Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Back inside, Qin Jingru, carrying a large sack, asked curiously, "Brother Wang Feng, did you go to the countryside to buy things today? What did you buy?"

"Why don't you open it and see for yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jingru opened the sack and was immediately surprised to find it full of good stuff.

Inside the sack were about ten pounds of pork ribs, more than twenty eggs, several pounds of cured meat, and dozens of pounds of rice and flour.

"Brother Wang Feng, these all need to be handed over to the factory, right?"

Wang Feng shook his head: "These are all for our own consumption. Go and stir-fry ten catties of pork ribs later. Just make braised pork ribs."

"Ah! Brother Wang Feng, you mean we'll eat all this ourselves?"

Qin Jingru thought she had misheard, and asked again, still not convinced.

"Um."

"Wow, Brother Wang Feng, it's so wonderful to be with you! I can eat meat every day. I never even dared to dream of such a life before," Qin Jingru said excitedly.

"Jingru, you must pay attention to cooking in the future. Remember to boil the Chinese medicine when cooking meat, and cook more at once. Cook ten catties of pork ribs tonight. If you can't finish them, you can eat them tomorrow. Don't cook steamed buns tonight, just cook two catties of rice."

"Okay, Brother Wang Feng, I understand."

"Brother Wang Feng, you hit Aunt Jia today, will you be alright?" Qin Jingru asked with some concern.

Wang Feng smiled slightly and shook his head, saying, "It's alright, don't worry, Jingru. Let me tell you, there will be a lot of messy things happening in this courtyard in the future. As long as you are in the right, even if you beat them up, they won't dare to report it to the police."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jingru nodded repeatedly: "Brother Wang Feng, I know. In our rural area, I've seen plenty of people beat dogs senseless over a few scallions. If Aunt Jia dares to keep up this fuss, I'll definitely teach her a lesson."

At this point, Wang Feng considered whether he should give Qin Jingru a few kilograms of the Water of Life.

Despite Qin Jingru's impressive words, in a real fight, she would be no match for Jia Zhangshi. Jia Zhangshi's two hundred-plus pounds of fat is no pushover.

He has been storing up the Water of Life these past few days, and now he has two pounds of it. If Qin Jingru were to drink a few pounds of the Water of Life, no one in the courtyard would be a match for her.

No, this is of utmost importance. If it gets leaked, he'll be completely finished. If all else fails, we should test Qin Jingru first.

......

The Intermediate People's Court, the Jia family.

When Jia Zhangshi returned to the room, her triangular eyes glared fiercely at Qin Huairu, and she pointed at her nose and cursed:

"Qin Huairu, you're really something now. You watched me get beaten up by that little bastard Wang Feng, and you just stayed home and didn't even leave the house? Do you want Wang Feng to beat me to death so you can be in charge? Let me tell you, don't even think about it."

Qin Huairu wiped away non-existent tears and said with a wronged expression:

"Mom, you just had a fight with Jingru and even demanded she pay you back. I'm her cousin, how am I supposed to stand up for her? Am I supposed to join you in bullying Jingru? If I do that, how can I ever go back to my parents' home again?"

"Get out, get out! Your poor relatives from your mother's side, all these years, have never once offered a single thing to show their respect to their mother. Qin Huairu, let me tell you, don't ever come back to your mother's side again. If I find out that you dare to use our family's money to subsidize your mother's side, I'll make you pay!"

As Jia Zhangshi spoke, she grew angrier and angrier. Not only had she failed to extort any money today, but she had also been slapped twice for nothing. If she had known that little beast Wang Feng would come back so early, she would not have bothered Qin Jingru.

When Banggeng saw his grandmother scolding his mother again, he didn't care at all. He took out a White Rabbit candy, unwrapped it, bit off one half, and stuffed the other half into Xiaodang's mouth.

"Brother, it's sweet."

......

The Intermediate People's Court, the Wang family.

Wang Feng sipped his tea while engrossed in reading the novel.

Qin Jingru was simmering Chinese medicine while stir-frying a large pot of braised pork ribs. The aroma of the braised pork ribs was completely suppressed by the smell of Chinese medicine, and in no time, the smell of Chinese medicine filled the entire courtyard.

"Whose family is so unethical as to brew Chinese medicine during mealtime?" Jia Zhangshi cursed.

"Mom, the smell of medicine is coming from Wang Feng's house."

"Hahaha, good, good! It must be that little bastard Wang Feng who's done for. He's even drinking Chinese medicine now. He has money but won't lend it to our family. He deserves to be childless."

Hearing that it was Wang Feng who was drinking Chinese medicine, Jia Zhangshi was in a great mood.

Qin Huairu sighed softly. Based on her years of experience, she felt that Wang Feng was not a bad person.

These past two days, when I've seen Jingru walking, her legs are spread wide apart, and she's walking slowly and hesitantly. It's obvious that Jingru has been through a lot these past few days.

By this time, it was already time for the steel rolling mill to close, and everyone gradually returned to the compound.

As soon as they returned to the courtyard, they smelled a strong odor of Chinese medicine.

"Master, is it your wife brewing Chinese medicine?" Jia Dongxu asked as he walked.

Yi Zhonghai shook his head: "No, the medicine Shufen drank didn't taste like this."

"Hey, grandpa, it's Wang Feng from the Intermediate People's Court brewing Chinese medicine at home," Yan Jiecheng said as he came out of his house.

"Oh? Could it be that Wang Feng has contracted some kind of illness?"

Yi Zhonghai asked curiously, and he was very pleased to hear that Wang Feng was going to drink Chinese medicine.

"Hehe, don't tell anyone I said that. Wang Feng is impotent. I heard he can only last 30 seconds each time. That's why he's been taking Chinese medicine to improve his health."

Yan Jiecheng revealed a lewd expression and whispered to Yi Zhonghai and the others.

Hearing that Wang Feng only lasted 30 seconds each time, Jia Dongxu laughed, a very happy laugh. He only lasted one minute each time, and now someone finally had a shorter time than him, and that person was his mortal enemy, Wang Feng.

Sha Zhu also smiled, but at the same time felt a little regretful. Qin Jingru was such a beautiful woman, and it was a waste that she was with Wang Feng.

The group chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the central courtyard. The smell of medicine became even stronger, but none of them went to question them. Instead, they all went home laughing.

Qin Jingru pinched her nose, placed a large bowl of braised pork ribs on the table, and said to Wang Feng:

"Brother Wang Feng, this Chinese medicine smells awful."

Wang Feng shook his head with a smile: "There's nothing we can do. If we ate meat every day, the people in the yard would definitely report us. If you want to eat cornbread and pickled vegetables every day, you don't need to hide it like this."

Qin Jingru filled a large bowl of rice for Wang Feng, then filled one for herself, and said, "Hehe, I still prefer meat."

Wang Feng picked up a piece of pork rib, took a bite, and then frowned.

"Brother Wang Feng, what's wrong? Is the rib not tasty?"

Wang Feng shook his head helplessly: "It's not that it's bad, it's just not very good."

Qin Jingru didn't believe it; she had tasted it beforehand. She picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in her mouth.

"Brother Wang Feng, I think it tastes pretty good!"

Wang Feng looked at Qin Jingru speechlessly. She used to not even have enough to eat, even just cornbread. Now that she can eat meat every day, of course she thinks meat tastes better.

However, by Wang Feng's standards, Qin Jingru's cooking was not even as good as fast food in later generations.

"Jingru, I'll find you a chef sometime to teach you how to cook. What do you think?"

"Okay, I'll do whatever Brother Wang Feng says."