Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

The White Widow was still cursing hysterically, but no one felt sympathy for her.

He Daqing suddenly shouted, "Enough! Stop making noise! ​​Jianjun is fine."

When Widow Bai heard the words "Jianjun is fine", she seemed to be reborn, and crawled towards Wang Jianjun who was lying on the ground, trembling all over.

"My...my son."

Seeing such a scene, people can't help but sigh.

At the same time, I also sigh that He Yuzhu is no longer the person who was once called "Silly Zhu".

Yang Xiaoman quickly walked to He Yuzhu, snatched the washing stick from his hand, threw it aside, and said with a hint of reproach: "Zhuzi, you are too impulsive..."

After saying that, she turned and looked at He Daqing.

"Dad, what happened? Why did you fight with Aunt Bai?"

When He Daqing heard this, his eyes moved away from the White Widow and fell on Yang Xiaoman again.

"Xiao Man, it's Dad who is sorry for you. This silly bitch occupied your room as soon as she came to the yard. I'm teaching her a lesson. But don't worry, I'll let her move out right away."

Yang Xiaoman frowned but said nothing.

Widow Bai was not happy to hear this. She struggled to get up from the ground, her face full of anger, and she roared, "Why? I won't let you! Is your son a son, but my son is not a son? Besides, He Yuzhu is not the owner of this house, what right do you have to stop me from living here!"

He Yuzhu also felt very helpless and speechless at this time.

Over the years, the yard has caused too much unpleasantness because of the house.

Usually he would just watch the fun and enjoy the show from the side, but he never thought that such a thing would happen to him.

At that moment, he sneered and said in a mocking tone: "Hey, I really told you, the name written on the property is Zhou Zheng's. You want to occupy this house, it's just a foolish dream!"

He Daqing's face suddenly became extremely ugly, so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out.

He stared at He Yuzhu with wide eyes and asked, "Zhuzi, are you telling the truth?"

He Yuzhu looked at He Daqing in confusion, then nodded and replied calmly: "Yes, it was transferred to Zhou Zhengming a few years ago."

When He Daqing heard this, he stamped his feet in anger and shouted in grief: "Zhu Zi, you are so confused! This is the ancestral property of our He family. How can it fall into the hands of others so easily? Isn't this cutting off your own foundation?"

His face was full of regret and sorrow, and he seemed very dissatisfied with He Yuzhu's actions.

Widow Bai was secretly pleased with herself when she saw He Daqing's change of attitude. She sarcastically said, "Hey, come and see! This is He Daqing's beloved son! He has squandered all the family's wealth, and he still has the nerve to be so smug here. Are all the people in the He family a bunch of fools?"

He Daqing's face turned very ugly. He turned to look at He Yuzhu and asked hesitantly: "Zhuzi, that house..."

He Yuzhu's face showed a trace of embarrassment and helplessness. He hesitated and replied: "I'm afraid I won't be able to get this house back..."

In fact, based on his understanding of Zhou Zheng, as long as he asked, Zhou Zheng would definitely return the house to him.

However, considering that the White Widow's family was staring at them viciously, he decided not to reveal this fact easily.

Thinking of this, he felt heavy-hearted, but soon regained his composure and continued, "I have already sold the house to Zhou Zheng. He only allowed me to continue living there because of the rain."

The corners of Yan Fugui's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He knew in his heart that others might be skeptical about what He Yuzhu had just said, but he knew it very well.

After all, he witnessed everything with his own eyes when the house transfer procedures were carried out.

The reason why he did this was not to guard against He Daqing, but because he was worried that Qin Huairu would use some tricks.

Who would have thought that it would come in handy unexpectedly today.

Yan Fugui coughed lightly and slowly stood up.

He glanced at everyone and then landed on He Daqing. He said calmly, "Old He, this is exactly as Zhuzi said. He encountered some minor troubles at the time and urgently needed funds, so he mortgaged the house to Zhou Zheng. This is not Zhuzi's fault."

He Daqing was obviously unwilling to give up easily. He stared at Yan Fugui and asked, "Mortgage? Is there still a chance to redeem it?"

Yan Fugui shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Redemption? I'm afraid it's impossible. The agreement clearly stipulates that redemption is not allowed once the mortgage period has expired. Not only that, even the street office has approved this matter and changed the name of the household owner to Zhou Zheng."

There was a sense of helplessness in his words, as if he also felt quite regretful about this.

He Daqing retorted angrily: "Then I can just buy it back from Zhou Zheng!"

Yan Fugui spread his hands helplessly and said, "That won't work. The state has clear regulations that prohibit the sale of houses. Whoever's name is written on the property certificate, the house belongs to him. No one wants to suffer and bear the responsibility with you."

He Daqing stamped his feet in anger, pointed at He Yuzhu, and sighed, "You, you, ah..."

He Yuzhu deliberately pretended to be honest and simple, scratched his head, and let out an awkward laugh, but did not say anything. Instead, he secretly cast an appreciative look at Yan Fugui.

Yan Fugui then added, "Old He, originally, this is a family matter between you and Zhuzi, and it is difficult for me to interfere." He paused for a moment. "But this is related to this house, so I have to say a few words."

"You should also know Zhou Zheng. He is not completely unwilling to give you a chance. If you and Comrade Bai want to continue living here, then of course you can. I believe Zhuzi and his wife will not have too many objections. After all, Zhuzi has been very filial and sensible since he was a child."

"But let me be frank! This house belongs to Xiao Zhou. He was kind enough to let Zhuzi move in, but that doesn't mean your whole family can move in! The moat has thawed now. If someone accidentally falls in, the consequences... would be disastrous! I'm putting it out there. It's up to you whether you listen or not!"

He Daqing's face twitched.

Could it be that Yan Fugui was threatening me?

However, there was one thing that always puzzled him.

In his opinion, Zhou Zheng looked quite amiable. How come he was as terrible as a monster in the eyes of He Yuzhu, Yan Fugui and others?

But as the saying goes, gossip can melt gold and dust can destroy a person, so he didn't dare to easily test the possible other side of Zhou Zheng.

So, he immediately showed an awkward smile and said with a smile: "Since the house is already in Xiao Zhou's name, let's put it in his name. After all, he is also Yu Shui's partner, so this can't be regarded as cutting off the foundation of our He family."

In fact, Widow Bai was not stupid. When He Yuzhu said "the house is not under He Daqing's name", she knew that there was no room for maneuver.

After she calmed down, she couldn't help but feel a burning pain on her face, and cursed in her heart: "He Daqing, you are such a useless waste!"

However, at this moment, she saw He Daqing's eyes shifted to her face, and he lowered his voice and shouted, "Stupid woman, hurry up and pack your things and follow me! We have arranged accommodation for you and your daughter. I really don't understand what you are thinking. Do you have to be beaten up to stop? You lowly bastard!"

After that, he walked towards He Yuzhu's room without looking back and started to pack his things. He seemed to not care whether the White Widow behind him would keep up with him...