Chapter 84 I will help you realize your wishes one by one
Anything else?
Li Caiyun smiled without showing her teeth: "One should not be too greedy. I will be satisfied if these wishes can be fulfilled one by one."
Zhou Yong's eyes lit up with a smile: "Okay, I'll help you realize your wishes one by one."
After hearing this, Li Caiyun's eyes became bright and she smiled like a little fox. Zhou Yong hugged her in his arms.
The young couple were hugging each other and whispering. Li Baotian called Zhou Yong to go to the brigade, and Li Caiyun reluctantly left his arms.
In the afternoon, Zhou Yong arranged the work at hand and explained everything. At around three o'clock, he went to the public security brigade.
Liu Dazhuang hasn't returned from the commune yet, and he has no idea what the current situation is.
Zhou Yong left a message, asking Liu Dazhuang to come back and find him, and then he took Sun Qing to patrol the area.
The wheat harvest was about to begin, and Zhou Yong, as the team leader of the production team, should go to the fields to see how the crops were growing.
Zhou Yong pretended to take a stroll and took Sun Qing back to the team. As for when to harvest the wheat, they would make arrangements after they came back from the mountain.
"Sun Qing, wait two days and find a few people to clean up the yard..."
Let every household sharpen their sickles so that they don't waste time waiting until the wheat harvest.
Sun Qing wrote down everything Zhou Yong had told him in his little notebook: "Captain, do you have anything else to tell me?"
Zhou Yong thought for a while and shook his head. Sun Qing put away the notebook and went about his own business.
It was already five o'clock. Zhou Yong looked at the time and prepared to go home after get off work when Cao Biao's giggling voice reached his ears.
Zhou Yong stood up, and Cao Biao walked into the office while talking to someone else.
"I'm so tired, hurry up and pour a glass of water for my brother."
Cao Biao walked into the room and sat on a stool. Without saying a word, he ordered Zhou Yong to pour him some water.
Zhou Yong kindly poured him a glass of water, and Cao Biao drank it up in a few big gulps.
"You know about Dong Fu, right?"
Cao Biao nodded, put down the enamel teacup and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"When I came back, I went to the commune police station. Da Zhuang stayed behind to help the police arrest Dong Fu..."
The people at the police station did not know Dong Fu, so Liu Dazhuang was left behind to cooperate with the work.
Zhou Yong nodded, and his heart finally settled down.
Cao Biao took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhou Yong.
He waved his hand, and Cao Biao lit a cigarette and puffed away.
"Dong Fu, that idiot, is going to get into trouble this time..."
Cao Biao didn't expect that Dong Fu would cause such a big trouble for him when he was not at home.
Fortunately, Zhou Yong gave him advice, otherwise Cao Biao couldn't even imagine the consequences.
After listening to Cao Biao's words, Zhou Yong changed the subject: "How is Ma San?"
Cao Biao took a deep puff of his cigarette: "Ma San is recovering well. I've asked the doctor. In two or three days, once his wounds have completely healed, he can be discharged from the hospital..."
One-third of Ma San's wound has not yet healed, and if he is discharged from the hospital now, the wound is at risk of infection.
Zhou Yong said "oh" and told Cao Biao about the marriage between Ma San and the Liu family.
Cao Biao couldn't help but frown after hearing Zhou Yong's words: "Damn it, isn't Liu Youquan obviously selling his daughter?"
Whether to sell their daughter or not is Liu Youquan's business. They only need to prepare the gift money and hold a wedding for Ma San.
Cao Biao smoked a cigarette, squinted his eyes and said, "Liu Youquan is really bold to ask for a gift of 60 yuan."
Sixty dollars may not seem like a lot, but most people can’t afford it.
Cao Biao was a little embarrassed: "Ma San's hospitalization has cost more than 300 yuan so far. When I came back, I gave all the money in my pocket to Lao Qi..."
Of the more than 300 yuan in hospital fees, more than half was used to pay for Ma San's blood transfusion, and it did not include three meals a day.
