Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

Wang Qiang was filled with gratitude, knowing that He Yuzhu was really thinking about him. He took a deep breath and decided to be more cautious from now on and not get involved in disputes easily.

As the days passed, Wang Qiang became more low-key. He was cautious and no longer took the initiative. The courtyard was still a warm place, but he was more alert and cautious.

One day, Wang Qiang was watering the flowers in the yard when he heard hurried footsteps. He looked up and saw Qin Huairu running towards him with an anxious look on her face.

"Wang Qiang, something bad has happened. Xiaobao is sick. Can you help me take him to the hospital?" Qin Huairu said breathlessly.

Wang Qiang's heart tightened. Xiaobao was Qin Huairu's son, and he had always cared about this child. He agreed without hesitation: "Okay, take me to see him."

Arriving at Qinhuai Homestay, Wang Qiang saw that Xiaobao was pale and breathing rapidly. Without saying a word, he picked up Xiaobao and rushed to the hospital. On the way, he had only one thought in his mind, that is, he must make sure that Xiaobao is safe.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor quickly examined Xiaobao and diagnosed him with acute appendicitis, requiring immediate surgery. Wang Qiang and Qin Huairu waited anxiously outside the operating room, their hearts filled with worry and anxiety.

"Wang Qiang, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what to do." Qin Huairu said with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Xiaobao will be fine." Wang Qiang comforted, but his heart was full of anxiety.

The operation was finally over, and the doctor came out to tell them that the operation was very successful and Xiaobao was out of danger. Wang Qiang and Qin Huairu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they stayed by the bed together until Xiaobao woke up.

"Xiaobao, how do you feel?" Qin Huairu asked with concern.

"Mom, I'm much better." Xiaobao smiled weakly, his eyes full of gratitude.

Wang Qiang looked at the mother and son and felt extremely relieved. He knew that he had done the right thing and that Qin Huairu understood and appreciated his help.

After returning from the hospital, Wang Qiang still maintained a low-key attitude towards life, but he knew that when it was time to take action, he would never back down. This balance of caution and courage allowed him to navigate the life of the courtyard with ease and also won the respect and trust of his neighbors.

On a sunny morning, Wang Qiang was standing in the courtyard of the quadrangle to bask in the sun, when suddenly he had a good idea. Recently, Xu Damao's tofu business had declined a bit, so he planned to go to Xu Damao and give him some advice.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiang walked quickly to the door of Xu Damao's house and knocked. "Xu Damao, are you home?"

The door opened quickly, Xu Damao stuck his head out, and when he saw Wang Qiang, a trace of confusion appeared on his face. "Wang Qiang, you came to see me so early, what's the matter?"

"Xu Damao, I have a good idea that can help your tofu business improve." Wang Qiang said with a smile.

"Oh? What's a good idea?" Xu Damao was obviously very interested in this topic and hurriedly invited Wang Qiang into the house.

The two sat in Xu Damao's living room, and Wang Qiang got straight to the point: "Your tofu has always been of good quality, but can you make some improvements in publicity and sales? Nowadays, people's pace of life is fast, you can consider setting up a stall in the market, actively selling, and expanding your influence."

Xu Damao's eyes lit up after hearing this, but then he hesitated. "Wang Qiang, your idea is good, but I can't handle it alone."

Wang Qiang smiled and said, "That's easy. I can help you. Let's go to the market and set up a stall and see how it works."

Xu Damao finally made up his mind and nodded. "Okay, I'll listen to you. Let's go to the market and try it tomorrow morning."

The next morning, Wang Qiang and Xu Damao were busy at dawn. They loaded tofu onto a cart and pushed it toward the market. Along the way, Wang Qiang was thinking about how to take Xu Damao's tofu business to the next level. He knew that good quality alone was not enough, and that some sales skills and promotional methods were also needed.

When they arrived at the market, they chose a prominent location and set up their stall. Wang Qiang was in charge of calling out, "Fresh tofu, high quality and low price, come and have a look!" His loud voice attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Xu Damao was in charge of cutting tofu and packing it, and the two worked well together. Gradually, the stall was crowded with people, who came to taste and buy the tofu. Wang Qiang was very proud, and his method was obviously effective.

A middle-aged woman walked up, tasted a mouthful of tofu, and said with satisfaction: "This tofu is really good, delicious and tender."

"Thank you for the compliment, sister. This is our family's handmade tofu, with absolutely no additives." Xu Damao responded hurriedly, with a long-lost smile on his face.

After a busy day, the tofu on the stall was almost sold out. Xu Damao counted the money in his hand and said with emotion: "Wang Qiang, it's really thanks to you. I made more money today than in the past week."

Wang Qiang patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "This is just the beginning. We can set up stalls regularly in the future. With other promotional methods, business will definitely get better and better."

The two packed up their stall and pushed the empty cart back to the courtyard. Along the way, Xu Damao was in a good mood and kept thanking Wang Qiang for his help. Wang Qiang also felt very satisfied. He knew that helping his neighbors not only made him happy, but also made life in the courtyard more harmonious and beautiful.

After returning to the courtyard, Wang Qiang and Xu Damao sat together in the yard, enjoying the afterglow of the sunset. Xu Damao said excitedly: "Wang Qiang, you are really my benefactor. If it weren't for you, I don't know what to do."

Wang Qiang waved his hand and said with a smile: "We are neighbors, and we should help each other. Besides, I also hope that the life in our courtyard will get better and better."

Xu Damao nodded and looked at Wang Qiang gratefully. "Wang Qiang, don't worry, if you need any help in the future, just ask."

Wang Qiang felt warm inside, knowing that his efforts were not in vain. The mutual help and care between neighbors made him feel extremely happy and satisfied.

In the following days, Xu Damao followed Wang Qiang's advice and not only set up a stall in the market regularly, but also promoted it through other channels. The tofu business was getting better and better, and his life was gradually getting back on track. Wang Qiang continued to live a low-key and fulfilling life, silently caring for and helping the people around him.

One evening, Wang Qiang was sitting in the yard reading a book when he heard a hurried knock on the door. He put down his book, walked over to open the door, and saw Xu Damao standing at the door with an excited smile on his face.