Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

Wang Qiang walked to the table and patted it gently, his eyes calm and firm: "Qin Huai, you may think that you have the final say in this yard now. But you forget that there are still some people here who remember me, Wang Qiang."

The smile on Qin Huai's face froze. He didn't expect Wang Qiang to be so blunt and unyielding. The followers behind him moved slightly, as if thinking about their next move.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Qin Huai's eyes turned cold: "Wang Qiang, I advise you not to act so arrogantly here. The people in this courtyard are doing things for my sake, so don't think you can still do whatever you want like before."

Wang Qiang smiled faintly and reached out to touch the ashtray on the table, as if he didn't care about Qin Huai's threat: "I never do whatever I want, but I won't allow others to step on my head." He looked directly into Qin Huai's eyes, his voice low and powerful, "From today on, don't have any bad ideas in this yard. No one will tolerate you."

Qin Huai was immediately furious. He slammed the table, stood up, and raised his voice suddenly: "Wang Qiang, do you really think you are still the same Wang Qiang as before? You don't have the final say now!"

Several young men behind him also stood up with unfriendly looks on their faces, obviously supporting Qin Huai.

But Wang Qiang had no intention of backing down, and he didn't even frown. He had expected Qin Huai to be angry, but this was exactly what he wanted. He knew that facing a man like Qin Huai, only a head-on confrontation could completely suppress his arrogance.

"Whether it is me or not is up to you, Qin Huai." Wang Qiang said slowly, with an unshakable majesty in his tone, "If you want to try, I don't mind accompanying you."

Qin Huai was speechless under the pressure of Wang Qiang's momentum. His Adam's apple moved up and down, but he could no longer maintain his confident smile. He did not expect Wang Qiang to be so strong and not give him any face. The expressions of the followers behind him were also a little stiff, not knowing how to respond.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, and several old neighbors from the courtyard came in, looking a little solemn, but standing firmly behind Wang Qiang. Old Li also came in, the pipe in his hand was still smoking, but his silent expression showed his position.

Qin Huai's face became even uglier. He looked around and suddenly found that he had lost the support he had always been proud of, as if these old neighbors had quietly stood on Wang Qiang's side in his eyes. His throat tightened and he could hardly speak.

Wang Qiang looked at Qin Huai, and the smile on his face gradually deepened, but there was no warmth in that smile. He whispered: "Qin Huai, I will re-establish the rules of this courtyard today. If you don't accept it, let's wait and see."

Qin Huai clenched his fists, but in the end he said nothing. He knew that he had lost the battle today. Whether in terms of momentum or people's hearts, he no longer had the upper hand.

There was a tense and oppressive feeling in the air, but the chill gradually dissipated. Wang Qiang stood there, his eyes steady and determined. He knew that today's show of force had worked.

Wang Qiang left the courtyard and walked on the familiar stone road. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow on him. He did not feel relieved because of his victory. Instead, he felt a sense of heaviness. Although he had suppressed Qin Huai's arrogance through a confrontation, he knew that this was just the beginning. Qin Huai would not easily give up his position and control in the courtyard for many years. Today was just a show of strength, but in the days to come, there would probably be countless waves waiting for him.

"Qin Huai is a man with a deep mind, and he won't give up easily." Wang Qiang thought to himself. He knew that although Qin Huai was suppressed by him today, the coldness and unwillingness in his eyes had already shown that he would not give up. And since he had decided to return to this courtyard, he could not take a step back.

Along the way, the breeze blew, and the air was filled with the scent of grass and trees. Wang Qiang's pace gradually slowed down, and he began to think about what to do next. Although returning to the Siheyuan has been a wish for many years, the current situation is more complicated than he imagined. The young people under Qin Huai seemed to obey him, but in fact, they had long disdained the traditions of this land. He had to set up new rules, but how to convince these young people was the biggest problem.

"We need to find a way in." Wang Qiang thought to himself, "We can't just rely on suppression. We need to use wisdom and means to solve the problem."

At this moment, Wang Qiang suddenly thought of something he had learned outside these years - Chinese herbal medicine. He has been interested in Chinese herbal medicine for many years and occasionally studied the effects of some herbs. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, maybe he could establish some kind of connection with the young people in the yard in this way. Although these young people seem unruly, they will inevitably have discomfort in their bodies and lives, and herbs may be a breakthrough.

Wang Qiang decided to buy some herbs to take home. On the one hand, it was a hobby for him, and on the other hand, it might provide him with a suitable opportunity. Herbs can not only regulate the body, but also symbolize the inheritance of ancient wisdom. Perhaps they can subtly influence those people in this way.

He quickly walked into a medicine shop. There was an old sign hanging at the door, which rustled in the wind. The furnishings in the medicine shop were simple, with neatly arranged medicinal jars on the counter. The air was filled with a strong aroma of medicine, which seemed to calm people down.

The boss was an elderly man wearing a pair of reading glasses, sorting out the herbs in his hands. When Wang Qiang came in, the old man raised his head and smiled slightly: "Young man, what medicine do you want to buy?"

Wang Qiang walked to the counter, glanced at the medicine jars, and said, "Boss, give me some astragalus, angelica, codonopsis, and wolfberry, and some herbal medicine to relieve the pain. I have an old injury at home."

The old man nodded and began to prepare medicine for Wang Qiang. While he was weighing the medicine skillfully, he asked casually, "You look well. Are you preparing medicine for someone else?"

Wang Qiang smiled slightly and nodded: "Yes, there are several young people in the yard who have no serious life all day long, smoking and drinking. I want to give them some treatment."

The old man stopped what he was doing, looked up at Wang Qiang, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "There are not many people like you who are still thinking about helping others nowadays. Young people are always motivated by impulse. It's rare that you still want to use herbs."