Now the Liu family asked for an additional sixty yuan in gift money, plus the Ma and Liu families had not yet given their gifts, so Cao Biao calculated in his mind that by the time Liu's daughter got married, it would have to be at least one hundred and twenty or thirteen yuan.
Cao Biao rubbed his face and sighed, "What should I do?"
Zhou Yong looked at Cao Biao, who was frowning, and said, "What else can we do? Let's work together to find a solution."
"It's easy for you to say, but how can I find a solution? I took out all the money in the family, but your sister-in-law was so angry with me that she said she couldn't make ends meet anymore..."
This is Cao Biao's situation, and Liu Dazhuang and Xing Laoqi's situation is not much better than his.
But they didn't say anything. After all, it's not easy for them to save money with families to support. Now they have emptied their family assets, you can imagine how their wives would feel.
Zhou Yong frowned: "I'll figure out the gift money issue."
Cao Biao sighed: "You can't let yourself figure this out. If the village head and his wife are unhappy, your life will be more difficult than ours..."
Zhou Yong smiled softly: "Don't worry, I can handle my family affairs."
Cao Biao shook his head and said, "Don't brag. Let's sit down and study this matter together when Da Zhuang comes back."
The final result of the research was that everyone borrowed money to help Ma Sancheng build a family. All these things were within Zhou Yong's expectations.
He originally left 70 yuan for Ma San's medical expenses, and Li Hongjun gave him another 100 yuan. The money he had was enough for Ma San to get married.
Cao Biao curled his lips: "Okay, listen to me on this matter."
Zhou Yong looked at Cao Biao who was thinking about him: "Old Cao, I have money."
Cao Biao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "I know you have money, but you can't give it all out. What will your wife think of you? What will your father-in-law and his wife think of you? Listen to your brother, we can't let you take on all the responsibilities..."
In Cao Biao's eyes, Zhou Yong's life was not easy. After all, he was a son-in-law who lived with the family, so everyone took good care of him.
Zhou Yong wanted to talk about how much money he had, but unfortunately Cao Biao didn't give him a chance to speak.
"Okay, that's it. I have to go home and take a look."
Zhou Yong looked at Cao Biao's back and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He followed him and said, "Old Cao, wait for me. I have something to tell you..."
As they walked out, Accountant Sun came in wiping his sweat.
"Zhou Yong, I have something to tell you."
Cao Biao and Accountant Sun nodded and left first.
By the time Zhou Yong finished his work, Cao Biao had already returned home.
After dinner, Zhou Yong went to Cao Biao's house, and the two found a deserted place to chat.
It was already eight o'clock when Zhou Yong separated from Cao Biao, but he did not go home. Instead, he went to Li Hongjun's house.
When Zhou Yong came over, Li Hongjun's house was pitch black. He went into the yard and went towards his back garden.
Li Hongjun's wife was hiding beside the firewood pile to keep watch. When she saw Zhou Yong coming, she opened the cellar door and let him in.
The cellar was brightly lit, and Li Hongjun was busy and sweaty. He saw Zhou Yong coming and said, "Why are you here just now? Help me pack."
Zhou Yong rolled up his sleeves and started working: "Something delayed me. Didn't you come to pick up the goods at around 1 a.m.? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Li Hongjun glanced at him and said, "Do you think it's enough to just pack? We need to carry the things out..."
Zhou Yong raised his eyebrows: "Why didn't you say that before?"
Li Hongjun said: "Forgot."
Forgot?
How can I forget such a thing?
It was obvious that Li Hongjun did not say it on purpose, his purpose was just to find a laborer to do the work.
Zhou Yong saw through his thoughts and said nothing. It was already past ten o'clock when the dried game was packed, and several people, each carrying a bag of dry goods, headed for their destination.
Their transaction location was not in the village, but at a very hidden intersection in Nanshan.
Zhou Yong looked around: "Why did you choose to do business here?"
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