Time flies and it is two o'clock in the afternoon.

Fatty Fang, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, pityingly cleaning the attic on the sixth floor.

The old lady was humming a little song happily, bent down happily, and scraped the garbage under the bed with a broom. She was very serious and could not be cleaned up completely.

I told this silly old woman that I don’t need to clean up so cleanly, and I just want to do it. But people told me that although I am renting a house, I have to clean up my former "home" and return it back. I have to be conscientious and responsible in doing things.

"Zhao Qingyi!"

My sister seemed to have packed up something amazing, pinched her waist and shouted my name, as if she was going to kill someone.

"What's wrong?"

I was smoking and being the boss while playing the hand-off, and looked confused.

"There are seven smelly socks you haven't washed before in one bed. Ask yourself the smell is about to ferment. Why are you so cowardly? Tomorrow, your smelly socks must be washed once a day, otherwise I will drive you out of the house, hum!"

My sister arrogantly gave me rigid indicators.

"Wow!"

Fatty Fang seized the opportunity and wanted to take revenge. He pinched his nose and frowned in disgust. He almost pussed into a straight line: "Your smell of smelly socks is really good. Are you going to pickle pickles with socks? Why are you still seven? Shouldn't it be eight? One of them isn't you sleepwalking for food? Then we have to go to the anorectal department to check it out!"

"Get out of here, I'll kill you if you talk!"

I didn't give Fatty Fang a good face, and then I changed my face instantly as if I had learned Peking Opera and changed my face. I picked up the smelly socks on the ground in a charming way, and then threw them into the garbage bag: "Sister, calm down, live with you, and it will be absolutely clean in the future. I guarantee that you can't see a cockroach in our house!"

"Brave!"

Fatty Fang was very happy to have a knife whenever he was accused of it.

"You really deserve a beating!"

I pressed my finger joints and wanted to beat him up again.

"You have bullied Xiao Fang, and what they said is true."

At this time, the old sister and Fatty Fang stood on the same front. After stopping me, the Fatty Fang said calmly: "Xiao Fang, you have a larger plastic bag, this bedding, etc., so you can throw it away after a while."

"It's true, sister!"

Fatty Fang was like the last slave of the Qing Dynasty. He glared at me fiercely, and then rolled the single bed into a ball and threw it into the garbage bag.

"And don't want your clothes!"

The old sister looked at a bunch of clothes that were about to get moldy, and she wanted to explode. She endured helplessly and did not get angry: "Wait two days later, I will pay for you, I will buy it again."

"What do you say?"

I rubbed my nose and head awkwardly without saying a word.

...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the things were packed, and the main time was wasted in my room. My sister's luggage was packed in less than 20 minutes.

Because she didn't have much luggage, there were a few items such as changing clothes, other cosmetics and women's accessories.

Go downstairs and throw away what you should throw away.

I called a Huolala van and the group rushed to Shengshi Garden.

When we arrived at Shengshi Garden, Fatty Fang and I walked upstairs in front of us with big bags of things, and the old lady followed behind to carry a relatively small bag in our hands.

"Brother Yi, do you buy a quilt for you?"

Fatty Fang was picking the lowly flying eyes with a slutty.

"Do you think you should buy it or not?"

I was also awkward to look back.

"If you don't buy it, you'll just squeeze into bed to sleep at night!"

Fatty Fang knew what I thought easily.

"Hehehe..."

I smirked and swallowed a hot saliva.

...

"This house is pretty good!"

The old sister satisfactorily chose the bedroom on the right and laid out the quilt that she had used for three years but was still very clean.

After packing up the room, I looked back and saw Fatty Fang and I who were selling the orders: "Xiao Fang, open the blue bag, there are pots and pans, etc. I will go downstairs to buy vegetables later and cook for you. We will move a new house, so we have to heat the pot and stove to add popularity."

"Okay!"

Fatty Fang happily agreed, and then ran back to his own house, deep and shallow, to wake up his cheap wife.

"What are you doing for cooking? It's too troublesome."

I'm afraid my sister will be tired.

"I helped you move, don't you thank me?"

