Zhou Chong is not a fool, he can guess a few points after listening to what Xie Yunsheng said, this person must have done something with Zhou Wenbao, and it is estimated that he has also sent people to the hospital, otherwise it would be impossible to come to such an obvious conclusion.

"I moved, last year he stole a few discs from me, and also gave me a second-hand phone, let me grab and beat me, got a slight concussion, and lived in the half-moon hospital. Xie Yunsheng touched the tip of his nose, a little embarrassed, this was the first time he told Zhou Chong about his, beating people, it was really not a great achievement.

"Well played. Zhou Chong's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows were rarely bent, and he smiled.

The way he laughed was really good-looking, like a piece of 10,000-year-old ice suddenly melting into cold, with the warmth of the March spring breeze passing slightly, and the hearts of those who hooked couldn't help but jump.

"How much do you know about this pile of in the Zhou family?" Zhou Chong asked.

"Huh, you ask this?" Xie Yunsheng frowned, and then looked at Zhou Chong, the person was still calm and calm, and there was no excessive expression on his face, so that people couldn't see what he was thinking.

But what happened yesterday, Xie Yunsheng knew about it, after all, the trouble was so bad, he could hear some rumors, and then looked at Zhou Chong's attitude towards the Zhou family, it was obvious that it didn't fit, otherwise he wouldn't have told Zhou Chong and asked him to beat Zhou Wenbao.

"Zhou family, it's really the same as you said, it's really a bunch of. Xie Yunsheng sneered with a cigarette: "Zhou Wenbao and your two uncles are really not good things, Zhou Wenbao's family is all stealing, the old lady of his family, either stealing a cabbage from anyone, or touching a green onion, is sixty or seventy years old, scolding the street all day long, I really don't know how your father fell in love with her back then." ”

When it comes to gossip, Xie Yunsheng is in spirit.

Men's gossip is no less than that of women, not to mention people who don't like themselves, it's even more gushing. Moreover, Zhou Chong wants to listen, then Xie Yunsheng is a good old man who picks up Zhou Wenbao!

"Zhou Wenbao and his daughter-in-law are no better, Zhou Wenbao is stealing chickens and dogs and doing everything, he is lazy to do it, and he doesn't do any work, he goes to work in the city, he doesn't do it after working for a month or two to get the money, when to spend the money and when to go again. ”

"The people in the town are annoying to death, no one wants to talk to him, he is more annoying than a dog!"

There was a lot of sarcasm in Xie Yunsheng's words, he just wanted Zhou Chong to see clearly who the family was, so that he could have a bottom of himself, and he didn't need to keep his hands when dealing with ruffians and scoundrels, no matter how ruthless he came, only in this way would he not let them kick their noses in the face and gain an inch!

"That's enough, isn't it?" Xie Yunsheng raised his eyelids, the tip of his chin was slightly raised, and the small mole on the lower right was particularly swaggering.

"His wife is better than him. ”

In a word, Zhou Chongsheng became interested.

He naturally heard what Xie Yunsheng meant in his words, there was a situation, and the content was not ordinary.

Sure enough, just as Zhou Chong thought, Xie Yunsheng really threw out a thunderbolt in the next sentence.

"Her wife steals. ”

"It's better than the man who sells tofu in the town. ”

"Zhou Wenbao brought such a big green shell, he didn't know it yet. ”

Zhou Chong lightly lit the ash of his cigarette and stared at Xie Yunsheng playfully: "How do you know?

"Ahem, you don't care!" Xie Yunsheng felt that he shouldn't tell this person, how did he do it, it was like doing something unseemly.

"Anyway, you don't want to save any face with those two people, you don't have a ruthless start, and your position is unstable. This is Xie Yunsheng's experience.

In fact, there is no need for Xie Yunsheng to say, Zhou Chong never thought of saving any face for Zhou Wenbao's family, and those who dare to calculate him must bear the results they deserve, after all, he has never been a gentle person.

"Your second uncle is fine, he is not a bad person, but he has no ability, to put it bluntly, he is cowardly, and he is afraid of his daughter-in-law. When the Zhou family was separated, she picked Zhou Wenbao's family alone, and she didn't suffer at all, and I don't know how your second uncle had such a temperament, how did he marry such a tiger mother-in-law, it was really amazing! I wanted to take a detour when I saw her. Xie Yunsheng finished the last puff of cigarette, extinguished the cigarette butt, and looked at Zhou Chong with a smile: "You are really good at picking, you have met such two relatives!"

The sarcasm in the words is obvious, but it is not a satire of Zhou Chong, but a satire of the other two.

Zhou Chong raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xie Yunsheng deeply.

He had long known what kind of virtue the Zhou family was, but it came out of Xie Yunsheng's mouth, which made him have an extra level of cognition about the shamelessness of the Zhou family.

