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After dark, Fang returned to the estate.

There are seven or eight houses in this estate, arranged in a concave shape, directly in front of the football field, and the house rented by Sister Ling is the third floor in the middle.

Carrying the dishes that the second sister let Sanyuan pack, Fang Zhanquan walked into the corridor.

As soon as he reached the staircase, Fang Zhanquan heard a burst of quarrels from upstairs, and listening to the direction of the sound, it seemed to be next to his house, without much thought, Fang Zhanquan quickly ran up.

As soon as he ran to the third floor, Fang Zhanquan saw a group of people gathered in a circle to watch the liveliness, and everyone's eyes were not looking at Sister Ling's house, but next door to Sister Ling's house, that is, Uncle Jian's house.

I saw that in the pile of people, at the door of Uncle Jian's house, Uncle Jian was arguing with a young man with long hair and a handsome appearance with a scowl on his face, and even Uncle Jian's daughter, who rarely came back once, was standing next to Uncle Jian, supporting Uncle Jian, and then looked at the young man with complicated eyes.

"Hey, the family is unfortunate, I said earlier that Uncle Jian's son is a black club, you see those tattoos on his arms, it's scary."

"Who says it isn't, I feel a little scared standing next to him."

"You said that Uncle Jian is such a good person, why is his son so uncompetitive?"

"This kind of dwarf mule port city is everywhere, there is nothing strange, maybe one day it will be dead on the street."

Fang Zhanquan frowned when he listened to these people around him, there are many friendly people in the village, but there are also many gossipy people, there are people with broken mouths everywhere, Fang Zhanquan does not have a good impression of the dwarf mule, but there is not much disgust, as long as it does not provoke his head, Fang Zhanquan is like a bystander.

However, Fang Zhanquan is not qualified to care about these people, after all, this is not his own family's business, and it has nothing to do with himself, on the contrary, these people whispered, and did not dare to let Uncle Jian's family hear it, these people are also afraid of Uncle Jian's son.

"What the hell do you want from me?" I saw Uncle Jian's son asking loudly to Uncle Jian helplessly.

Uncle Jian angrily widened his eyes and shouted angrily at his son: "me, first I was a confused boy, and now I am cutting people, I am all trouble, you, let me go, don't come back, get out." "

Scolded by his own father, Uncle Jian's son also said angrily, "What trouble?" I have something to carry myself, what am I afraid of? "

Uncle Jian said, "You carry it yourself?" Do you carry it? If something goes wrong, it's not up to your friends and family around you to help you carry it, you can't afford it, let's go. "

Uncle Jian's son shouted at Uncle Jian, "What can't bear it, my brother is covered by me, what can't I bear?" "

Seeing that his son still looked unrepentant, Uncle Jian sighed, shook his head and said, "You go, you should be without my father." Without waiting for his son to react, he took his daughter back and closed the door.

"Yes, what do you know? Who said I couldn't afford it. Uncle Jian's son looked at the closed door, still unwilling to say loudly to the door.

Just looking at the closed door, he finally became quieter and quieter, and after glancing at the people around him, he wanted to get angry, but in the end there was nothing, clenched his fists and left with his head down.

The rest of the people saw that Uncle Jian's door was closed, and his son was gone, chatting about today's events in twos and threes, and they all left after a while.

"When did you come back?" After the people dispersed, Sister Ling and the others saw Fang Zhanquan.

Fang Zhanquan lifted the packing bag in his hand and showed it to everyone, "I packed some food at the second sister's place, and I just saw Uncle Jian when I got home." "

Although Sister Ling has not met the second sister, she is absolutely grateful to the second sister, and it can be regarded as a long-term friendship, because the second sister not only gave Fang Zhanquan a job, but also took care of the other party's zhan quan, just like her own children, so the other party Zhanquan packed the meal back, and Sister Ling and others were also surprised.

"Hey, the family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and it is difficult for the Qing official to decide the family affairs, and we don't have much trouble." Sister Ling took the bag in Fang Zhanquan's hand and said to everyone, and then took everyone home.

Back at home, Sister Ling and others are familiar with the meals that Fang Zhanquan brought back, I have to say that the people in the second sister's family are very talented in cooking, especially Chen Xiaosheng, this man, the talent for cooking is definitely the highest in the family, but he is lazy and rarely cooks.

Because Fang Zhanquan had already eaten, when Sister Ling and the others were eating, Fang Zhanquan went out to relax.

The night village is not quiet at all, on the contrary, the night in the village is still very lively, some families have heard noisy noise, there are scolding, of course, there are a lot of happy laughter, in short, life in the village is varied, all kinds of people.

Fang Zhanquan walked to the edge of the court and also met many acquaintances, and Fang Zhanquan greeted him politely.

And those people also smiled and said hello when they saw Fang Zhanquan, this is Fang Zhanquan's popularity in the housing village, basically no one said that he was not good.

Finally walked to the remote place of the stadium, Fang Zhanquan sat on the ground, looking at the sky of this time and space, Fang Zhanquan's head was clear.

Sigh or something, Fang Zhanquan has long been gone, it has been many days since he traveled to this time and space, and he has long passed the mood when he first came, and now Fang Zhanquan thinks about when the progress bar in his mind can be loaded.

Looking at the daily slightest loading, like a snail crawling slowly, Fang Zhanquan knew that this was his golden finger, but at this rate, every ten or eight years of estimation is impossible to open, thinking of this, Fang Zhanquan was also a little depressed in his heart.

Why are others invincible when they cross up, and they even have to work to earn money to support their families.

"Hey, it's not the same life as the same person." Fang Zhanquan muttered with a rare complaint.

Just when Fang Zhanquan was depressed, he saw a figure sitting on the ground not far away, it seemed that someone was in a bad mood and had been drinking.

Fang Zhanquan looked over carefully, only to find that this person was the son of Uncle Jian's family, that is, the one who quarreled with Uncle Jian earlier in the upper floor of the village.

Originally, Fang Zhanquan didn't want to have any intersection with this person, but in his mind, he thought of Uncle Jian's love for himself, as well as his concern for his family, and usually the daughters of the other family were also loved like granddaughters, and after thinking about it, Fang Zhanquan still walked over.