Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

While Jia Zhang was beating her chest and stamping her feet, rolling around in a tantrum, Li Weijun had already taken a comfortable nap.

During this period, Jiang Yingying also came in with Xiao Huaihua in her arms, took a few looks, and saw clearly what was happening in the room.

She was filled with resentment and hatred. Li Weijun was a heartless man who had no conscience. He left her in the front yard to supervise the old woman while he enjoyed himself.

After making up her mind to ask for her reward at night, Jiang Yingying reluctantly went back to the front yard to provide cover.

This rest lasted nearly three hours.

Youyou woke up, and Li Weijun glanced at the watch on his wrist, realizing that it would not be long before everyone would get off work and return to the hospital.

Just as he was about to leave, he woke up Qin Huairu who was sleeping soundly.

"Wei Jun, what are you doing? I want you to hug me..."

"Good sister, be good and listen to me. Things are different now. We are not in Qinjia Village. We can sleep together and sleep until we are tired. But now we are in your house. If Jia Dongxu and the others see us, I don't care, but your innocence will be ruined."

Li Weijun leaned over to comfort Qin Huairu. His keen hearing had already caught Xu Damao's familiar hoarse voice.

"Okay, then you have to promise me that you won't lock the door at night..."

Qin Huairu snuggled in Li Weijun's arms like a clingy little wild cat. Only after receiving Li Weijun's repeated responses did she reluctantly let go.

"Don't worry, Sister Qin. I'll leave the door open for you. Remember, when Jia Dongxu returns to the room, you must follow the plan we discussed before. You must continue to pretend to be drunk and don't rush for success."

Li Weijun was still somewhat worried, so after giving some instructions, he swaggered away from the Jia family.

At this time, at the threshold of the front yard, Xu Damao was staring helplessly at Jia Zhang, who was squatting on the threshold and crying loudly.

"Aunt Zhang, what are you doing? I'm going to go back to my room to get dressed for my date with Lou Xiao'e. Can you please not spoil my fun?"

This old woman was trying to commit suicide, shouting something like her daughter-in-law was unfilial and worse than an animal.

She insisted that everyone in the courtyard give her justice, otherwise she would refuse to drink a drop of water and would go on a hunger strike in protest.

No matter how the neighbors who came to ask questions tried to comfort me, no matter what injustice I had suffered, I couldn't block the door and delay everyone from returning home.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Jia Zhang refused to listen and instead treated the neighbors who came forward to ask her questions as a punching bag and scolded them.

"Hey! This lady is not finished yet. I don't believe I can't carry her away!"

A few young men, who thought they were young and strong, were just about to forcibly carry away the unreasonable old witch.

Unexpectedly, Jia Zhang acted out the whole play and actually had a pair of scissors in her arms.

As soon as he saw someone trying to get close, he would start poking them wildly.

"I don't care. Our old Jia passed away early, and you are all snobs who bully us orphans and widows. If you don't give me justice today, none of you will be able to enter this courtyard!"

"Oh, Lao Jia, please open your eyes and see how our family has been bullied. It's so unfair."

Jia Zhang had been sitting at the threshold of the front yard for the entire afternoon, waiting for the moment when get off work would end. Seeing the crowds of people joining in the fun, she felt as if she had been injected with chicken blood, and her face flushed.

His voice was sonorous and his saliva was flying, just like the style of Prime Minister Zhuge Liang debating with scholars in the past.

Li Weijun found it funny, and mixed in the crowd, he lowered his voice and said, "An inch longer is an inch stronger. Aunt Zhang has weapons, so we can use them too. We can't just stand here and delay everyone's meal and rest."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was happy.

After a day of production at the steel mill, everyone was exhausted, tired, and starving. How could they have the time to fool around with Jia Zhang?

Xu Damao had sharp eyes and spotted the dung shovel behind the corner door at a glance. He quickly grabbed the dung shovel in his hand and planned to use the dung shovel to push Jia Zhang away from the threshold from a distance of one or two meters.

Although he was thin and had little strength, he was still a young and strong laborer. What's more, the dung shovel had both physical and magical attacks.

As soon as she got close, Jia Zhang held her breath because of the fumes, and she retched and almost vomited out the food she had eaten the night before.

"Xu Damao, you're a stepmother's son, I'm not done with you!"

"Ugh! Don't put it so close to my mouth!"

It’s no wonder that Xu Damao is so immoral that he would rather poke the dung shovel on his face than on his body.

You can smoke your mouth, but never your face.

If that doesn't work, just slide it onto your hair.

With a little effort, he pushed Jia Zhang, who staggered and ran away in a hurry.

"Hey! You were standing there, Aunt Zhang, why did you run away in shame? If I were you, you'd be nothing but a paper tiger, you can only scare people with your fangs and claws."

Listening to the praises from his neighbors, Xu Damao laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

He, like the second uncle Liu Haizhong, also has a bit of a desire for power.

I finally took advantage of this opportunity to stand out, and I felt sweeter than if I had been soaked in honey.

Li Weijun looked at Xu Damao who was full of vigor and vitality and couldn't help but sigh.

These days, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot.

If Jia Zhang was really that easy to deal with, she wouldn't have become a huge cancer in the Siheyuan.

Sure enough, after a moment.

Just as Xu Damao turned around complacently and was about to put the dung shovel back to its original place, he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes.

Then a strong stench instantly hit.

It was like a flood, sweeping away everything in its path, like a broken bamboo.

The penetrating power of this magic attack is more than a hundred times stronger than that of the dung scoop.

"You! You! You! Aunt Zhang, I'm not done with you!"

Xu Damao wiped his face, but was splashed with water by Jia Zhang, who came to seek revenge with a spittoon in her hand. He trembled all over and almost fainted...

Jia Zhang put the old spittoon down carefully, put her hands on her hips, and glanced at Xu Damao with disdain: "You are a half-empty spittoon. I am waiting for your revenge. You little jerk really think you are a dish. If I had stretched out my foot back then, your father would have obediently raised his butt to let me kick him."

"If I can't cure Qin Huairu, can I not cure you? You are rebelling, I think you are."

After saying that, he didn't even bother to look at Xu Damao, and continued to sit by the front gate, crying and scolding Qin Huairu, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice.

This move of hers caused many neighbors to complain and be miserable.

But after taking a look at the spittoon that Jia Zhang placed beside him, he finally suppressed his eager urge.

Just when everyone was fed up with it and were ready to go to the street director to seek justice.

Suddenly, everyone saw the second uncle with bangs in his hand, running towards them in a panic, staggering.

"Oh no! Oh no! Something happened to Jia Dongxu!"