HBWnovel Chapter 224 The Poor Little Family in a Reconstituted Family 4
Chapter 224 The Poor Little Family in a Reconstituted Family 4
Let's not worry about how many large sacks Fan Su-fen can handle in this round.
The screen in the storage room switched images.
The original owner's eldest sister, Fang Zhengxian, appeared.
Fang Zhengxian was quite capable; she used her dowry and betrothal gifts to secure a temporary job for herself.
This year.
Even temporary jobs are highly sought after.
Without inside information, gifts cannot be sent out.
Anyway, this woman, who had a family and a job, insisted on having a meal at the Fang family's house every other day for the sake of fairness. To outsiders, this was quite a peculiar sight in the tenement.
If the Fang family's house were bigger, Fang Zhengxian would probably move her husband and children back home.
as usual.
Fang Zhengxian went to the toilet to slack off.
Also slacking off was Sister Wang, a seasoned temporary worker.
The two walked hand in hand, as intimate as best friends, but would sometimes pout and roll their eyes when the other wasn't looking.
It's safe to say that they really made a good friend...
Fang Yuping didn't want to see anything too explicit, so after setting up the little Q figure, he removed the screen, leaving it for the system to monitor from the backend.
On the unnoticed backstage screen.
Fang Zhengxian walked to the squat toilet, which was covered with white ceramic tiles.
With a slip, one shoe landed steadily on the still-undissolved poop in the pit.
She remained relatively calm and did not make a sound.
Instead, he casually lifted his shoes, intending to lean against the wall to clean the soles.
The pre-programmed "Fang Zhengxian" Q-person is making a comeback.
Suddenly, Comrade Fang Zhengxian, who had been moving slowly, became energetic.
She stomped heavily on the ground with the sole of her shoe, which was covered in an unknown substance, and then bent down to reach her hand into the pit. All of this was seen by Sister Wang, who came in to look for someone.
Sister Wang covered her mouth, but she couldn't stop the heart-wrenching screams.
Fearing that Xiao Fang would chase after her, Sister Wang turned around, left the toilet, and ran away, shouting as she ran, "Fang Zhengxian is going to eat shit!" "Help!"
Just then, a junior manager who liked to use work as an excuse to bother female colleagues passed by.
He only caught the words "toilet" and "Fang Zhengxian".
Thinking someone was waiting to be rescued, he was overjoyed and took off running, but he ran towards the toilet.
The matter ended rather undignifiedly.
The leader was "trapped" by Fang Zhengxian and covered in an unidentified substance. Another leader with the same hobby also suffered the same fate in his office.
No one dared to stop them.
We can only hope that these two leaders will have to bear it a little longer.
After much consideration.
Fang Zhengxian's slacking-off work was replaced with cleaning toilets.
Strangely, no one investigated the reason.
The victimized leader, feeling guilty, thought his audacity had been discovered, so he didn't immediately kick the person out.
Other colleagues also felt that Fang Zhengxian was taking the opportunity to get revenge.
Fang Yuping suspected that they were afraid Fang Zhengxian would throw poop into their house.
However, Fang Zhengxian's "heroic" image was firmly remembered by the female comrades.
Many women outside the community imitated this, secretly kicking many scoundrels into the latrine.
For a time, men in Ming City had to go to the toilet in pairs.
I got this new job.
Fang Zhengxian immediately sensed something was wrong.
I'd like to switch jobs with my stepmother, or sell the child she brought with her.
Rejected.
With that lingering smell, Fang Zhengxian returned to the Fang family home even more frequently.
She would change her clothes at Fang's house every day to freshen up before returning to her own little home.
Sometimes you might even run into a stepmother who has been covered in sacks by her coworkers' families.
And his own father, who was asked by the workshop director to stay and work overtime.
And Fan Konghou, who was not often at home.
Several members of the Fang family would sleepwalk and finish household chores in the middle of the night.
Sometimes Fang Yuping would randomly assign them the task of cleaning toilets in the middle of the night.
