FYN Chapter 51 He still has to wash his wife's clothes.
Chapter 51 He still has to wash his wife's clothes.
"oops……"
Ruan Zhijuan suddenly tripped on flat ground. When she looked up again, Xiao Ma was already trotting over eagerly, and "Xiao Ma's husband" was nowhere to be seen.
He blinked and thought for a moment, then looked at Zhou Gangxun very naturally, and blurted out, "Zhou Gangxun, why didn't you help me? I almost fell, didn't you see? Humph, what use are you..."
Zhou Gangxun glanced at Ruan Zhijuan, who was muttering incessantly, and then at the flat ground. If she could fall like that, what difference would it make whether he helped her up or not?
He asked, "How about I let you ride on my head?"
Xiao Ma, who had just reached the two of them, paused. Hmm... had he come at the wrong time?
"Ha, brother, brother and sister-in-law..." He chuckled dryly, his short-circuited brain inexplicably blurting out, "We'll ride later, let's go look at the house first... cough, it's this complex, an apartment building with stairs."
As Xiao Ma spoke, he quickly led the two towards the building entrance to see the apartment.
"The surrounding facilities here are very complete. There are food streets, markets, clinics, and bus stations. You should have seen when you arrived that there is a university nearby, Fucheng University, and there is also an adult education school. Staying here, you can feel the influence of culture and knowledge..."
Ruan Zhijuan looked at Xiao Ma walking ahead. His back looked strange, as if he was carrying something heavy. His neck also looked strange; he couldn't lift it. It wasn't like this last night.
Perhaps this is the burden of life; even Xiao Ma was crushed by it.
Ruan Zhijuan's gaze fell on Zhou Gangxun. Look, Zhou Gangxun doesn't have any (﹁"﹁).
Not at all (￢д￢。), with a straight back, unyielding and indomitable.
He doesn't even have a job right now ₍₍ ᕕ(；￣д￣)ᕗ⁾⁾, and he doesn't have any money either, yet he shamelessly tells me to support him. What a scheming, poor old man.
Ruan Zhijuan snorted and asked, "Xiao Ma, do foremen earn a lot?"
"That's quite lucrative. I have a client who does this kind of thing, and I just took him to see a villa a few days ago." Xiao Ma immediately started talking enthusiastically. "He said he can easily earn eighty or ninety thousand a year."
"It depends on the type and scale of the project. Larger projects can earn over 100,000 yuan. If you work for the government, you can earn even more. If you finish ahead of schedule, you can get even more money. For an average person, a month's salary is at most around 1,000 yuan."
Ruan Zhijuan's eyes widened. Tens of thousands! Wow, that's several times the amount of money in his bank account.
He took off his shoes, his fair feet lightly kicking Zhou Gangxun's shin, casually wiping the sand off his soles. He arrogantly urged, "Zhou Gangxun, you'd better hurry up and become a contractor, then work for the government, don't stay home and waste my money..." That way they'll soon have a big house to live in.
Zhou Gangxun looked down at his foot, then shifted his leg. Ruan Zhijuan, who had just been bullying him, lost her balance and fell into his arms, still scolding him, "Zhou Gangxun, why did you dodge? You can't do this..."
The soft flesh brought a humid, hot scent of strawberry candy mixed with the strange aroma of human skin. To do this in broad daylight was truly shameless.
Zhou Gangxun went to help the person with a sullen face, as calm as water, melting as if he had melted in the sun.
That's some really hot meat.
Ruan Zhijuan buried her face in Zhou Gangxun's body, moaning softly, "Ouch... ouch..."
"Fool." Zhou Gangxun pinched his wife's flesh with his fingers, narrowing his eyes with an ambiguous expression.
His silly wife seemed to think that if he went to the government, he could just say, "I'm going to work for you, so you all have to listen to me and do whatever I say..." and that would be enough.
Even when he was in the port city, he always followed the rules and regulations and always abided by the law.
If he were subjected to the same torture as his wife, he would have been in jail long ago.