He never thought about dealing with the Zhou family, even if he had to come back now, he didn't want to have too much contact with the Zhou family, that is, a group of blood-sucking parasites, as long as they were bitten, they had to put some blood, Zhou Chong was not a good person, if the Zhou family was self-aware and didn't come to find trouble, then they would be fine, if they came to find it, he didn't have no means to wait.

The noodle shop didn't open today, it should have been yesterday's trouble.

Xie Yunsheng's mother is still living in the hospital, Sun Dacai was opened last night, and now he doesn't know where to go, anyway, it's not much better, Zhou Chong estimates that the noodle shop won't be able to open for three or five days, after all, it's a matter of seeing blood, and it's not so easy to pass.

Xie Yunsheng was called away by Huang Mao, the two of them muttered that they didn't know what to say, Xie Yunsheng said hello to him, sat on Huang Mao's broken motorcycle with no headlights, and with a snort, the figure was far away.

Zhou Chong didn't feel anything, for him, Xie Yunsheng was not a friend of his, he was just acquainted, after all, he had only known each other for a few days, how could he be a friend?

He has always been cold-hearted, and he can be called his friend, either he grew up together, or he has a fateful friendship.

Obviously, Xie Yunsheng is not in this ranks, but Zhou Chong has no dislike for Xie Yunsheng, although the person is very verbose, but it is not annoying.

Zhou Chong went to the commissary to buy a few bottles of milk, the milk is fresh, and the people who deliver the milk send it once a day, in glass bottles, and take the bottle away to give an extra five cents.

"Is there pure milk?" took a few bottles of milk and put them on the table, Zhou Chong thought about the old man at home, and took out a red 100 yuan and put it on the table.

"Yes, I just entered yesterday, and I took a few boxes, not much, this one has few people drinking in the town, and it is not easy to sell. "It's still the round-faced girl who speaks, and she's still the only one in the store.

The pure milk was placed on the top of the shelf, and the little girl was going to move the stool to take it down, so Zhou Chong stopped it, he put his toes on his toes, and raised his hand to take down the cardboard box above.

There are also instant noodles and luncheon meat in the store, instant noodles are from Jinye, this brand Zhou Chong has also bought in Jiangshi before, the taste is not bad, and there are ham sausages in the store, but Zhou Chong didn't want it, he didn't like that, but he liked to eat luncheon meat.

Luncheon meat is packed in a green iron box, marked with canned luncheon meat from Jinbei Food Factory, Zhou Chong is the first time to eat this from Jinbei, afraid that he is not used to eating, Zhou Chong only took one box, did not dare to take more.

A few things cost a total of seventy-five dollars, which is not too much, not too little.

Pure milk is for the old man to drink, not how filial Zhou Chong is, he has never been back to Jinbei since he was born and grows up, and he naturally can't get close to the old man, but his father said before leaving, he must give the old man a pension, after all, it is his grandfather, who is related by blood.

What's more, no matter how biased the old man's heart was before and how wrong he was doing, Zhou Chong couldn't hate a demented old man who didn't even know who he was.

Back at Zhou's house, Zhou Wenwu had already sent food to the old man, and Zhou Chong took a box of pure milk for the old man, put it in a large porcelain bowl and scalded it with boiling water, and helped him sit on the stool at the door to bask in the sun.

After the milk was scalded, Zhou Chong put the milk into the enamel jar, and the old man held the enamel jar, drinking the milk, staring at Zhou Chong, watching and laughing, and calling San'er.

Such an old man, Zhou Chong couldn't raise any resentment in his heart.

"San'er, you, you drink. The old man stood up, bent his waist, and ran in front of Zhou Chong with the enamel jar.

"San'er, this is a good thing, okay, you drink, don't let your mother see it, and when you see her, you will serve it to Wenbao." The old man handed the enamel jar to Zhou Chong's mouth, and he protected it while handing it, as if he was afraid of being caught by someone.

Zhou Chong looked up at him, the old man is sixty-two this year, speaking of which is actually not very old, maybe it is the reason for the illness, the old man is old, his beard is gray, and the folds on his face are layer by layer, and it seems that he is seventy and some people believe it.

Zhou Chong felt that the old man's illness was actually very good, and it was good not to know anything, otherwise he would be uncomfortable knowing that his father was gone, after all, he was born, how could it not hurt?

But if it hurts, why is it abused by that woman?

Zhou Chong doesn't understand, and he can't understand the thoughts of these older generations, after all, his father has gone, and no matter how much he regrets it, it's too late, and he won't worry about anything with the old man, after all, people are already like this, what else do they care.

For lunch, Zhou Chong cooked two packets of instant noodles by himself, put a piece of luncheon meat, and added two cabbage leaves, not to mention, the taste was really good.

Zhou Chong is not very good at cooking, except for being able to stuff rice and cook porridge, he can only cook instant noodles, after all, he can't eat dead people, as for the taste or something, just ignore it.

Picking up the half-cooked cabbage leaves in the bowl, and then recalling the cabbage Xie Yunsheng made yesterday, Zhou Chong was a little puzzled, the same dish, why is the gap so big?