Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Qin Huairu was very satisfied with He Daqing's family conditions.

The house was grand, fully furnished, with food and drink available. That was pretty much what a landlord's family was like, except that he was not very satisfied with He Daqing.

After hearing He Daqing say that she could also help her mother's family, Qin Huairu wanted to stay here.

Compared with He Daqing's house, my mother's house is just a pigsty made of stones.

After He Daqing peeled a candy and stuffed it into Qin Huairu's mouth.

That hint of sweetness became the last straw that broke Qin Huairu's psychological defenses.

Qin Huairu greedily sucked the sweetness of the candy and nodded unconsciously to agree with He Daqing.

He Daqing laughed.

"Okay, just accept it. From now on, you are my, He Daqing's, daughter-in-law~

Go and help Aunt Jinhua and get familiar with how to cook at our house. From now on, this household will be under your control.

I'll go clean up the inner room, it's a bit messy..."

The inner room was like a doghouse where Shazhu slept. The quilt and pillow were all shiny and greasy, which made He Daqing frown.

One by one, they packed up Sha Zhu's personal belongings and prepared to throw them into He Yushui's room later.

He Daqing planned to find a carpenter tomorrow to divide He Yushui's room into two single rooms, and Sha Zhu would just sleep on the floor in He Yushui's room tonight.

In the system supply and marketing cooperatives, quilts, pillows, and straw mats are all for sale.

A straw mat costs 300 resentment points, two wheat husk pillows cost 500 resentment points, a thin blanket costs 500 points, and a thin quilt costs 2000 resentment points.

He Daqing specially bought the bright red one, and the whole set looked festive when put on display.

After a while, I took some red paper and asked Yan Bugui to write a few words of happiness on them, and the atmosphere was set.

4000 resentment points, only a little over 1000 left in a blink of an eye.

More than 1000 points, enough for a wedding banquet in the evening.

A pound of meat is only worth 50 points. Cut it into minced meat and add points of cabbage. Cook a big pot and it's enough to fool the people in the yard.

If you want to eat and drink as much as you want and take advantage of me, He Daqing, forget it.

If anyone's gift money is missing and makes me, He Daqing, unhappy, I might even kick him off the table.

He Daqing moved the cabinet away, pulled out a brick from the corner, and took out an oil-paper bag from it.

When the oil paper bag was opened, there were seven or eight silver dollars and more than half a million yuan inside.

He Daqing is a chef at Fengzeyuan Restaurant who can earn more than 300,000 yuan a month.

But the White Widow was so greedy that it was not easy to hide some private money. This money was saved by He Daqing from doing private work.

Originally, I planned to go to Baoding with the White Widow, and then write a letter to Sha Zhu, leaving the money for Sha Zhu to use in an emergency.

In the previous life, this money was embezzled by that bastard Yi Zhonghai.

Damn it, Yi Zhonghai, it’s me, He Daqing, who is blind.

I trusted you so much, but you, a beast, actually embezzled my money. You are a dead family and you still want my son Zhuzi to support you in your old age?

Damn it, Yi Zhonghai, since you are a dead end, it’s useless to have eggs.

Tomorrow, I will make you a dead eunuch...

Now that I am still in Beijing, I have to spend the money wisely, and playing with women is the right thing to do.

It is natural to spend money on women, but He Daqing would never do such a thing.

He spent 200 points to buy a roll of paper-wrapped noodles and left the inner room. Qin Huairu and Aunt Jinhua just came in carrying meat and vegetables.

He Daqing grabbed a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, frowning.

"Old lady Jinhua, your cooking skills are not that good. This piece of meat is wasted.

Boil half of the noodles, we will eat the white noodles and the big chunks of meat.

By the way, Huairu, I had a dream last night. Lord Laojun said that I, He Daqing, would marry a fairy from heaven today.

I bought a bright red quilt and a bright red pillow early this morning. You can come into the room and take a look to see if you like them.