Doing work for the government requires bidding, and usually there may be a dozen or even dozens of companies competing for the contract. He can't even pass the qualification review now, he doesn't have a company to rely on, and he doesn't have enough funds to cover the costs.
Even for a small project costing three or four million, he would need at least a million in net assets.
Xiao Ma smiled and corrected him, "Brother and sister-in-law, you don't understand. It's not like you can just do things with the government whenever you want..."
Zhou Gang followed the gaze to Xiao Ma, "Not looking at houses?"
Once he regained his footing, Ruan Zhijuan frowned, his pretty face contorted in a pout. Why did his chest feel so hot? Had Zhou Gangxun secretly pinched him? He rubbed his chest anxiously, wondering if it was accidental or intentional…
"Ah, right." Xiao Ma quickly led the two of them upstairs to room 402.
Zhou Gangxun walked at the back, lit a cigarette, and sniffed his fingers; they smelled dirty.
He followed Ruan Zhijuan at a leisurely pace, a few steps away, the smoke dissipating slowly before it even touched her.
Whether or not he can cooperate with the government is not something his wife needs to know; it's something he needs to resolve.
Otherwise, what's the point of having a husband like him?
The Zhou family's family rules dictate that even if his wife is stupid, wicked, and shamelessly promiscuous, he must still fulfill his responsibilities as a husband, as long as things don't get to the worst possible point.
But if you ask when this tutoring started, it was probably the day Ruan Zhijuan climbed into bed.
Ruan Zhijuan, who was walking in front, stared at Xiao Ma and blinked. For a moment, he thought he saw two legs hanging from Xiao Ma's chest...
Is his eye condition worsening again?
We arrived at 402.
Xiao Ma opened the door with the key. "This is a one-bedroom apartment without a living room, similar to your previous one. The decoration is relatively new, with a range hood, water heater, and washing machine, but no refrigerator."
"This house has a washing machine!" Ruan Zhijuan blinked, then ran directly to the washing machine in the bathroom, touching it here and there. "Is this...is this okay? Can I use it...?"
"Brother and sister-in-law, you can just press that red button."
Ruan Zhijuan pressed the red button according to the instructions on the Little Pony brand, and "beep—" the washing machine started working, wow—
Ruan Zhijuan pressed the button again, "Ding ding—" the washing machine started to rest, wow—
So the background noise in the house became, "Beep—thump-thump—wow—"
"Hey bro..." Xiao Ma turned around and looked at Zhou Gangxun, who had just come up the stairs, and took out a hundred dollars from his pocket.
The chubby little hand reluctantly clenched and stretched out to Zhou Gangxun, "When I was delivering the jar to the police station last night, I found two hundred dollars on the road. After thinking it over, I think I should still share half with you."
"I made sure my sister-in-law didn't see it; I'll keep it as my secret stash."
Zhou Gangxun glanced at the brand-new hundred-yuan note in Xiao Ma's hand, took a drag of his cigarette, and said, "No need."
He exhaled smoke and finished the sentence, "My money is for him to spend."
Xiao Ma chuckled, stuffed the money into his pocket, and flattered, "Brother, you're so good to your brother and sister-in-law..."
Zhou Gang raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Have you ever owned a dog?"
"No...no." Little Horse shook his head.
"How could anyone skimp on their dog's food, especially since he's both handsome and stupid?"
Zhou Gangxun smirked, bent down slightly, pressed the cigarette onto the steps beside him, extinguished it, and then entered the house. "Is the house alright this time?"
"Huh?" Xiao Ma was originally thinking that they were talking about his brother and sister-in-law, so why did they suddenly talk about raising dogs? But when he heard that they were asking about houses, he immediately switched to professional mode and held up three fingers to swear, "Ah, brother, I can guarantee that."
Having learned from his previous experience, Xiao Ma checked the records of each previous resident of the property beforehand and even called to confirm their identities. Now, they are all alive and well.