This left the people who came to clean the toilets completely baffled.
They suspect someone is stealing manure.
Fang Yuping wasn't in a hurry to leave the courtyard.
Because of the halo effect of being a passerby, Fang's family and neighbors didn't really remember Fang Yuping.
The original owner of this body had little presence; she was less capable of crying than her eldest sister and less capable of making a fuss than her second brother.
The people in the tenement would only mention the original owner briefly when they smelled the aroma of meat from the Fang family's house, implying that he probably didn't have any meat to eat, just like them, the outsiders.
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In the storage room, Fang Yuping carefully cooked meat for himself.
Outside the storage room, the family of four hurriedly finished a plate of mushrooms that had been laced with hallucinogenic spores.
Fang Zhengxian felt a little guilty after finishing her meal.
It's such a shame that I didn't bring my husband and kids to this meal.
She had no recollection that the man and child hadn't come because she disliked the smell of her coming home from get off work.
The little mouse brought its face close to the screen.
It pointed and gestured with its tiny pink paws.
"Is Fan Konghou getting carried away? Oh dear, Fang Jiefang is a bit... as well..."
Unlike Fang Jiefang, who clung to a chair, crying and begging for his parents, he did not do so.
Fan Konghou was probably used to being crazy, and it seemed like the aftereffects of the soot from the bottom of the pot were still there. He took off his shirt completely at home, almost blinding Fan Sufeng.
After reacting.
Fan Sufen didn't think that Fan Konghou was acting strangely.
She quickly took off her own floral coat and draped it over her precious son, buttoning it up.
Completely forgetting the old neighbor's previous complaints that Fan Konghou was immoral by going shirtless.
In Fan Su-fen's opinion, it was enough that she didn't charge those elderly women for their tickets; they actually complained.
The floral jacket was made by Fan Sufeng. She and Fang Zhengxian each had one. Fang Zhengxian wore it out a long time ago, while Fan Sufeng only wore it at home.
I put on my mother's floral coat.
For a fleeting moment, Fan Konghou regained his senses and quickly snatched the silk scarf from his elder sister's neck and wrapped it around himself.
Fang Zhengxian slammed her hand on the table, intending to stand up.
When I got up, I realized I wasn't at the Fang family's house anymore.
Before Fan Sufeng could react, she looked at Old Fang, who was kowtowing on the ground, then at her son in the floral coat who was rushing out of the door, and finally at her stepdaughter who was grinning foolishly.
I hesitated for a moment.
I'm not sure which one to group together first.
...
Fan Sufeng looked in three directions and finally got herself confused.
Her eldest son also managed to get out of the hospital gate and ran very fast down the street, chanting, "I am the wind, I am the wind..."
I didn't run more than a few laps.
Fan Konghou randomly seized a bicycle from a passerby.
However, he didn't ride the bike; he just pushed it around the area, cheering, followed by police officers, the passersby whose bikes had been stolen, and energetic bystanders...
Those with poor physical strength were left behind halfway.
Some were chasing, and some were running.
After an unknown amount of time, the people running ahead finally slowed down.
Let's not even talk about what the police officers are like.
The crowd of concerned citizens gathered again, surrounding the man in the floral jacket to make sure he wouldn't run away before they relaxed.
Passersby who got their cars back were forced to stand on the sidelines as conspicuous objects.
Not only was she panting while holding onto the car, she also had to find time to answer everyone's curious questions.
At this point, someone discovered the key point.
A "hmm" sound came from under the floral coat.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a middle-aged, short man pinned down by a floral jacket.
So he's a gay man.
Everyone immediately lost interest in rescuing them.
After all, this floral jacket was really strong, and they simply couldn't pry it off.
The male comrade should just bear with it and wait for the police to come and find a solution.
The middle-aged, short gay man is having a mental breakdown.
When will the floral jacket trend in Ming City ever end?
He recently became famous for having his poop thrown at him by a temporary worker in a floral jacket, so why is he being targeted by the floral jacket worker again?