Dressed as a little fool: marry and have children

At night, He Yuzhu and Liu Xiuxiu were lying on the bed, the moonlight shining through the window onto them, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere. Liu Xiuxiu turned sideways and looked at He Yuzhu, her eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

"Brother Yuzhu," Liu Xiuxiu asked softly, "I've heard you say before that you hate the courtyard's moral blackmail and forcing people to donate money. You've messed with it a few times, but why did you donate this time?"

He Yuzhu was not surprised when he heard Liu Xiuxiu's question. He knew that Liu Xiuxiu was a thoughtful girl, and she would naturally be curious about his change of attitude. So he turned around, faced Liu Xiuxiu, and began to explain.

"In fact, there are two main reasons why I donated this time." He Yuzhu said, "First, for the sake of the children and Brother Dongxu. After all, they are in trouble now, and as neighbors, we should lend a helping hand. Second, I also want to maintain a superficially harmonious relationship in the courtyard. After all, we still have to live here, and this situation is special, so I don't care about the previous conflicts."

He Yuzhu paused and continued, "However, if they donate money under this excuse next time, I will refuse. After all, we can't keep pampering them if they are in need."

After listening to He Yuzhu's explanation, Liu Xiuxiu nodded to show her understanding. She said, "This child is indeed pitiful. I heard him crying today and felt sad. It was only because of the kindness of an auntie that she made some rice soup for him that he slowly stopped crying."

He Yuzhu heard the sigh and depression in Liu Xiuxiu's words and knew that she was feeling bad. He leaned over, gently embraced Liu Xiuxiu in his arms, and said softly: "Xiuxiu, don't care too much about these things, it will make you feel bad. Let's care about other things."

As he spoke, He Yuzhu's hands began to gently wander over Liu Xiuxiu's body, with an indescribable tenderness and passion. Liu Xiuxiu also felt He Yuzhu's warmth, she closed her eyes and let his movements wander over her body.

The breathing of the two gradually became rapid. In the night, their figures were pressed tightly together, as if they wanted to merge their love into each other's bodies.

The next morning, He Yuzhu was awakened by a sharp baby cry. He vaguely realized that the sound came from Jia Dongxu's house next door, and he felt a headache. The cry seemed to continue for a long time, making it impossible for him to fall asleep. He sighed and simply got up to face this reality.

He turned to look at Liu Xiuxiu beside him, only to see her frowning slightly, obviously also woken up by the crying. He Yuzhu couldn't bear to see her continue to be disturbed, so he got out of bed quietly. He found a bag of unused cotton that he had bought at home before, and carefully pulled out two small balls.

He walked gently to Liu Xiuxiu's bed and gently stuffed cotton into her ears. He looked at her peaceful sleeping face and thought that he might have been too intense last night, which made her tired and sleep so deeply that even the crying outside did not wake her up.

After He Yuzhu had taken care of his physiological needs, he did not rush back to the bedroom. He washed the rice and cooked porridge first. After the porridge was cooked, he took out a pickled vegetable lump from the jar and started to cut it. He was going to mix the pickled vegetable shreds into hot and sour ones. After mixing them, he brought the pickled vegetables into the living room and put them on the table.

He Yuzhu saw that it was still early, so he thought about washing the dirty clothes and bed sheets that he and Liu Xiuxiu wore yesterday. He put the clothes in a basin and carried the basin to the laundry in the middle courtyard.

He thought he would be the first to arrive, but he didn't expect that the place was already crowded with people, and clothes of various colors were particularly eye-catching in the early morning sun.

The third aunt saw He Yuzhu coming with the basin, and then noticed the closed door of his house, and couldn't help but smile. She sighed: "Silly Zhu, you still love your wife, unlike your third uncle, who didn't even wash the rag for me." Although this sentence was a joke, it was more of an appreciation and affirmation of He Yuzhu.

When the busy people around heard what the three aunts said, they all raised their heads and focused their eyes on He Yuzhu. For a moment, all kinds of whispers came one after another.

"Shazhu is really caring!" a middle-aged woman sighed, with envy in her eyes.

"This idiot Zhu might as well marry my daughter. Look at her now, she has to wash her own clothes." Another somewhat mean woman said half-jokingly, feeling somewhat envious of He Yuzhu who was so good to his wife, causing a woman next to her to roll her eyes.

"You can tell from the looks of Shazhu's family that they are not hardworking." A young woman muttered softly, seeming somewhat dissatisfied with He Yuzhu's daughter-in-law.

He Yuzhu did not hear these comments about himself. In a future world, it has become common for men to do housework.

He smiled frankly at the third aunt who was praising him, and said modestly: "Third aunt, if third uncle hears you saying that, I'll be in trouble." There was a hint of amusement in his words.

When the third aunt heard what He Yuzhu said, she burst into laughter, and the wrinkles on her face were squeezed together, like a blooming chrysanthemum. She waved her hands while laughing, and after a while she said, "You silly Zhu!" Her laughter was full of love for He Yuzhu.

An old lady standing by just smiled as she sat quietly on a small stool, busy sewing a pair of exquisite tiger shoes for Qin Huiru's newborn baby.

Her eyes were focused and gentle, as if she had poured all her love into the shoes. She did not insert this topic, because her heart and eyes were now focused on the child Qin Huairu had given birth to.

The second aunt stood aside, watching He Yuzhu washing clothes, with a look of disappointment on her face. In her traditional concept, these houseworks are what women should do, and men should go out to work hard for their careers instead of staying at home to wash clothes.

So, she couldn't help but said to He Yuzhu: "Silly Zhu, you can't spoil your wife. These chores are not what you should do." There was a hint of blame and dissatisfaction in her words.

He Yuzhu frowned slightly when he heard what the second aunt said, but he knew that the second aunt had no bad intentions, but just had different ideas. So he put down the clothes in his hands, raised his head, and responded in a calm tone: "Second aunt, I know, I'm not going to work today, I have nothing to do, I will pay attention next time." His attitude was sincere and serious, and it was impossible to refute.

When the third aunt heard what the second aunt said, she frowned. She thought about it and felt that although the second aunt's words made sense, she couldn't completely deny He Yuzhu's behavior. After all, who wouldn't like their man to feel sorry for them? So, she chose to remain silent, continued to wash her clothes with her head down, and didn't interrupt again.

When the second aunt heard He Yuzhu admit his mistake so seriously and said that he would pay more attention in the future, her dissatisfaction also dissipated a lot. She nodded with satisfaction and had a much better impression of He Yuzhu.