Under the shade of the tree, two boys held bamboo poles and clinging to cicadas. The old man sat on the rattan chair with a palm-leaf fan, teasing the birds placed beside him from time to time. Several aunts gathered together to chat about family matters, while in the public telephone room at the entrance of the alley, the young man in a floral shirt was still enjoying himself soaking in the phone porridge.

It is a lively scene, a leisurely and peaceful daily life in the capital. Of course, we must ignore the flower shirt that was still gnawing on the phone. For several months, the flower shirt has occupied the phone room without any resistance, and spent countless phone bills. The business we were talking about ranges from Indonesia's three-ply plate to Soviet rebar. After agreeing to get rich, we invited countless neighbors to the Manchu and Han banquets. Anyway, so far, everyone has never seen a sparrow leg.

Only when Cao Bing passed by with two followers did the neighbors greet him warmly because they knew that Cao Bing was the real big shot nearby...

Hu Biao was sweating profusely and moved the honeycomb coal. Zhou Mei brought out a big bowl of tea, fed Hu Biao several big mouthfuls with heartache, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Seeing the two showing their love, Pingping next to her rolled her eyes and left to play outside consciously. She was still complaining in her heart: "I'm about to go to elementary school, I'm a big girl!"

However, just as Pingping was out of the yard, Cao Bing and others passed by and stood at the gate of the yard: "Yeah, Sister Mei, Biaozi, are you all here? Today I will ask one thing, when will you pay back the debts of both of you?"

Zhou Mei and Hu Biao's faces looked a little ugly. Logically speaking, the money left by Jing Jian was enough for Zhou Mei's family to live. However, Zhou Mei was just rude. The treasury bill of more than 200,000 yuan was kept for Jing Jian. After listening to Jing Jian's instructions, he spent money to turn the store on the street into a three-story building, and... this was Jing Jian's property. Zhou Mei was already satisfied with keeping the yard behind, and even saved the rent for Jing Jian.

Zhou Mei had already given the bookstore to Wang Ruolin's house. The tape and copy business? Is it still necessary to say? He criticized the liberalization of the bourgeoisie and cleaned up the cultural market, but it had not opened for half a year. In this case, he had to continue to treat Dalin's parents with chronic diseases, not only was hesitant to lose money, but also owed a lot of debt.

Hu Biao said, "Bingzi, can it take a few days to slow down? I heard that the wind outside is not that tight, so I will go to set up a stall today."

Unexpectedly, Cao Bing refused: "Take it down. How much can you make in setting up a stall? When can I pay it back to my 7,000 yuan? If you don't pay it back today, I will be sorry to Sister Mei. I will take away all the machines in your store. Don't say that I don't care about friendship. Ask you, Sister Mei, I will pay 20,000 yuan in your yard. I heard that the aunt is going to have surgery, and that money is enough. If the store in front is willing to sell, I will raise 100,000 yuan for you, how about it?"

"The store in front is not good, it's Ajian." Zhou Mei flatly refused.

"Sister Mei, that room book is your name." Cao Bing persuaded. With the development over the years, Cao Bing has become one of the tape kings of this land. There are dozens of people who have eaten with him. He is no longer the small character who set up a street stall.

Moreover, Cao Bing heard some time ago that this place had been renovated into old houses, so he started to think about Zhou Mei. A widow who was unfounded from another place? Isn’t Cao Bing, a local? As for Jing Jian, Zhou Mei’s help? Who cares about whom?

"The store will definitely not be done." Zhou Mei refused again. But she was somewhat hesitant about selling her yard. In fact, this is the sorrow of the lack of labor at home. There are elderly and young people at the top. Even if Hu Biao helps, the work will still become intermittent. Without a stable income, it will definitely be difficult to have a stable life.

"That's it." Cao Bing waved to his followers without waiting for Zhou Mei's decision, "Pull the machine!"

Cao Bing deliberately made the debts accumulate slowly, just for the two houses in Zhou Mei's hands. Now he took away the machine and completely cut off Zhou Mei's source of income. As long as it takes a long time, Cao Bing will succeed sooner or later. Especially in the store in front, Cao Bing is bound to win.

"Slow, slow down." Hu Biao quickly stopped him. Like Zhou Mei, he was quite honest. He always felt that he was still in the wrong hands. "Soldier, can I bear a few days? I'll borrow? Without the machine, the Meizi family will have no income."

"Biaozi, look at what you are like?" Unexpectedly, Cao Bing taught people a lesson, "If you want to be with Sister Mei, no one can stop her, but when she comes to the countryside, all the expenses are you, and she is still with her old and young. Aren't you a ghost-loving pit?"

"Hey, you have to take care of my business?" Hu Biao was unhappy all of a sudden. Zhou Mei behind her was already red in her eyes. She felt wronged, and she felt that Hu Biao had indeed made a lot of efforts over the years.

"Who cares about your trouble?" Cao Bing turned around and ordered his followers, "Let's go and let them talk about love, let's pull the machine!"

“…”

...

At the entrance of the alley, Pingping was hiding from the two monkeys who were stalking with cicadas and wanted to play with her, despised their bodies for being dirty. Suddenly, a big hand touched her head. Pingping looked up and showed a happy look: "Hey! Uncle Xiao Jian, you are finally here!"

"Ha?" Jing Jian was immediately amused by Pingping's little devil, "Where is your mother?"

"Where is in the room, I'm with Uncle Biaozi. My mother said that Uncle Biaozi likes to say nonsense to lie to her, but I found that my mother loves to listen." Pingping raised her head and said seriously.

"Haha?" Jing Jian felt more and more interesting as he heard it. He glanced at the corner of his eyes and vaguely heard Cao Bing's words at the gate of the courtyard. When he saw him turn around and leave, he quietly winked at Xiao Miao behind him. Xiao Miao nodded with understanding.

Jing Jian lowered his head and asked with a smile: "Uncle has brought you a lot of things. He has clothes and toys. Do you like it? I'm about to go to school? We Pingping is just beautiful."

"Hey! After going to school, you don't have time to play. You men know how to bully women!"

"Hahaha!" Jing Jian laughed, "Little girl, let me imitate your mother and beat you up on her ass!"

"Hehe." Pingping was not afraid at all. She regained the child's agility and held Jing Jian's hand with a smile.

...

Stepping into the yard, Zhou Mei and Hu Biao were greeted with surprise eyes. Jing Jian put down the suitcase in his hand and nodded to the two: "Sister-in-law, Biaozi, I'm back." Then, he added, "I won't leave!"

...

At the front door of the photocopy shop, Cao Bing commanded several people to carry the photocopier and other machines onto the tricycle. On the opposite side of the road, Xiao Miao and a few companions were sitting in the car, smoking silently...
Chapter completed!