By the way, tidy up the house. Without a woman, the house is a mess. "

Jinhua the matchmaker went out cursing.

Damn He Daqing, he even complains that the meat I cook is not tasty.

A lousy cook, relying on a few mediocre skills to show off his bravery and ferocity, thinks he is a big shot? Pah.

“Ding~

Jinhua Matchmaker's resentment +333."

He Daqing frowned. This old nosy woman must be cursing me behind my back.

Qin Huairu went into the inner room and looked at the bright red quilt and blanket, feeling happy.

Could it be true, as He Daqing said, that Laojun appeared?

Hehe, Lord Laojun also said that I am a fairy.

This quilt feels so comfortable. It must be very warm to sleep under it.

Since it is a marriage bestowed by Lord Laojun, it must be good.

From now on, I, Qin Huairu, am He Daqing's wife, and He Daqing will be my man.

The corners of Qin Huairu's mouth rose slightly, revealing two shallow dimples.

Having let go of the burden in her heart, Qin Huairu felt particularly relaxed.

With the family background that He Daqing has shown, and his own frugality in managing the household, he will definitely live a good life in the days ahead.

He Daqing lifted the door curtain and saw Qin Huairu's beautiful smile. He was stunned for a moment.

This guy is so damn good-looking. I, He Dalu, am so lucky.

When Qin Huairu saw He Daqing staring at her, her pretty face turned red. Her shy look actually made He Dalu stand up, as if he had the intention to kill him.

He Daqing was just about to move forward and take advantage of the situation when he heard a noise outside the house. It was Jia Zhang's voice.

"Matchmaker Jinhua, didn't you say you would bring a girl home today to let my son Jia Dongxu take a look?

I heard someone say that you brought the girl to He Daqing's room. Is that true?"

The matchmaker Jinhua stammered and said:

"No, that's not the case.

The girl couldn't come because of something urgent, and the girl that Mr. He asked me to introduce to her happened to be free, so I brought her along.

Hey, look at what has happened. It was a misunderstanding.

I, Jinhua, am a matchmaker, so how could I break the rules? It just so happened.

Look at what happened..."

When Jia Zhang saw Jinhua the matchmaker's expression, she knew that she was hiding something from her.

"Oh? Really? What's the name of the girl in that room? Could her last name also be Qin?"

Jinhua the matchmaker's face changed, and she was speechless for a moment.

Jia Zhang knew what was going on immediately. She was afraid that Jinhua, the matchmaker, was selling one girl to two families.

Jia Zhang clapped her hands, kicked her legs, and started to throw a tantrum.

"Well, Wang Jinhua, it turns out that matchmakers are not good people, and the matchmaker's words are deceiving.

You can deceive others, but you can deceive me, Zhang Meili?

Come on, come on, everyone, please judge the situation. This thief Jinhua sold her daughter to two families and bullied us because we have no one in our courtyard..."

He Daqing walked up to Jia Zhang, pushed the matchmaker Jinhua aside, and said with a smile:

"Ms. Jia Zhang, why are you here making a scene in front of my house, He Daqing?"

When Jia Zhang saw that the real master He Daqing had arrived, she became even more cheerful.

Others are afraid of He Daqing, but I, Zhang Meili, am not.

Even though I, Zhang Meili, am 42 years old today, I am still a middle-aged woman with charm.

He Daqing is 34 years old, and the two are eight years apart in age, seemingly having nothing in common.

But when I was young, Zhang Meili was the flower of Nanluoguxiang. Which man wouldn’t take a few more glances at me?

What a big idiot he is. He came in without even saying hello in the middle of the night when my husband, Jia, was playing cards outside.

Well, it’s also because I, Zhang Meili, am too pretty, not He Daqing’s fault.

Speaking of which, I, Zhang Meili, was He Daqing's enlightenment teacher. It was I, Zhang Meili, who ate He Daqing's baby chicken.