Rebirth of Siheyuan: Starting from escaping famine in 42

Li Qingfeng was skating on the ice with a gloomy face. As time passed, his skating movements became more and more skillful.

The children watched their father's skating moves becoming more and more proficient, and they all started to cheer excitedly.

"Dad, you are awesome."

"Yeah! Dad, it's really beautiful."

"Dad, can you teach me how to skate?"

When Li Qingfeng heard what the children said, a smile finally appeared on his face.

Wu Lirong smiled and skated for a while, then took off her skates and went to chat with Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu saw Wu Lirong coming over and asked, "Sister Lirong, why don't you skate anymore?"

Wu Lirong sat down next to Qin Huairu and said with a smile, "It's boring. I just wanted to have some fun and come over to chat with you so you don't have to worry."

Qin Huairu was a little touched when she heard this. Sister Lirong was still thinking about her, so she smiled and said, "Thank you."

Li Qingshan skated around by himself, then skated to the brothers Wei Dong and Wei Qiang, slowly took their hands, and skated slowly with them.

Li Qingfeng and his group played wildly for more than an hour. He and his brother stopped only when they saw sweat on the children's heads.

Li Qingfeng first asked the children to go to their mother's place, and then he went with his younger brother Li Qingshan to change into skates.

On the way home, Li Qingfeng had just lit a cigarette when he heard his brother's voice.

Li Qingshan pointed at a man riding a tricycle in front of him and asked Li Qingfeng, "Brother, look, is that He Yuzhu's father? Why is he riding a tricycle?"

Li Qingfeng followed the direction of his brother's finger, squinted his eyes, looked carefully, frowned and said, "It shouldn't be Master He, but he looks a bit like him."

"Really? Is there someone who looks so similar? Then I'll go ask."

As soon as Li Qingshan finished speaking, he trotted to catch up with the man who looked like He Daqing.

Li Qingfeng didn't even have time to stop him. He watched his brother catch up and saw what he was talking about with that person.

I don’t know what the two of them were talking about.

Li Qingfeng thought for a while and guessed that the man in front of him couldn't be Cai Quanwu from the tavern! He looked so similar to He Daqing, what was the relationship between them?

Also, is it possible that Hou Pulan and Yan Bugui have some shameful relationship?

As I was thinking, I was interrupted by Wu Lirong's question.

Wu Lirong and Qin Huairu followed with the children. Wu Lirong asked, "Brother Qingfeng, who is Qingshan talking to?"

Li Qingfeng replied: "I don't know him. Qingshan said it was He Daqing, and I said they just looked like him, so he went to confirm it."

After hearing this, Wu Lirong and Qin Huairu both looked over with wide eyes.

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Yes, he does look alike, but he's definitely not He Daqing. The person talking to Qingshan looks younger."

Wu Lirong nodded and agreed, "Yes! Master He and the man in front are not relatives!"

Li Qingfeng smiled and said, "Who knows? Let's wait for Qingshan to come back and ask."

After a while, Li Qingshan waited until the man left before slowly coming back.

Qin Huairu was very gossipy and couldn't wait to ask, "Qingshan, who is that person? Is he a relative of He Daqing?"

Li Qingshan asked doubtfully: "Huai Ru, how did you know?"

"That man's name is Cai Quanwu. He lives in Zhengyangmen. He and He Daqing have the same father but different mothers."

"Cai Quanwu took his mother's surname, and He Daqing took his father's surname."

"They met when they were young, but they haven't been in touch for a long time since they grew up."

After hearing what Li Qingshan said, Li Qingfeng, Wu Lirong and Qin Huairu nodded.

Li Qingfeng's guess was very accurate. He didn't expect that they were half-sisters.

Li Qingfeng asked, "Qingshan, didn't this Cai Quanwu say he would go to He Daqing's house to take a look?"

Li Qingshan shook his head and said, "No, I didn't ask."

Wu Lirong interrupted them with a smile and said, "Okay, stop chatting on the street and go home! The children are hungry."

Li Qingfeng picked up his youngest son Wei Min, held Wei Jun's hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go, I'll go home and make you something delicious."

Li Qingshan followed his older brother, picked up Wei Qiang, held Wei Dong's hand, and slowly walked behind Li Qingfeng.

Wu Lirong held Wei Hong in her arms and followed Qin Huairu behind, with Li Weiguo walking alone beside them.

Li Weiguo thought that he had grown up and didn't need an adult to hold him anymore, but why did he still feel a little disappointed?

Oh! Never mind, I am the eldest in the family!

After returning home, Li Qingfeng cooked many of the children's favorite dishes.

They didn't have to go to work today, so the brothers Li Qingfeng and Li Qingshan accompanied their father and had a few more drinks.

It doesn’t matter anyway. My home is very close and I can get there in just two steps.

Li Qingshan thought so, but he was still drunk.

Li Qingfeng had no choice but to support him and go to the room where his brother used to sleep. He took off his shoes and cotton jacket and trousers, covered him with a quilt, and went back to the restaurant to continue eating.

After dinner, Wu Lirong and Qin Huairu went back to the house to mend things. The six children had finished their dinner long ago and went to the yard to play and make snowmen.

Li Qingfeng returned to the dining table and asked his father, Li Chengman, "Dad, do you want to drink more?"

Li Chengman blushed and shook his head, saying, "It's already this late, why are you still drinking? No more drinking, let's just eat!"

"Okay, let's eat."

Li Qingfeng served a bowl of rice to his father Li Chengman and himself.

When they returned to the dining table, Li Qingfeng placed the rice in front of his father and said, "Dad, eat it! It's just a little cold."

Li Chengman shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's just right, it's still warm!"

Afterwards, Li Chengman and Li Qingfeng, father and son, ate the rice with big mouthfuls and enjoyed the delicious dishes.

Li Qingshan slept until about three in the afternoon, put on his cotton coat and trousers, put on his cotton shoes, went to the toilet, and then went to the main room.

Li Qingfeng and Li Chengman were drinking tea and reading in the main room when they saw Li Qingshan walk into the room as if he was still sleepy.

Li Qingfeng smiled and said jokingly: "Qingshan, wake up! Your alcohol tolerance hasn't improved! You got drunk after just a few glasses of wine. You need to practice more in the future."

Li Qingshan picked up someone's teacup, not caring about the heat, and took a big sip. Then he lit a cigarette and said, "Brother, my alcohol tolerance is just like this. No matter how much I practice, it won't work."

"hehe!"

Li Qingfeng was not joking. He just smiled at him and continued to read with his head down.

Seeing that his youngest son drank his tea and didn't know how to add more water, Li Chengman said unhappily, "What's the matter? The tea you drink is specially poured for you! I won't go and add water for your father."

Hearing this, Li Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, "Oh! Oh! I see."

Then he stood up, walked to the stove, and filled his father's teacup with water using the kettle.