Rebirth He Yuzhu I am a family man

The weak and alone Qin Huairu was blocked aside by the female bodyguard. She looked with envy at He Yuzhu and Lou Xiao'e, who looked to be in their thirties, as they stepped into the magnificent and elegant courtyard.

The sound of the female bodyguard closing the door woke the dazed Qin Huairu up as if from a dream. She frantically searched the street for anything that could reflect something, trying to look in the mirror to see what she looked like.

He was missing a few front teeth, and his dark, thin, withered face had many wrinkles. At first glance, he looked more than 60 years old, if not 70 years old. Qin Huairu couldn't accept his appearance at this moment. Because she didn't believe it, she kept looking for new reflections.

After confirming that the good looks that she had been so proud of all the way were gone, Qin Huairu attributed her premature aging to her lack of money.

Qin Huairu returned to the room where Xiaohuaihua stored her sundries. She calmed down and finally realized the reality. At this moment, she had nothing: without a good-looking appearance, how could she find a man to rely on? Without the dedication and care she had given to her children since childhood, how could she expect her children to be filial and attentive? Without skills and work, how could she have the money to live the good life that everyone yearns for...

Qin Huairu was dreaming alone. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that making money was the most important thing in her eyes. However, with her brain that could barely read and her current situation that was completely out of touch with society, she could not think of a proper way to make money except by relying on her appearance.

Just when Qin Huairu was getting so anxious and anxious that she felt a splitting headache and was about to collapse, He Yuzhu's casual words, "You can set up a stall or try your luck in Panjiayuan and you won't have to worry about food and clothing," echoed in her mind.

He Yuzhu's words seemed to give her hope and let her have a ray of light. Starting from the next day, Qin Huairu carefully observed the small vendors who were exposed to the wind and sun, and in the wind and rain.

How could Qin Huairu, who was ambitious and eager for quick success, look down upon the ordinary life of the people in the old city who worked hard to get rich? In her heart, she simply sneered at them and thought that He Yuzhu was playing a trick on her and wanted her to beg for food in disguise.

Qin Huairu didn't know that Xiao Huaihua, the rich girl in her eyes, earned her first pot of gold by setting up stalls and working as a small vendor, which led to her enviable life as a small boss today.

Qin Huairu looked down on the job of setting up street vendors, and she walked into Panjiayuan with a skeptical attitude. She took a quick look and saw that it was still a street vendor, which almost made her nose crooked. She wanted to rush to He Yuzhu immediately, scold him to death, chop him up and eat him.

Just as Qin Huairu was gritting her teeth in hatred and preparing to leave the Panjiayuan stalls, she saw someone actually took out a large sum of money to buy some junky old goods that she didn't like.

This surprised her. Such an inconspicuous little thing could be sold for so much money, which just suited Qin Huairu's lofty and overestimating appetite. She carefully observed one stall after another.

"This thing of mine is authentic. Smell it. It still has a fishy smell. It was dug out of the ground not long ago."

"Hey, the things on my stall are all collected from the streets. They come from the imperial city. How can they be fake?"

"If you are a smart person, go to those small restaurants and teahouses and take a look. They still use Qing and Ming products. The products on my stall are much better than those places..."

Qin Huairu observed for a few days, and through the conversations between the vendors and buyers, she slowly tasted the flavor.

Qin Huairu thought about digging in the fields, but as a middle-aged woman, she didn't have the ability to do that; but thinking back to the past, she used her clever words and acting skills to coax the neighbors in the courtyard and the old men in the steel mill. After thinking about it, she felt that walking around the streets to collect items and then reselling them was a job that suited her very well.

She was very happy thinking about this and that, but when she really had to pack up her belongings, she had neither money nor a car, and she was faced with difficulties. When she returned to the utility room that Xiao Huaihua had given her, she looked at the clothes and electronic products piled everywhere, and she had an idea in her mind.

Qin Huairu was a cruel and ruthless person. She went out and called a few small vendors to clear out all the out-of-season, out-of-date and unsaleable products of Xiaohuaihua.

With the money in hand, Qin Huairu bought a second-hand bicycle and went to work in the streets. Qin Huairu looked poor and shabby, her words were leaky, and her price was very low, but there were still kind-hearted old people who would sell their things to her.

Qin Huairu made a profit as soon as she turned over the goods. She tasted the sweetness and appeared on the streets on time regardless of wind or rain. That day, Qin Huairu had just turned into a somewhat run-down alley when she was blocked by two teenagers.

Bangchui and Banggan were not sure if the person standing in front of them was Qin Huairu, so they asked excitedly, "Grandma, is that you? We finally found you."

Qin Huairu looked at the two disheveled and smelly teenagers in front of her with complicated eyes. In fact, she could tell from their figures, manners and voices that these two were her nominal grandsons - Bangchui and Banggan.

However, Qin Huairu weighed in her heart: should she go home to recognize them or pretend not to know them? She looked at the two little brothers who were almost as tall as her, and her heart became active. "Give them some porridge and rice, which doesn't cost much; let them sleep on the floor."

"When they grow up, it's up to them to do whatever they want. After all, it's their own business to get married. Then they can just blame their runaway mother."

"Hey, now that they are big enough, help me look after the stall. In the future, accompany me to collect things in the suburbs of Sijiu City, then I will have helpers. It won't be a loss to take them in..."

Qin Huairu made up her mind and pretended to be surprised. She said seriously, "Hey, are they my eldest grandsons Bangchui and Banggan? I miss you so much!"

"That day, I went to Qinjia Village and looked for you several times. I didn't find you, so I returned to Sijiu City."

"Grandma, we are your grandsons Bangchui and Banggan. We came all the way to the old city by begging for food. We couldn't find our home, so we had to beg on the streets. We slept on the streets at night. Woo woo..." The two little brothers said and started crying in grievance.

"The two little bastards are quite capable, why didn't they die on the road?" Qin Huairu thought viciously in her heart, but greeted them enthusiastically: "Quick, quick, go home with grandma, grandma will buy you clothes, and let's go to the bathhouse to take a bath..."

How could a young man know the taste of sorrow? Bangchui and Banggan took a bath, changed into clean new clothes, and ate the meals prepared by Qin Huairu. In an instant, they forgot all the hardships they had suffered in Qinjia Village, as if they had returned to their carefree childhood.

While Qin Huairu was resting in the house, the two of them set their sights on the room of Xiao Huaihua that Qin Huairu mentioned. The two brothers could not resist the curiosity to go in and find out what was going on, so they poked the door lock of Xiao Huaihua's room without hesitation...