Chapter 163 The book is gone

Li Chunhua listened to everyone's discussions, was very angry, picked up a broom and drove people away: "Go away, what are you doing around my house?"

When it was sold, Mengyu didn't want to make herself a topic of conversation for everyone in the future, she just wanted to take her book and leave.

As for Li Chunhua's matter, she won't just count it like that.

Seeing Li Chunhua walking away from the door, she immediately walked in.

She followed her memory and opened the room where she had been staying.

In her previous life, she lived in this room with Jiang Huaiyu.

But at this point, there was only one bed inside, and her things were gone.

In fact, she didn't sleep in a bed at that time, but used two long benches, set up two ends, and put a row of bamboos on top of them, which she still cut herself.

Then spread a layer of straw on the bamboo, and spread a broken mat that Jiang Huaiyu threw away on the straw, which was her bed.

The quilt she covered could not be called a quilt at all, but a few black and hard crumbs of torn cotton.

When a five-guarantee household in the village passed away, the broken quilt was thrown out, and she picked it up and washed it home, and it became her quilt.

At that time, Jiang Huaiyu was still a dead person's thing, and she was not allowed to take it into the house, she insisted on taking it back, but one was to be brought in, and the other was not allowed, so Mengyu fought with Huaiyu for the first time.

Naturally, she was beaten half to death by Li Chunhua again, and she couldn't get out of bed for three days. But the broken quilt, under the coordination of the captain, was still taken into the house by her.

What belonged to her, in addition to the broken bed, was a box made of bamboo and rattan herself. Inside were her clothes, as well as her books.

But now, neither the bed with two benches nor the box made of bamboo rattan are gone.

She rummaged through Huaiyu's cabinet, but instead of finding her own book, she turned out a few old things she had picked up when she was picking up rags before:

A paint-stripping dressing box containing a carved horn comb with a few broken teeth, two broken jade bracelets, and a few jade beads. A hosta broken in two.

She didn't know before, but now as soon as she got those things, she knew that these things were old things, and there were a lot of sun and moon essences on them.

Therefore, she did not hesitate to throw the dresser into the space together.

Li Chunhua saw Mengyu enter Huaiyu's room, and immediately threw the broom and ran in: "What are you doing here, you want to steal something?"

Mengyu glanced at her coldly: "Where's my thing?"

Li Chunhua subconsciously asked, "What can you have?"

But as soon as she said this, she knew that she was wrong, she didn't have anything, but she couldn't say it, let people know that she was a sixteen-year-old girl, and she didn't have her own things, what did the neighbors think?

Although, her reputation has stinked so much that it stinks in this time.

Mengyu gritted her teeth and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

Although she bought her own clothes, her torn clothes still hid more than 80 yuan she had accumulated by picking up rags in her previous life.

For Mengyu, who already has 400,000 deposits and 100,000 cash, eighty yuan is not a thing.

But the eighty yuan was saved by her spare time to pick up the rags and prepare for the passage to college!

"I've thrown out your rags!" Li Chunhua said.

Mengyu was angry: "You lost it, okay, that's right, use your things to accompany you!"

She walked to Li Chunhua's room, Li Chun was about to stop her, and reached out to grab Mengyu's hand.

But Mengyu dodged past and rushed into Li Chunhua's room.