Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

Zhao Shanhe thought to himself that if you dress like this and go to Siheyuan, even today's bride, Lou Xiao'e, would be outdone by you, not to mention Sha Zhu's goddess, Sister Qin, who would be crushed into dust in an instant, okay?

This is the difference between being immature and mature. Otherwise, why do we say that young people don’t know the good of older sisters and mistakenly treat young girls as treasures? Cuteness is really nothing compared to sexiness.

He walked over and hugged Chen Xueru's slender waist, rubbing it up and down. The texture of the cheongsam was extremely smooth, and the softness with body temperature was even more fascinating. She was worthy of being the woman he fell in love with at first sight. Her waist didn't look like she had given birth to a child at all.

"Xue Ru, you look so beautiful today. Fortunately, this is New China. If you had gone out wearing this before liberation, I don't know how many men would have wanted to take advantage of you."

Chen Xueru slapped away Zhao Shanhe's dishonest claws, giggled a few times and said.

"I had quite a few suitors in Daqianmen at the beginning, but I didn't like any of them. Now they are all yours."

The two of them joked for a few more times before taking Hou Kui out and calling a rickshaw. It was impossible for Chen Xueru to ride a bicycle in that outfit. If she rode a bicycle in a cheongsam, wouldn't that just be exposing herself?

Hou Kui was wearing a small-sized white shirt, dark blue trousers and small leather shoes. This was the benefit of having a full-time tailor at home. The department store did not sell this size of clothes.

When the three of them arrived at the gate of the courtyard, the third uncle who was invited by the Xu family to greet the guests was stunned by Chen Xueru's beauty. Even though he had come from the old society and had seen many ladies from noble families, there was no comparison with this one.

After watching Zhao Shanhe help Chen Xueru down from the rickshaw, he walked over and spoke.

"Shanhe, this...is your girlfriend? Why don't you introduce her to us?"

Chen Xueru smoothed the hair around her ears that was messed up by the wind, and spoke to Yan Bugui without waiting for Zhao Shanhe to introduce her.

"You are the third uncle that Shanhe mentioned, right? You can tell at a glance that you have a cultured temperament that is different from others. I am Zhao Shanhe's girlfriend, Chen Xueru. This is the first time we meet, so this small gift is a token of respect."

After saying that, he took a bag of Daoxiangcun snacks from Zhao Shanhe's handlebars and handed it to him.

Zhao Shanhe had already told Chen Xueru in detail about the characteristics of the people in the courtyard. This package of snacks from Old Yan really touched his heart, especially when he saw the mark of Daoxiangcun on the kraft paper. Old Yan was even happier and said as he took the things.

"You're welcome. I'm sorry to have spent so much money on you. Shanhe, please take your girlfriend in first. I still have to wait here for Damao to come back and greet the guests."

"Okay, Uncle San, you go ahead and do your work. I'll take Xueru in first."

Once you enter the bright gate, you can see many people busy in the yard, arranging tables and chairs, washing dishes, which are all indispensable procedures for a wedding banquet.

Zhao Shanhe was seen by these people when he brought Chen Xueru and Hou Kui into the front yard. The aunties and grandmas in the yard saw Chen Xueru's expression which was not much better than Yan Bugui's, and they all came forward to ask.

"Shanhe, is this your date? She's so pretty, isn't she? You did a great job keeping it a secret, are you finally willing to bring her back this time?"

"Shanhe, are you anxious to see Xu Damao getting married? This girl's butt looks like she can give birth to a son. Who is this kid next to you? Is she a relative of your girlfriend's family?"

As long as a woman is willing to spend money on dressing up, she can dress up to look like she is 40 years old at the age of 20. What's more, Chen Xueru is not much older than Zhao Shanhe. If you don't look closely, you can't tell that she has given birth to a child after she dresses up.

Zhao Shanhe didn't want to tell these people that Hou Kui was Chen Xueru's son for the time being, otherwise it would spread all over Nanluoguxiang in less than a day. Let them guess first. After she and Chen Xueru got the marriage certificate, she would change Hou Kui's name, and then let anyone say whatever they wanted.

He exchanged some pleasantries with Chen Xueru and these people, gave each of them a packet of Daoxiangcun liquor, and then led Chen Xueru and Hou Kui into his room.

"Xue Ru, my house hasn't been repaired for a long time, so it's a little shabby, but don't worry, I'll find someone to clean it up in a couple of days, and I promise it won't delay our wedding."

Chen Xueru didn't care about these at all. It was just a house. With her financial resources, it was easy for her to buy a courtyard house. It was just that the current policy did not allow it.

"Shanhe, it's up to you to decide. Do you have enough money to repair the house? If not, I'll pay for it."

"No, I know you're rich, but I also have quite a bit of savings. However, I'll be homeless while the house is being repaired. Can I stay in your shop?"

"You have planned this all along, right? If you want to stay in my shop, it depends on your performance."

Zhao Shanhe took out a lot of snacks while chatting with Chen Xueru. The three of them had just taken a few bites when they heard firecrackers outside and knew that the bride had arrived.

The gossipy nature of women made Chen Xueru walk to the window and look out. She saw a young woman dressed very fashionably being welcomed into the yard like a star.

After looking for a few seconds, he turned around and said to Zhao Shanhe.

"This girl looks so familiar. It seems she has also made clothes in my shop."

Zhao Shanhe walked over and replied while looking outside.

"This is Lou Bancheng's daughter. Her family is not short of money. Can't they just go to any store in Daqianmen? But you just need to know about this. You also know the attitude of the outside world towards capitalists. Since the Lou family can marry their only daughter to a working-class family, they must have their own plans. Don't tell anyone."

Chen Xueru was silent for a while when she thought about the issue of composition, and said to Zhao Shanhe with a bit of bitterness.

"Shanhe, my identity is a small business owner. Will it affect your future work?"

PS: After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the urban population was divided into four classes: capitalists, businessmen, small owners, and urban poor (workers).

Among them, small business owners represent those who employ two or three people in small quantities and also want to participate themselves, those who cannot leave their jobs, or those who run some small businesses on their own.

Zhao Shanhe tapped her nose with his hand and said unhappily.

"What are you imagining? How can small business owners be the same as capitalists? The third uncle in our yard is also a small business owner. Look, he is teaching in school now. You have to believe in our party. We will not generalize.

All right, let's go out and take a look. It's hard to see clearly through the window in the house. You and Hou Kui should keep your mouth shut and don't tell anyone anything."

Chen Xueru has been in business for many years and has a clearer understanding of human nature than Zhao Shanhe. Of course, she knows what to say and where to say it. Hou Kui was brought up by Chen Xueru. It can be said that he is even more meticulous than Bang Geng, who has been smart since childhood. He will not speak nonsense after listening to Zhao Shanhe's instructions.

After the three of them left the house, Xu Damao, who had just returned from welcoming the bride, was a little confused when he saw Chen Xueru. He ran to Zhao Shanhe and asked in a low voice.

"Shanhe, you brought such a beautiful girlfriend here? Aren't you here to mess up my place?"