The old sister sat on the bed and rubbed her a little sore thigh.

"Then stop cooking. Fatty Fang called his partner here later. You and his partner, go downstairs to find a fresh food supermarket and buy some mutton. Let's eat hot pot tonight. It's more lively to eat hot pot."

Seeing that I couldn't persuade her, I took out a trick that was easy to deal with with, but actually wanted to eat hot pot too.

"OK!"

The old lady nodded foolishly: "When did Fatty Fang find a partner? I sent me a photo yesterday! The little girl is quite beautiful, but she looks in the photo and is a little dazed."

"I found it two days ago. The child is very good and his mind is really not very good at turning. Later, if his partner says something wrong with his lips, you just pretend that he didn't hear it."

Although Yin Ruhua has no tendency to harm others now, I still gave my sister a vaccination and didn't even want her to contact Yin Ruhua. However, her expectant little look made me deny this idea.

She wants to have a homosexual playmate too much.

"Huahua, call this beautiful lady the elder sister!"

Fat Fang, wearing a black floral nightgown, walked over from the next door and told her who was the sister at the first time.

"Hello sister!"

Yin Ruhua is not drooling now, and she is still a little demented. She speaks very directly, and she bows at 90 degrees as if she wants to send it away to her sister.

"Hey! Hello!"

The old sister greeted her kindly, avoided the etiquette, quickly helped Yin Ruhua up, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and the two sat down together, and communicated happily without any obstacles, which was quite harmonious.

“Eat hot pot tonight.”

My fat man blinked his eyes.

"Just eat! I want to eat Hailar's mutton, and eat something else to get stuck in my throat."

Fatty Fang was very upset and continued to work hard with me.

"I think you look like Hailar! I'll give you some Mediterranean lamb!"

I thrust my big ears into his face.

"It's really not a thing to do when you talk, bah!"

As a veteran verbal player, Fatty Fang knew that fighting was definitely useless and could only enjoy it by speaking.

"That, is Lao Zhou still in his store now?"

I remembered a role that is an elder relative to us.

"It should be here."

Fat Fang answered with little certainty: "He should be in the ordering store. He has no place to go except the store! He is freer than both of us every day!"

"Oh! Xiao Feng!"

The old sister said by the way: "I haven't seen Uncle Zhou for a long time. I miss him a lot. Call Uncle Zhou over here too!"

"I have the same idea. He stays by himself every day and doesn't cook, so he knows how to drink. Call him over and we can also make a meal for him."

I nodded and patted Fatty Fang again: "You go with me to find Lao Zhou, and then you can prepare meals with my sister with your wife, okay?"

"Then let's go."

"Let's go."

Fatty Fang and I walked out of the house.

...

Lao Zhou opened a funeral supplies store near the Third People's Hospital in Lubei District. He has a business, so he doesn't often hang out with us.

Jiangshui Road is not too far from the Third People's Hospital, and it takes 20 minutes to take a taxi.

When I arrived near the hospital, I found it from rows of funeral supply stores. The most eye-catching and unique one.

The store is called "Good Luck".

There is a paper man of a boy and a girl on each side of the door.

There is nothing strange about paper people, but the strange thing is that the paper people have couplets hanging in their hands.

The couplet in the hand of the boy's paper man on the left is "Welcome".

The couplet in the hand of the virgin paper man on the right is "Peace in and out".

A horizontal banner "I will make a fortune" is posted on the glass frame on the top of the door.

The first impression it gives is that it is very absurd, and it is not like doing serious work, which leads to a bleak business and few people come.

Moreover, in terms of decoration, the translucent glass doors are covered with dust and dirt, and they are directly dried and opaque. The burial is illusion that they will go bankrupt at any time. The burned paper and gold ingots are piled up in several piles, but they are rarely taken care of. The urn is single in style. Just looking at it, you know that it is not carefully made of good materials, but the price is clearly marked at 15,000.

What’s even more disgusting is that the aroma of burning comes out of the store is mixed with the smell of smoke and contains the bizarre hybrid smell of inferior white wine. If anyone has the courage to smell it, his head will be buzzing for a long time.
Chapter completed!