Quick Wear: Men Farming and Women Weaving

Chapter 150 Yi Zhonghai's Son 5

"Boss, it's time to eat." Aunt Yi served the millet porridge and let it cool on the table.

Yi Zhonghai came back from washing up in the sink outside, put away his towel and toothbrush, sat down and asked Aunt Yi in a low voice.

"Is Xiaobao awake?"

Aunt Yi brought out cornmeal steamed bread from the kitchen next door, as well as a large bowl of coarse grain porridge and placed it in front of Yi Zhonghai.

"Not awake yet, still sleeping, probably for a while."

"Boss, Xiaobao's fine grains are almost finished."

"I'll go to the grain store outside at noon and buy ten kilograms of rice and ten kilograms of millet. Xiaobao likes to eat rice." Yi Zhonghai took the coarse-grain porridge and ate it with steamed buns and pickles in big mouthfuls.

"Well, do you need me to take some money?" Aunt Yi said while eating steamed buns and drinking porridge.

"No, I have one." Yi Zhonghai finished his meal and prepared to go to work. He put on his scarf and went to the bedroom to take a look at Yi Yongkang before leaving.

At this time, Yi Yongkang, who was sleeping on the small bed, buried himself in the quilt and didn't want to get up.

Yi Zhonghai saw that his son was sleeping soundly and did not wake him up. Fearing that he might have difficulty breathing, he pulled his head out of the quilt and covered him with a small blanket.

"Dad..." Yi Yongkang vaguely felt that it was his father's big hand.

"Go to sleep," Yi Zhonghai patted him and coaxed him.

Listening to his father's voice, Yi Yongkang fell asleep again without opening his eyes.

Yi Zhonghai took out his private money from under the cabinet, counted it, took out 30 and put it in his pocket, and put the rest back.

(It is common for men to hide their private money)

"I'm leaving. Make sure Xiaobao eats breakfast and don't let him go hungry." Yi Zhonghai walked out of the gate and saw Xu Damao was about to run to the central courtyard to provoke Zhuzi and get beaten. He shook his head, feeling emotional about this pair of happy enemies.

"Morning, Master Yi"

"Let's go to the factory together"

I met many workers in the factory getting ready to go to work.

"Brother He, I haven't seen you these days." Yi Zhonghai met He Daqing in the Intermediate Courtyard.

"Oh, this... Old Yi will tell you about it when I have time this evening. I'm leaving first." He Daqing hesitantly avoided his gaze.

Yi Zhonghai knew that He Daqing had often been missing in the past few months, so He Yuzhu lived with his sister. Sometimes he was busy working as an apprentice in the Fengzeyuan kitchen, and Aunt Yi would help take care of him.

Yi Zhonghai always had a feeling that something was going to happen and hoped that his family would not be implicated, so he turned around and went to work at the steel factory.

"Xiaobao, wake up. It's time for breakfast." Aunt Yi came in and patted the quilt gently.

"Mom, it's so cold outside." Yi Yongkang sat obediently on the bed. Aunt Yi helped him put on his coat and thick socks. She went to the small stove next to the window and used tongs to put the lid on the stove to prevent her son from touching it.

"After dinner, your sister Yushui will come over to play with you." Aunt Yi knew that her son was afraid of cold, so she prepared a lot of coal every winter for the past three years.

Yi Yongkang got dressed and brushed his teeth under the care of his mother. After washing his face, he was carried to a high chair next to the table, eating millet porridge with a spoon and holding a steamed bun in his hand.

"Xiaobao, I'm here." He Yushui jumped and skipped to Aunt Yi's house.

"Yushui, haven't you eaten yet? Come here and have some breakfast first." Aunt Yi took out a bowl of porridge from the kitchen and placed it on the table.

"Thank you, Aunt Yi." He Yushui sat on a chair holding a steamed bun.

"Sister Rainwater" Yi Yongkang finished the last mouthful of porridge and looked at the young lady in front of him.

"Xiaobao, do you want to go to school with me?" He Yushui likes this little brother very much.

"Xiaobao is still young. When he is six years old, he can go to school with you." Aunt Yi said with a smile while cleaning the room.

"I grew up very quickly." Yi Yongkang sat on a high chair and swung his feet.

"Aunt Yi, I'm done eating." He Yushui was very sensible and helped to put away the dishes and chopsticks, put them in the kitchen, washed them and put them in the cupboard.

"After eating, go to school early and don't be late," Aunt Yi reminded her.

"Okay." He Yushui happily pinched Yi Yongkang's face before leaving.

Yi Yongkang's face was red, his mouth was tightly closed and his brows were frowned.

"Mom, I'm coming down"

Seeing that her son had finished his breakfast, Aunt Yi carried him downstairs and let him play by himself.

"Don't run outside."

Yi Yongkang is afraid of the cold and would never go outside. It is bitterly cold in Beijing in winter.

His eyes rolled around and he suddenly thought of something, then Yi Yongkang trotted back to the bedroom.

Aunt Yi saw her son run to the bedroom, thinking that he was afraid of the cold and hid in the quilt, so she planned to take the dirty clothes to the yard to wash.

Yi Yongkang staggered into the bedroom and closed the door.

He came to the small bed, stepped on the small stool, climbed up and covered himself with the quilt, and the next moment he disappeared into the quilt.

When he was two years old, Yi Yongkang realized that there was a space that belonged to him. Some fragments of memory appeared in his mind. He felt as if he knew everyone in the courtyard, but also as if he didn't know them.

A voice deep in his heart told him that he must not tell anyone about this space, including his parents.

Yi Yongkang appeared in the space and walked to the living room of the villa very familiarly. He found his favorite snacks, milk, candy and biscuits. He only drank a bottle of milk and a few biscuits, but he couldn't eat anymore as his stomach was full.

With two candies in his chubby hands, he instantly came to the third floor and walked around the bedroom. He shifted his gaze without interest to the neatly arranged gold and silver jewelry on the shelves in the study, and looked at the neatly stacked boxes in the corner. He used his mental power to control them and opened them. He saw that they were full of golden ingots. He took five of them very much. There was a traditional Chinese character "叶" engraved under the gold ingots. He didn't recognize it and took a look at it.

Yi Yongkang knew that if he stayed in there for too long, his mother outside would notice him, so he went straight back to the bedroom.

Aunt Yi was washing clothes in the sink in the backyard. Winter coats and thick clothes were difficult to wash, especially the motor oil that Yi Zhonghai had stained on his work clothes in the workshop. It was difficult to clean, and she was struggling to scrub it with a brush.

Aunt Xu was washing clothes and quilts at home, and chatting with Aunt Yi about gossip about the courtyard.

Yi Yongkang was in good spirits. He was rummaging through the drawers and crawling around in the bedroom. His clothes were all covered with dust. Suddenly, he found a bluestone brick under the bed that was different from the others. His little hands could not pick up the brick at all. His mental power extended to the brick along with his thoughts, and it trembled and moved up to the side.

There was a space under the brick, into which a small box was tucked.

When he opened it, he saw that it was full of large-denomination banknotes, neatly arranged in bundles, and a dozen small yellow croakers. He tilted his head and thought about it, and the word "private money" seemed to pop up in his mind.

He closed the box and put the bluestone bricks back to their original place.

Yi Zhonghai, who worked in the factory workshop making parts, never imagined that his beloved son would steal his savings.