Siheyuan: He Yuzhu is a man who dotes on his sister!

Qin Jingru took Yu Shui to the room and changed her skirt. She then put on her old clothes. Although it was not a skirt, it was clean at least.

As for He Yuzhu, he was sitting at the door with his bare chest chatting with Qin's father.

It was raining heavily outside and drizzling inside. Qin's mother was cooking in the kitchen. Qin Jingru was always watching the place on the roof that was leaking and was always ready to hold something to catch the rain.

"Brother He, my daughter told me that you are 29 years old this year, right?"

He Yuzhu nodded: "Yes, I'll be thirty soon."

In this era, as long as the age difference is not outrageous, it’s fine. In this era when people are hungry and have enough food to eat, as long as they have food to eat, it’s fine.

He Yuzhu thought that Father Qin was going to say something else, but he said, "Becoming a director at the age of 29 is not easy. Last night, my daughter told me that her boyfriend is a director, and I was thinking that the director must be over 40 years old. But seeing how you look now, I was overthinking."

Although Qin Jingru is beautiful, in Qin's father's eyes, Qin Jingru is uneducated no matter how beautiful she is. If she really gets together with a director, she might as well come back and marry a guy from the same village, after all, he knows her background well.

Dad Qin didn't dare to think about it. If a director in his forties was brought back by Jingru, would he call him brother or something else? He really didn't dare to think about it.

He Yuzhu is 29 years old, and Qin's father is in his early 40s, about ten years older than He Yuzhu.

Fortunately, Dad Qin can call He Yuzhu "little brother", which is better than calling him "brother".

I watched Qin's father take out a piece of paper and a bag of cigarettes, that is, dry tobacco.

He Yuzhu hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes from the space. In order not to show any sense of nobility, he specially took out a pack of osmanthus cigarettes, which were given for the banquet.

Seeing He Yuzhu handing it over, Qin's father took it quite naturally. The two of them smoked and chatted about family matters, from salary to family, from girlfriend to parents. Qin's father asked He Yuzhu almost everything.

Seeing how good He Yuzhu was to his sister, Qin's father came to a conclusion: if he was this good to his sister, Jingru would not be in a bad situation if she married He Yuzhu in the future, and she would not need to go back to the countryside, bending over to take care of the land under the sun.

"The meal is ready, let's eat." Aunt Qin brought a pot of fragrant stewed chicken and placed it on an eight-immortal table. She then fried bacon, sausage and other things, making a whole table of food.

Everyone sat down. Yu Shui was already hungry, so he quickly spotted a chicken leg in the bowl, put it in his bowl and started eating.

He Yuzhu and Qin's father were eating and drinking at the same time. It must be said that people of this era drink wine as a beverage.

As the cups went on, He Yuzhu gradually couldn't keep up. He was about to have one more drink and give up, but when Qin's father blushed and his words became unclear,

For two people, a little more than one pound per person is enough.

Afterwards, Qin's mother and Qin Jingru went together to clean up a room for He Yuzhu to sleep in.

Qin Jingru lit a candle and placed it on a stool. Then she took out a decent bed sheet and spread it on the bed. The job was done. She took the dog away, no, let the brother and sister come in to rest.

"Brother Zhuzi, the beds and everything are ready, go to bed early." In the countryside, there are not many entertainment facilities in the city, let alone in the countryside. As long as a family quarrels, it becomes an entertainment activity.

He Yuzhu nodded, stood up, walked to the room prepared by Qin Jingru, and sat on the bed feeling like it would collapse at any time. To put it bluntly, this bed was definitely older than He Yuzhu, and possibly even older than his father He Daqing.

It's a rainy day, and I've been riding in the rain for who knows how long, so I need to soak my feet.

Just when He Yuzhu went out to ask Qin Jingru, he saw Qin Jingru coming in with a basin of hot water.

Through the crack in the door, Qin's mother saw her daughter bringing water for He Yuzhu to wash his feet. As a mother in all these years, she had never been treated like a daughter washing her feet, so she felt a little jealous.

"What are you looking at, old woman? This is a new era and a new society. Don't be old-fashioned. The emotions of young people nowadays are not at the same level as ours. You should be more open-minded."

Although Qin's father is a rural person, he is very open-minded. He was not angry when he saw his own daughter bringing foot washing water to a man who was not married yet.

"That's not what I meant. I just feel bad that I've raised my daughter for 20 years and she never brought us water to wash her feet."

"Alright, alright, my daughter is happy that she can gain a foothold in the city. Besides, just be thankful that this Xiao He is only 29 years old when he becomes the director. If it was another director who was in his 40s and became your son-in-law, you would call him brother or something!"

When Qin Ma thought about a director in his forties calling her mom, she couldn't even imagine the scene.

"Forget it, a girl cannot be controlled by her mother when she grows up, just let her be!"

Mother Qin closed the door, her tone full of jealousy.

On the other side, He Yuzhu drank a lot of wine. Seeing Qin Jingru squatting on the ground washing his feet, he had some evil thoughts. Until He Yuzhu hugged Qin Jingru on the bed and kissed her, the bed made a creaking sound, which also made He Yuzhu's flames extinguished.

If real guns and real bullets come into play, the bed will definitely collapse.

Qin Jingru watched He Yuzhu turn over to the side. She also hated this bed. Why wasn't it a kang?

"Brother Zhuzi, you should go to bed early."

Qin Jingru straightened her clothes, combed her hair, and left the room.

When she returned to her room, she saw Yu Shui lying in bed, looking like she was watching a show: "What's going on? I succeeded!"

"No, the bed hasn't been repaired for a long time!" Qin Jingru took off her clothes and lay in the quilt wearing only her underwear.

After chatting with Yu Shui and falling asleep, Jing Ru felt herself being hugged tightly by Yu Shui.

This sister is even more of a hooligan than her brother.

Jingru couldn't break free, so she just let the rain fall on her.

The next day, it stopped raining outside and the hot sun came out.

"Brother, brother, don't sleep, get up!"

He Yuzhu opened his eyes, sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "What's wrong? It's not raining outside. Let's go back."

Yu Shui shook his head. Through last night's conversation, Yu Shui learned that Jing Ru was preparing to harvest wheat at home. Yu Shui, who had never experienced farm work, decided to stay and help.

He Yuzhu touched Yu Shui's forehead and said, "You don't have a fever, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Oh, brother, if Jingru hadn't taken us in yesterday, we would have been drenched in the heavy rain!" Yu Shui said with a frown.

"Sister, if you've never harvested wheat before, you really don't know how tiring farm work is!"

"Oh, brother, you've done it before, how do you know?"

He Yuzhu was speechless for a moment. How could he explain it? If Qin Jingru's family had little land, it would be fine. But if they had a lot of land, it would be so bad that they could kill people.

"Okay, you have to experience everything. Once you experience what it's like to harvest wheat, you'll know. You'll be so tired that you can't even hold up the bowl to eat."

He Yuzhu agreed to stay and help, and Yu Shui excitedly went to share it with Jingru.

He Yuzhu shook his head and sighed before falling onto the bed: “This girl seems quite happy doing farm work, she really doesn’t know how hard it is to harvest wheat by hand, she’s nothing!”