from the bottom of his heart that these two brothers are not good. easy.
Wang Fugui looked at Li Xiaoyu and Yan Liuyuan eating roasted sweet potatoes, he suddenly looked at the school and sighed: "Mr. Zhang left, there will be no teacher in our market town."
Yan Liuyuan said nonchalantly: "What's the matter, after my brother comes back, he will be a teacher."
Zhang Jinglin had already been sent away by Luo Lan as a hot potato, and that day should be the most sensational day that all the refugees in the market town had ever seen.
Several troop transport trucks and off-road vehicles were parked at the entrance of the school, and the big man surnamed Luo in the rampart was condescending to Zhang Jinglin, just like a great eunuch in a storybook.
The refugees did not expect that Mr. Zhang in their market town had a lot of background. If he had known that he would not have saved the tuition fees, he would have sent his children to the school.
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 the refugees is so simple. They send their children to school not for knowledge, but for "relationship".
But before they finished thinking about it, Luo Lan sent Zhang Jinglin away that day.
Yan Liuyuan and Miss 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 came to make trouble, there were many unfamiliar refugees at the door, some were fruit sellers, some were vegetable sellers, Wang Fugui had seen some of them, they were factory workers on weekdays, and now But it seems that they don't know each other.
Only then did Wang Fugui realize that Barrier's management of the market town was not as simple as he had imagined. There had long been refugees who had been bribed and became the eyeliner of Barrier.
These people are ordinary refugees on weekdays, but once some of the refugees want to collude in rebellion or even strike together, they will immediately tell the barrier who is behind the scenes.
It is no wonder that the previous two strikes were instantly suppressed by the private troops of the barrier. It turned out that there were ghosts inside.
Wang Fugui wrote down these people one by one, and he must never 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 more fierce than private troops. Wang Fugui guessed that they were probably members of the Qing Consortium.
Speaking of Ren Xiaosu, Wang Fugui frowned: "A factory worker close to Jingshan came back and said that there seemed to be movement over there. The volcano in Jingshan erupted, and the entire Jingshan sky was covered with dark clouds."
However, Yan Liuyuan was very relaxed: "My brother is definitely fine."
Because, the wish he made was to use his own life to protect Ren Xiaosu from returning home safely.
He is not dead now, which means that Ren Xiaosu is fine.
Wang Fugui and Miss Xiaoyu would probably not believe this kind of thing, and Yan Liuyuan would not tell his secret casually.
Wang Fugui thought for a while and said: "That's right, taking up the post of that kid Xiaosu will definitely cause a thousand years of trouble."
However, at this moment, Wang Fugui suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Wang Fugui suppressed his doubts, lowered his voice and said to Yan Liuyuan and Miss Xiaoyu: "Be careful recently, if you want to leave the market town, just tell me , I will help you find a way, I think these people may not come for you, but for Ren Xiaosu."
Wang Fugui is a fine person, after thinking about it, he felt that the people at the door were like a net, waiting for someone to fall into the net.
Zhang Jinglin had 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 it be that Ren Xiaosu brought disaster to the barrier team again in Jingshan?! It's very possible!"
However, Wang Fugui's imagination was reflected in his gaze. Not only did Ren Xiaosu bring disaster to those in the band, he also brought disaster to the Qing Consortium...
At this time, Qing Zhen was standing on a certain hillside with a helpless expression on his face: "When the hell do we have to go back to Barrier 112?!"
Xu Man sighed: "Boss, even you have started swearing..."
Qing Zhen became melancholy: "The human design has collapsed!"
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