The Beginning of a Courtyard House: Sixty Years of Internal Strength

Li Jianguo also fell into deep thought at this moment. He knew that in this era, it was difficult for a woman without children.

There are so many rumors and gossip, just look at Li Cuilan's fate; the rumors about him never stopped.

"Yaoyao, I guess it's because of our cultivation."

After all, possessing such miraculous martial arts skills would lead to infertility.

In fact, Li Jianguo knew that this was all nonsense, and that the system had probably done something to him.

Those heroes have plenty of children, how could they be unable to conceive?

At this moment, Yao Yao also sighed.

"What should we do? Let's cripple our martial arts skills, have a child, and then start practicing again."

Yao Yao looked at Li Jianguo with bright eyes, feeling that her method was feasible.

"Yaoyao, stop thinking nonsense. You can't let yourself go. It's quite troublesome to train."

"Besides, if we keep practicing, we'll achieve immortality, so why worry about that?"

"But Brother Jianguo, if we still look like this decades later, it will definitely attract attention. Are we just going to hide in the space forever?"

"Don't worry, Yao Yao, I already have a plan."

Looking at the progress bar, Li Jian had already reached 37%. He would then work on the main character in the courtyard house. It seemed that reaching 100% would be quite easy.

If all else fails, there are other shows, right? Zhengyangmen, there are still people who are loyal and hardworking, we can take action against them then.

You saw them slowly and leisurely return to Lijiazhuang with Yaoyao like that.

The next morning, he went to collect his belongings as usual and purchased a batch of supplies. After all, he had come all this way, and he couldn't leave empty-handed.

In the afternoon, Li Jian and Yao Yao boarded the car to return home.

The peaceful days have only lasted for five months.

Li Jianguo was very comfortable during that time.

When he had nothing to do, he would go to his space to practice his skills, and with Chen Xueru and Yao Yao by his side, he lived a very enjoyable life.

But he still insisted on eavesdropping every night, and the old lady never revealed where she hid the money.

One evening when he returned to the gate of the courtyard, he did not see Yan Bugui.

Hearing the commotion in the backyard, Li Jianguo had a sudden thought: could it be that the old lady had died?

They quickly went to the backyard with Yao Yao and saw that, sure enough, there were people surrounding the old lady's house, and they could hear Sha Zhu wailing loudly from inside.

Li Jianguo quickly moved closer to Xu Damao and asked him about it.

"What exactly happened to Da Mao? Is the old lady dead?"

"Ah, she was fine after lunch today, but when Yang Ruihua went to clean in the afternoon, she found that the old lady was gone."

You have no idea, Yang Ruihua was so excited at the time that she almost fainted.

The old lady hasn't told Yang Ruihua where she hid the money yet.

Someone has already notified the neighborhood committee, and they should be sending someone soon.

Sure enough, not long after, Wang, the neighborhood committee member, rushed over.

He read the old lady's will aloud in front of everyone inside the house.

"These two houses were left to He Yuzhu, who left behind 300 million yuan before her death."

Liu Haizhong received 500,000 yuan, and Yang Ruihua received 1.5 million yuan.

The remaining one million will be used for funeral expenses.

As he spoke, Officer Wang took the money out of his pocket.

They handed the money to Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui respectively. Liu Haizhong accepted the money and kept thanking them.

Yan Bugui's face twitched with hatred. He never expected that this damned old woman would scheme against him even on her deathbed.

After the New Year, Yang Ruihua kept inquiring about where the old lady's inheritance was hidden.

But the old lady remained silent, saying only that she would tell everyone when she was about to pass away and had a final burst of energy before death.

Yan Bugui had a pretty good plan at the time: even without an inheritance, he could still claim a room in the house.

After all, having served them for so long, my own family has been the hardest working and the best at taking care of them.

Unexpectedly, the old lady died quietly, and she even left a will in advance, leaving the house to Sha Zhu.

I only got 150 million after serving her for so long. That's a huge loss.

For someone with high-level paraplegia like this, hiring someone to take care of them would cost at least 50 yuan a month.

But with Officer Wang still there, he felt awkward saying anything.

"Alright, since it's the old lady's will, Liu Haizhong, you should follow the customs and hurry up and arrange the old lady's funeral."

He then gave Liu Haizhong a funeral allowance of one million yuan, which was quite a high standard.

The government already provides funeral expenses for the elderly living alone, and with this additional million, they can definitely have a grand and lavish affair.

Liu Haizhong quickly nodded and bowed in agreement.

"Okay, don't worry, our leader, we will definitely complete the task perfectly."

Li Jianguo laughed and joked with Xu Damao.

"Da Mao, look at Yan Bugui's expression, isn't it funny? He looks like he ate shit and is in a terrible state."

They did all that poop and pee, serving me for over half a year, and only gave me 150 million? That's a huge rip-off!

"He deserves it, who told Old Man Yan to be so stingy."

Ever since Yi Zhonghai went to jail, Yang Ruihua has been keeping a close eye on the old lady.

I'm afraid they'll leave their inheritance to a fool, so I keep an eye on them every time they eat.

"Now look what's happened. The old lady had already left a will for Officer Wang; all her efforts have been in vain."

After Officer Wang left, Liu Haizhong arrogantly ordered everyone to get to work, one person buying funeral clothes, another buying wreaths.

Liu Haizhong also wanted Li Jianguo to set up the mourning tent.

Li Jianguo ignored Liu Haizhong completely, gave him a piece of his mind, and then took Yao Yao home with him.

"Yaoyao, it seems our plan to steal the inheritance is not going to work out. I guess the old lady donated the inheritance a long time ago, otherwise how could Director Wang have a will?"

"Brother Jianguo, you really know how to scheme. You've made Yang Ruihua work for so long for nothing, and all you give her is that little bit of money. You're really treating her like a beggar."

These past few months, I've often seen Yang Ruihua washing mattresses and such, and they're all filthy stuff; it's disgusting.

The most regrettable thing is that the two rooms were given to Sha Zhu for nothing. Why would Old Man Yan, who's so stingy, steal money from his own family?

"Let's just leave it at that. Things have been pretty peaceful in the courtyard lately, so let's not cause any more trouble."

"These comfortable days have only lasted a few months; if things get complicated, it'll be too much trouble."

"Hmm, that works too."

The coffin was kept in the backyard for only one day. It was buried the next day.

He Yuzhu really acted like a filial son and grandson, wearing mourning clothes, smashing pots and bowls, and crying so sadly.

Unexpectedly, this silly boy actually recognized the old lady as his grandmother.

After the funeral, the battle for the old lady's house began.

The Jia family.

"Dongxu, now that the old lady's house in the backyard is vacant, we must make a move and build one."

At this moment, Jia Zhangshi's eyes were filled with greed.

"Dongxu, I think Mom is right. Now is a great opportunity. Shazhu has so many houses that he can't even live in them all."

If he gets married and has a wife, it will be difficult for him to have another child; his wife probably wouldn't agree.

Qin Huairu quickly urged them on as well.