"Whether it's dying from illness, natural causes, accidental death from electric water heaters, suicide by burning charcoal due to debt, or robbery and murder, none of these will happen. I guarantee my brother and sister-in-law will live comfortably and with peace of mind..."
Zhou Gangxun stood at the door, looking at Ruan Zhijuan, who was clearly in the bathroom but whose eyes were fixed on them. Was she eavesdropping?
I should have just taken the money and caught a stupid dog to play with.
He glanced at the washing machine that Ruan Zhijuan was fiddling with, then didn't go in any further, saying, "This one's too small, go get the next one."
"Okay." Xiao Ma responded and led the two to another unit. "The top-floor unit, 601, is a one-bedroom apartment with a large living room and a small balcony..."
Ruan Zhijuan followed angrily, humming, "Tap tap tap." He had seen it all. Zhou Gangxun, that stinky thing, was trying to hide money from him.
Ruan Zhijuan made a decision: from now on, he would check Zhou Gangxun's clothes every night before going to bed. If a coin was less than one yuan... let's say three yuan. If it was less than three yuan, he wouldn't confiscate it.
But can money still be used if it has writing on it?
The little horse's money had all the words written in red.
The entire sheet was written with the three large characters "Wei Jiandong" in red ink.
That should be the name of the person who lost the money, right? His name is... Gui Jiandong.
It seems there was something else written, "You for me..." What, "I'll take you away."
"Heh...heh...brother, brother and sister-in-law...the downside of this sixth floor is..." Xiao Ma's panting voice came from upstairs, "...it's that you have to climb six floors..."
"And because the roof is A-shaped... some areas inside the house have very high ceilings, while other areas are quite low..."
"Short...short..." The voice echoed in the corridor, interspersed with faint dragging sounds, "Crack...crack..."
It was as if someone was dragging their legs or body, closely following the three of them.
We arrived at room 601 upstairs.
This room is indeed much larger and has excellent natural light. The original landlord had converted the windows into large, semi-floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Zhou Gangxun, I like this..." Ruan Zhijuan's eyes lit up, and she ran towards the largest floor-to-ceiling window. From here, you can see the unobstructed blue sky and the white little dog-shaped clouds in the sky, which look like Xiao Hei.
Let's call it Little Black Number Two.
Looking down again, wow...it's so high, like standing in mid-air, my legs...my legs went weak (';°; ʚ ;°;), the glass is so clean, haha...Waaah...help...
Zhou Gangxun glanced at Ruan Zhijuan, who was practically screaming "I like you," and then his gaze fell on the sloping roof sections of the house, which, to his foolish wife, were considered dangerous structures.
In just a few days, he'll be covered in bruises and bumps, and then I'll have to take him to the hospital again.
"Does the nearby market sell foam mats?"
The top real estate agent, Xiao Ma, considerately carried an electric fan over, placed it in the living room facing the two of them, and turned it on. "Yes, there is a furniture and building materials processing plant about two or three hundred meters east of the community."
Zhou Gangxun responded and began calculating how much sponge to buy, and checking if there were any problems in the other rooms.
Xiao Ma followed behind Zhou Gangxun and explained one by one, "The bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom are all larger than usual, and they all have windows. There are water heaters, TVs, and range hoods. There are two electric fans, one floor-standing and one tabletop type. The two are just right so that my brother and sister-in-law won't have to fight over them."
Zhou Gangxun sneered, "Even if there were six fans, let alone two, they would all belong to Ruan Zhijuan."
He has to please his wife to be allowed even a whisper in the wind; he's wicked, so such a bad guy should be taught a lesson.
Zhou Gangxun's gaze fell on the 1.8-meter double bed in the bedroom, and he asked, "Is there a washing machine?"
"No, there's only a small tumble dryer, but it's a bit noisy and can only dry one or two pieces of clothing at a time, so it's not very useful."
Zhou Gangxun glanced at the tumble dryer. "It's really useless. Take it away."
His wife's clothes are delicate, so he has to wash them, and wring them out too, otherwise he'll argue and make a fuss if he doesn't wash them properly.