My Qin Huairu in Siheyuan is not the White Lotus of the Golden Age

The fat girl was speechless for a moment, but he was not to be trifled with: "So what if it's yours? You don't need to maintain the tables and chairs for so many years. Without me, these things would have rotted away long ago!"

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law!"

Jia Dongxu ran back from outside, and seeing the fat girl on the ground, he almost rushed up to wrestle Wang Zicheng, but was stopped by an old man.

He also helped out and said, "Wang Zicheng, what the fat girl said makes sense!"

"As the saying goes, 'An old house that has people living in it for a hundred years will not collapse, but if no one lives in it for five years, it will collapse.' If it weren't for the fat girl living in your house, how could it be kept in such good condition?"

Wang Zicheng was amused by what the old man said. It seemed that someone else was right to occupy my house!

He sneered and said, "You old man, you know how to talk. Jia Dongxu's family has occupied my house for five years, so I should thank them, right?"

The face of the uncle turned pale at Wang Zicheng's mockery: "What do you mean by 'old thing'? It's fine if you don't call me uncle, but after all, I am still your elder. Is that how your parents taught you?"

"Humph!"

Wang Zicheng asked back: "How dare you mention the word 'elder'? You said you were the elder, but when my house was forcibly occupied by others, why didn't you come out and say a word of justice?"

"I'm telling you, I don't want even a needle if it's not mine. If it's mine, how I deal with it is my business, and no one else can tell me what to do with it!"

Wang Zicheng raised his voice and scolded.

At the same time, he threw out a good chair, which broke into pieces when it hit the ground.

Everyone was frightened by Wang Zicheng's momentum and took another step back.

Wang Zicheng scolded him unceremoniously: "Jia Dongxu, I'll give you one more chance, quickly move all these things out, otherwise I'll keep throwing them away!"

The fat girl felt very disappointed when she thought that the big house she had lived in for five years was going to be gone and she would have to go back and squeeze on the same kang with her three children.

She picked up a basin from the ground, sat down on it, and angrily asked Wang Zicheng: "Come on, if you throw it again, I will hit my head and die here, I will not live anymore!"

The fat girl also gave it her all. Her ability of throwing a tantrum was inherited from Jia Zhang, and she used it vividly. An ordinary person would really be frightened by her appearance!

"Jia Dongxu, I'll count to 3!"

"3..."

"2..."

Jia Dongxu felt like there was a dagger hanging over his head. If he didn't move the things, he might die on the spot!

The fat girl looked at Jia Dongxu's cowardly look and immediately scolded him, "Dongxu, if you move me, I will not live with you anymore. By then, I will take Banggeng and the others away, and you won't have any children!"

Wang Zicheng looked at this scene and burst out laughing.

This family is really a bunch of funny people, but the only thing they are looking at is Wang Zicheng, and the ending has already been determined.

The uncle shouted angrily: "Wang Zicheng, why don't you stop? Will you stop only if someone dies?"

"1..."

As soon as the number was revealed and seeing that the two men were unmoved, Wang Zicheng turned around and went into the house and threw the wardrobe out directly. With a loud bang, the wardrobe was smashed to pieces.

The clothes in the closet were also scattered all over the floor.

Wang Zicheng mocked: "Go ahead and bump into it, go ahead and bump into it..."

If it were Jia Zhang, the final result would definitely be that she would be in a difficult situation, but the fat girl was much crazier than Jia Zhang.

She rushed forward without hesitation and was about to hug Wang Zicheng.

"boom!"

Wang Zicheng kicked out, and the fat girl's body hit Jia Dongxu directly, rolling for thirty meters before stopping.

The uncle felt that the situation was getting out of hand, so he ran over and helped the fat girl up, and said worriedly, "Girl, are you okay?"

The fat girl stood up and said pitifully, "Uncle, you have to help us. Wang Zicheng wants to kill us all. He won't leave any chance for us to survive!"

"Wang Zicheng's room is idle anyway, so why not give us some help? Banggeng is already so old, it's really inconvenient for him to sleep with us. Uncle, please help us!"

When the fat girl mentioned the sticky point, she emphasized it on purpose.

After hearing this, the old man's eyes seemed to become much more determined. I wonder what the trick is here.

"Wang Zicheng, this house is so big that you can't live in it by yourself. I think you can just let the fat girl give you five dollars a month for rent, isn't that enough?"

"Uncle, where do I get five dollars? You know Dongxu's salary!"

The uncle said righteously: "Don't worry, I'm the one who provided the money. Dongxu is my apprentice after all!"

"five yuan!"

"This is our family's food ration for a month!"

"If I had known this, I would have accepted this uncle as my master. How come such a good thing didn't happen to me?"

Some people were amazed, some were dejected, five dollars and half a Great Unity note, in the eyes of people who had just survived a famine, this was undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Wang Zicheng was speechless because of his shamelessness. He said, "There is nothing wrong with what an old man said."

"It's just right. I'm planning to bring my father-in-law and mother-in-law to live with me, and bring my parents here too, so they can have some company. Uncle, you see my house is so small, it's definitely not big enough for so many people, why don't you rent a few rooms for me, okay?"

The uncle was speechless: "You..."

Wang Zicheng smiled and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I won't rent it for free. I'll give you six dollars a month. How about that?"

The old man was talking without any hesitation and was very tactful in doing things that benefited others. It was particularly ironic.

"You... stop being unreasonable. Let's get back to the fat girl's matter and don't go off topic!"

"Don't take chicken feathers as an order. I call you 'uncle' because I think highly of you. If you keep talking nonsense, I won't be able to control my fists!"

Wang Zicheng pointed at the fat girl throwing a tantrum on the ground and scolded her softly, "Jia Dongxu, I still say the same thing. Either I throw your things out, or you move them yourself!"

The fat girl cried, "Why, why do you want to kick us out? Isn't it enough for us to pay the rent? Do you really want to force me to death before you are satisfied?"

Wang Zicheng walked over and said to her, "Are you kidding me? When did I ever force you? I'm just taking back my own house!"

"Stop it! You are not allowed to bully my mother!"

Just as Wang Zicheng approached, an angry voice suddenly exploded in the crowd. A man rushed in roaring, and when he was close to Wang Zicheng, he jumped up and punched Wang Zicheng on the forehead.

"Oops!"

"BangGeng, stop!"