When Xie Zhuo came out of Da Bao and Xiao Bao's room, Xu Yan glanced at the time; a full hour had passed.
I don't know what he said, but Da Bao and Xiao Bao seemed to be in a good mood. They didn't cry or make a fuss, nor did they laugh excitedly. They were very calm.
She was calm, just like before we talked.
Did Xie Zhuo not talk to him?
He wondered what was going on, but Xu Yan didn't ask any further questions.
Sometimes, family members also need their own space and secrets.
After Xie Zhuo left home, he went straight to Liu Mancang's house. Liu Mancang had just finished eating and was about to run out when he bumped into Xie Zhuo.
"Third Brother?" Liu Mancang stopped in his tracks. "What brings you here?"
"Just wandering around," Xie Zhuo said, then greeted Yang Shulan, who was about to leave with Liu Mancang, "Auntie."
Yang Shulan's complexion wasn't too good to begin with, but when she saw Xie Zhuo arrive, she smiled and asked, "Have you eaten? Why don't you eat some more at Auntie's?"
"I've already eaten," Xie Zhuo said. "I'm going to ask Mancang to go for a walk. You and Uncle can continue with your work."
Yang Shulan glanced at him, then at Liu Mancang, before turning and walking back. "Okay, you two talk."
Liu Mancang hadn't realized that his mother had come out with him. He looked at Yang Shulan's back with some confusion, then turned to Xie Zhuo, "Third Brother, I was just about to go find you."
"Oh?" Xie Zhuo pulled the scarf around her neck up, covering her entire nose, leaving only her eyes showing as she looked at him. "What do you want?"
“I’ve figured out a way to make money these past two days,” Liu Mancang rubbed his hands together. “It’s just a little bit of money, but it adds up.”
Xie Zhuo raised an eyebrow.
As Xie Zhuo followed Liu Mancang toward the next brigade, the more he listened, the more he felt there was something going on.
“It’s been three days,” Liu Mancang said smugly. “I won one dollar and thirty cents. Hey, let alone factory workers in the city, who can earn that much money in a day?”
Xie Zhuo calculated the price he would make repairing ten watches a day, and then calculated the price he would make repairing five radios a day...
I also calculated for Xu Yan the average daily profit she could earn after investing 65,000 yuan...
"Who brought you here?" Xie Zhuo interrupted Liu Mancang's series of assumptions as he became more and more agitated.
“Nobody,” Liu Mancang said. “I had nothing to do the other day, so I came over to this educated youth settlement for a stroll. Then I ran into a group of them playing cards. They said they had won several yuan in two days, so I went over to take a look and found that they were indeed quite lucky, winning several hands a day.”
Xie Zhuo didn't say anything, but he was thinking about this matter in his mind.
But when Liu Mancang led him toward a widow's courtyard, he stopped.
"What's wrong, Third Brother?" Liu Mancang stopped and looked at Xie Zhuo with some confusion.
"What do you mean, 'what's wrong'?" Xie Zhuo glanced at him. "Are you out of your mind? How could you just barge into someone's house like that?"
As Xie Zhuo spoke, he glanced around the road and saw several people craning their necks to look in their direction.
“Don’t go into her house,” Liu Mancang said anxiously, afraid that Xie Zhuo would misunderstand him. “She added a wall to the backyard gate in her backyard. If you go into the yard and walk forward, you will be directly in the backyard.”
Xie Zhuo frowned. "You think you can just refuse to go in like that? To other people, you've been going to her house all the time."
“I,” Liu Mancang said, his neck stiff, “the innocent will clear themselves.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Xie Zhuo raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the neck.
"Go home and take your medicine. The truth will prevail."
Xie Zhuo originally wanted to see who was so blatant as to bring people over to play cards, but to go in and see, he would have to go into the widow's backyard first, so he decided not to go in.
Let alone now, even ten or twenty years from now, if you go to the widow's yard every day, there will still be a lot of people gossiping.
Oh, you said a wall was added inside, so a wall was added inside?
Who knows what it's like inside?
Even if a wall were added to the yard to separate the front and back yards, what kind of decent family would want to sneak into someone else's backyard?
Isn't this just asking for trouble?
Just as Xie Zhuo was about to leave with Liu Mancang, a voice called out to Liu Mancang from behind.
"Hey, Mancang, you brought people with you today?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties. His face was nothing special, except for a mole on the corner of his mouth, which made him look like a bad person.
While Xie Zhuo was sizing up the person, that person was also sizing up Xie Zhuo.
Seeing that he was tall and handsome, standing straight in front of the gate, seemingly even taller than the gate itself, and that his clothes, though patched in many places, were very clean, and that his demeanor was unlike that of a farmer, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly.
The two looked at each other, while the male educated youth beside them patted Liu Mancang on the shoulder and asked, "Why didn't you go in?"
Liu Mancang didn't say that Xie Zhuo wouldn't let him in; he just chuckled dryly, "I tripped and fell when I went out this afternoon. I guess I wasn't very lucky, so I'm not playing anymore."
“Oh, how could that be?” the male educated youth smiled. “You were so lucky this morning, maybe you’ll be even luckier this afternoon. Come on.”
As he spoke, he put his arm around Liu Mancang's shoulder and continued to lead him into the courtyard.
Before he could take two steps, Liu Mancang was grabbed by the arm and pulled back by Xie Zhuo.
"What are you doing?" The male educated youth glared at Xie Zhuo and tried to pull Liu Mancang away, but Liu Mancang dodged him.
"What are you doing?" Xie Zhuo looked at him expressionlessly. "He already said he didn't want to play anymore, why are you still dragging him in?"
The male educated youth glared at him, "There's no rule at the card table where you win and run!"
"Oh?" Xie Zhuo narrowed his eyes. "He hasn't even sat down at the card table yet, has he?"
"In the morning..."
"Stop talking."
Before the male educated youth could finish speaking, the middle-aged man next to him frowned and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Mancang just felt he was having bad luck this afternoon and didn't want to play. Why are you getting so worked up?"
The male educated youth fell silent.
Liu Mancang originally thought he had won money these past two days and was on a really good run of luck, so he wanted to make even more money in the next couple of days. But then this happened.
He wasn't actually mentally deficient or unable to see things clearly; there was clearly something else hidden in the words of that educated youth.
"What are you thinking about?" Xie Zhuo walked beside Liu Mancang, his voice coming from under his scarf, sounding a little muffled.
"Third Brother," Liu Mancang turned to look at Xie Zhuo, "Do you think I'm destined to be a farmer all my life?"
Xie Zhuo was slightly taken aback when he heard his words.
“I just want to make some money,” Liu Mancang said. “Why is it so difficult? I finally found a way, but it turned out to be a trap.”
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