The beginning of the silly uncle, the true love is full of the courtyard

With Peter's help, He Ping'an's plan to build a factory was smooth sailing. With Lou Bancheng's help at work, He Ping'an has been living a leisurely life recently. Compared with the tranquility of Hong Kong and Kowloon, the Siheyuan has become quite noisy because of the return of one person. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a chaotic situation.

Although Yan Bugui was no longer the head of the family, he was still responsible for opening and closing the gate of the courtyard house in the morning and evening. This was not a shirking of responsibility by the residents of the courtyard house, but a proactive proposal by Yan Bugui himself.

Yan Bugui, who claims to be a master of divination, certainly would not do anything that would not benefit him. The reason why he was so active was mainly because someone came back late, or went to the black market at night, and needed Yan Bugui to open the door. It was not a waste to trouble him in the middle of the night, so everyone would give him some benefits. Among them, Xu Damao contributed the most.

That day, Yan Bugui walked to the gate of the courtyard in a daze as usual, unbolted the door and opened it. Suddenly, a dark shadow fell directly at his feet, and Yan Bugui, who was yawning, was so scared that he couldn't catch his breath and imitated the crowing of a chicken.

"Rat...rat spirit!" Looking at the little head, fat body and black thing all over in front of him, Yan Bugui shuddered all over and woke up completely.

"What are you talking about? If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart. And Yan Bugui, you bastard, are you a dead man? You didn't hear me knocking on the door last night, so I had to squat outside the door all night! If you don't give me an explanation today, I will make you pay!"

The black shadow was originally leaning against the door to rest. When Yan Bugui opened the door, his body suddenly fell into the yard and he woke up.

"Uh...you are...Jia Zhang?" The black shadow's curses became more and more familiar to Yan Bugui, and the last figure flashed in his mind. Thinking that the person in front of him might be Jia Zhang, Yan Bugui's heart skipped a beat: the courtyard is so lively now, it might as well be a rat spirit!

"Yan Bugui, you are still a people's teacher, you have no conscience. After all, we have lived in the same courtyard for so many years, and you don't recognize me after seven years!" That's right, the black shadow is Jia Zhang, who was sentenced to ten years. For some reason, she came back early. After seven years of labor reform, Jia Zhang's "charm" is still the same as before. A wave of output, as if to vent all the resentment of seven years.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, it's really you! Weren't you sentenced to ten years in prison? How come you're back after only seven years? Tell the truth, did you run away secretly?" At this point, Yan Bugui looked at Jia Zhang with a much more dangerous look.

"Bullshit! I made great contributions during my labor reform. The government saw that I'm old and have good behavior, so they commuted my sentence. Here's the release document! What are you looking at? My son hasn't seen it yet. Get up! Don't delay my return home!"

"Jia Dongxu is such a heartless person. He didn't even write me a letter in all these years! It must have been that slut Qin Huairu who instigated her. Just wait and see how I'll deal with her in the future. If it weren't for our Jia family's kindness in taking her in, she would have starved to death countless times. She's so rebellious that she actually dared to do evil behind my back."

Jia Zhang threw the documents in her hand at Yan Bugui, pushed Yan Bugui aside, and walked straight to the central courtyard.

Looking at Jia Zhang who was rushing to the middle courtyard, Yan Bugui sighed and murmured to himself: "It's been a long time since we've had a few years of peace. Now it's time for things to get busy again!"

"Old man, what's the excitement? What excitement is there to see so early in the morning?" Yang Ruihua, who had come out to take out the trash, saw his wife standing at the door talking to herself, and stepped forward to take over the conversation.

"What's the excitement? Jia Zhang from the Jia family is back, is that excitement? From what Jia Zhang said, she still doesn't know that Jia Dongxu is dead. What do you think, is this excitement?" Yan Bugui was startled by Yang Ruihua's sudden words, rolled his eyes, and said unhappily

"What, Jia..." When Yang Ruihua heard this, his voice became much sharper in surprise.

"What are you shouting for? Keep your voice down!"

"Old man, you are talking about Jia Zhang, the one from the Jia family in the Intermediate Court who was sentenced to ten years in prison. She is back? And we don't even know that Jia Dongxu has passed away!" After being reminded by Yan Bugui, Yang Ruihua also reacted. He glanced at the Intermediate Court and found that no one was paying attention. Then he confirmed in a low voice.

"Hmm!" Yan Bugui, who was standing by, looked at Yang Ruihua who was making a fuss and said something casually. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and his face became more serious.

"It's up to Jia Zhang to come back. It has nothing to do with our family. Why are you so serious?" Seeing her man's expression suddenly change, Yang Ruihua thought Yan Bugui was frightened.

"What do you know, you woman with long hair and short knowledge! Jia Dongxu has been dead for so many years, but Jia Zhangshi, as his mother, didn't even know about it. Such a big thing was kept secret from Jia Zhangshi, what was Qin Huai Ruan thinking?"

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"And what Jia Zhang said just now, Jia Dongxu hasn't even written a letter to Jia Zhang in all these years."

"What can I say about this?" Yang Ruihua looked at Yan Bugui with a confused look on his face.

"What do you mean? Ha! This means that since Jia Dongxu's death, Qin Huairu has lost contact with Jia Zhangshi. Others may not know Qin Huairu's cultural level, but I know it. Not to mention now, even in the past, she was able to write letters. If she couldn't, she could find someone to write for her."

"But in all these years, she hasn't even written a letter to Jia Zhang! Don't forget that Qin Huairu was a famous filial daughter-in-law in the neighborhood!" After saying that, Yan Bugui swept his eyes across the central courtyard and walked towards home with a gloomy expression.

"Old Yan, what should we do?"

"What should we do? What does the Jia family's affairs have to do with us? Talk less and just watch the fun. Also, don't tell outsiders what I just said. Especially about Qin Huairu, don't reveal a single word. Today's Qin Huairu is no longer the illiterate country girl who just came to the city." Yan Bugui was worried that his wife would go out and talk nonsense, so he specifically reminded her.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid! Alas... who would have thought that Qin Huairu, who can barely read, could become a cadre! I heard that she even became the women's representative of the steel mill, hey!"

"A few years ago, Jia Zhang boasted to us about how powerful she was and how she could control her daughter-in-law. Now, her son who she relied on is gone, and she herself is in such a low status. Qin Huairu, on the other hand, has become a cadre. I'm afraid the relationship between them as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will be reversed! I don't know if Jia Zhang can bear it." Thinking of Jia Zhang's arrogance in previous years, Yang Ruihua's words were full of gloating.

"Why bother yourself with so much? Just live your life honestly! Just watch and make a fuss! If things go wrong, Brother Ping An may have to come back to help solve this matter."

"Speaking of He Ping'an! Old Yan, where do you think he's been? Why is he on a business trip every day?"

"I don't know. Don't ask about the leader's affairs!" Thinking of the last time He Ping'an came back, within two days, a lot of meat and food were supplied on the market. Yan Bugui had a vague guess in his mind, hoping that it would be the same this time.