Chapter 17 Foodie Zhou Sinian (Part 1)

The Youth League center in the front yard is extremely lively at this time.

The old educated youth took the three people who were beaten like pigs' heads with an oil lamp and took them back.

Seeing that they were fully dressed and showed no intention of falling asleep, Zhang Xiaojun realized that they had been tricked.

But it hurts too much at the moment and I can't care about anything else.

The old educated youth looked carefully with an oil lamp and analyzed the injuries.

"Why did you hit me so hard this time? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it must hurt so much?"

"That's right, the woman was beaten hard this time, but before, she was much gentler!"

"Hey, where's the other little guy?"

Ming Dai: Your whole family is dwarfed!

"I don't know, he won't be beaten to death, will he?"

"Then go and have a look?"

"I'm not going! You go!"

Fang Mingyang's eyes flashed but he said nothing.

In the end, no one went to see how Mingdai was doing.

Fang Mingyang slept in the mud house, thinking about the big tiled house in the backyard.

If Zhou Sinian really killed someone, he should have been sent away, right?

So, they can move in.

Because they were thrown out, Liu Daye and the other two had no shelter and could only use the cotton-padded clothes taken off by other educated youth to cover themselves and get through the night.

There were constant low, hoarse moans and cries of pain, but no one seemed annoyed or disturbed.

They fell asleep to the sound and regained the balance they had lost.

The next day, early in the morning, some people from the educated youth center in the front yard got up and looked around to see what was going on behind them, but no one dared to go around the screen wall to take a look.

Mingdai also woke up. She went back to her room to wash up, then got off the kang and put the blanket back on.

The annoying guy has left, and she needs to clean up her room tonight.

But first and foremost, she had to solve the problem of firewood.

I came out of the room and looked outside. The courtyard was still very messy.

She walked into the kitchen and looked at the stove. Last night, Liu Daye and his friends had finished their meal without washing the pot, but they did finish the rice.

How shameless!

Looking at the firewood on the ground, it should be the one Zhou Sinian had picked yesterday, and some of it was still very fresh.

The water in the water tank nearby was also used up. It seemed that the three of them did not replenish it last night.

She thought for a while, then turned and went to the east room.

Looking at the closed door, she knocked.

"Can I use the firewood you brought from the kitchen? I'll make breakfast for you."

There was no sound inside.

She knocked again, repeating it.

"I'll return the firewood to you in the evening. If you don't come out, I'll take that as your consent, okay?"

After waiting for a while, there was still no sound.

Mingdai turned and went to the kitchen.

I picked up the wet firewood and put it in the corner to dry, then took the bucket and went to the well at the corner of the yard.

There is a well in this house, and educated youth used to come here often to fetch water.

Ever since this place was occupied by Zhou Sinian, they no longer dared to come here and could only go to the village to pick.

This is also the reason why they want Zhou Sinian to leave.

The well had not frozen yet, and when the bucket was thrown into the water, the sound of it falling into the water sounded much clearer in the morning.

She could only scoop up half a bucket of water at a time. Although her physical condition had improved, she still lacked strength.

Considering that she had to go up the mountain to collect firewood, she didn't collect much. Four or five trips back and forth made her tired enough, but at least she managed to wash the pot.

I cleaned the stove, scraped out the stove ashes and threw them in the corner. It was much easier to cook.

Ming Dai added water and clapped her hands. Fortunately, she had experienced rural life when she traveled before, otherwise the fire would not have started.

He pulled the bellows to increase the fire, and added more firewood to keep it burning.

Mingdai got up, went back to her room, and moved the food she had received yesterday to the kitchen.

As soon as I put my things down, a shadow appeared at the kitchen door.

Mingdai looked up and saw a tall and thin man about 1.9 meters tall staring at her.

This is Zhou Sinian.

He was very thin, so thin that his bones were visible, and his face was unrecognizable.

But he was very neat, and his hair looked dog-chewed, but not messy or greasy.

The clothes on his body were tattered, with the cotton torn in many places, but they were very clean, except that the color was a little different in shades.

No!