"Liuyuan, see what I brought for you," Wang Fuguiren's voice floated from afar before he arrived at the school.

Yan Liuyuan opened his eyes in the quilt and didn't want to get up.

Sister Xiaoyu folded her clothes and said, "Get up and be six yuan."

"I can't get up, I want to sleep for a while!" Yan Liuyuan muttered.

Sister Xiaoyu smiled: "If you wake up fifteen minutes early every day, you will have more than ninety hours more a year than before, and you can use it to do your favorite things. Think about what you like the most?"

Yan Liuyuan thought for a long time and said in confusion: "My favorite is sleep..."

"Get up quickly," Xiaoyu frowned: "More annoying than your brother!"

As he said that, Sister Xiaoyu lifted Yan Liuyuan's quilt, and the heat accumulated in the quilt ran away immediately. Yan Liuyuan could only get up reluctantly.

It was already winter, and the winter in this era was particularly cold. In Yan Liuyuan's memory, people in the market town were frozen to death on the streets or in their own shacks every winter.

The shack is built with branches or iron frames, and can only be wrapped around it with rags, and it does not block the wind at all.

During those years, he and Ren Xiaosu were trembling in the shack. Ren Xiaosu wanted to wrap all their clothes on Yan Liuyuan, regardless of whether they were summer or winter, but they were still very cold.

But every time Yan Liuyuan thinks of those times, he feels very happy.

He recalled what Ren Xiaosu said to him at that time: "Human happiness does not come from enjoyment, but comes from pain. When you suddenly taste some sweetness when you are so painful that you can't bear it, you will want to live desperately. The sweetness may not be anything to others, but it is the greatest happiness for you at that moment."

Sometimes Yan Liuyuan felt that if Ren Xiaosu was born in a barrier, he might become the philosopher Mr. Zhang said.

Wang Fugui came in with two sweet potatoes, and he called out, "Xiaoyu, you and Liuyuan each, eat while it's hot."

"Uncle Fugui," Yan Liuyuan took the sweet potato: "Why do you like eating sweet potatoes so much? They cook roasted sweet potatoes every day."

Wang Fugui smiled and said, "When I was a child, there was a famine outside the 107 barrier, so I followed my father all the way to the place to seek refuge with relatives. At that time, it was not so dangerous outside. Once we dug two sweet potatoes in the wild and my father roasted them for me to eat. I thought roasted sweet potatoes were the best thing in the world."

Since the last midnight gunfire, Wang Fugui broke in with a coat and wanted to spend money to buy Wang Congyang, Yan Liuyuan's name for Wang Fugui has changed.

Wang Fugui also discovered this change, so he was very happy from the bottom of his heart.

He really likes these two brothers, much better than his stupid son Wang Dalong. Over the years, he saw Ren Xiaosu struggle to survive with Yan Liuyuan little by little, and he really felt from the bottom of his heart that these two brothers were not easy.

Wang Fugui looked at Li Xiaoyu and Yan Liuyuan eating roasted sweet potatoes. He suddenly looked at the school and sighed: "As Mr. Zhang leaves, there is no teacher in our market town."

Yan Liuyuan said indifferently: "What's the matter? When my brother comes back, he will be a teacher."

Zhang Jinglin had been sent away by Luo Lan as a hot potato. That day should have been the most sensational day that all refugees in the town had ever seen.

Several troop trucks and off-road vehicles were parked at the entrance of the school. The big man named Luo in the barrier was arrogant and respectful to Zhang Jinglin at first, like a big eunuch in a story book.

The refugees did not expect that Mr. Zhang from their market town would be very good. He had known that he would not save the tuition fee and would have sent his children to school for class.

What if something happens?

Thinking of this, many refugees have made up their minds to send their children to school. The logic of refugees is that simple. They send their children to school not for knowledge, but for "relationships".

But before they could finish their imagination, Luo Lan sent Zhang Jinglin away that day.

Yan Liuyuan and Xiaoyu, who lived in the school, were completely ignored like air. Even after Zhang Jinglin left, Wang Congyang never came to cause trouble for them again.

But the problem is that although no one comes to cause trouble, there are many unfamiliar refugees at the door, including those who sell fruits and vegetables. Wang Fugui has seen some of them. They are workers in factories on weekdays, but now they seem to be no longer acquainted.

It was only then that Wang Fugui realized that the management of the town by barriers was not as simple as imagined. Some refugees had long been bribed and became the eyeliner of the barriers.

On weekdays, these people are ordinary refugees, but once some of the refugees want to rebel or even go on strike together, they will immediately tell the barriers who is behind the scenes.

No wonder the two strikes before were instantly suppressed by the barrier-free private forces. It turned out that there was an insider.

Wang Fugui wrote down these people one by one, and he must not offend them in the future, nor must he tell others the truth.

The people following at the door were not only refugees, but also a few people looked obviously more fierce than the private forces. Wang Fugui guessed that they were probably from the Qing Consortium.

Speaking of Ren Xiaosu, Wang Fugui frowned: "There is a factory worker near Jingshan in front of him who came back and said that there seemed to be movement there. The volcano in Jingshan erupted, and the entire Jingshan was covered with dark clouds."

However, Yan Liuyuan was very relaxed: "My brother must be fine."

Because he made a wish to use his life to ensure that Ren Xiaosu returns safely all the way.

He is not dead now, which means that Ren Xiaosu is fine.

Wang Fugui and Sister Xiaoyu would probably not believe this kind of thing, and Yan Liuyuan would not tell her secret casually.

Wang Fugui thought for a while and said, "Yes, letting that boy Xiaosu will definitely cause disaster for thousands of years."

However, at this moment, Wang Fugui suddenly felt a little chilling on his back. Wang Fugui pressed the doubts in his heart and lowered his voice and said to Yan Liuyuan and Sister Xiaoyu: "Be careful recently. If you want to leave the market town, tell me, I will find a way for you. I think these people may not be for you, but for Ren Xiaosu."

Wang Fugui is a personal talent. After thinking about it, he felt that the people at the door were like a net, waiting for someone to join this net.

Zhang Jinglin has been sent away. Who else can the target of this website besides Ren Xiaosu?

"They want to arrest Ren Xiaosu? Why?" Sister Xiaoyu almost exclaimed.

Wang Fugui thought for a long time and suddenly said, "But it's not that Ren Xiaosu has brought disaster to the team of people in Jingshan again?! It's very likely!"

However, his vision still showed Wang Fugui's imagination. Ren Xiaosu not only caused the band's people, but also caused the Qing family's consortium...

At this time, Qingzhen was standing on a hillside with a helpless look on her face: "When will you go back to the 112 barrier?"

Xu Man sighed: "Boss, even you have started to swear..."

Qingzhen became melancholy: "The character is broken!"

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Chapter completed!