Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

The key person, Yang Jianguo, has this attitude.

After that, once his wife entered the family, he was no longer able to enjoy a life of luxury.

Oh, I regret it!

The pretty widow's eyes were dim, lamenting her tragic fate.

As Yang Jianguo started moving things out, he placed a few pieces of old furniture by the door, and the Third Uncle's eyes darted around like bullets.

"Jianguo, how long can you keep working by yourself? Let my son lend you a hand."

The old man turned and walked towards the front yard, shouting as he went, "Jiefang, bring your younger brothers and sisters over here, let them lend a hand to your brother Jianguo."

Hearing the third uncle's grumbling, the second uncle rolled his eyes.

He knew perfectly well that his third uncle had his eye on Yang Jianguo's old things and wanted to take advantage of the situation by lending a hand.

But Yang Jianguo didn't refuse. How about... he let his son lend a hand?

Before the second uncle could figure it out, the third uncle had already returned with his men.

"Quickly, lend a hand to your brother Jianguo, it's too tiring for one person to do this!"

As he spoke, the third uncle went upstairs himself, rolled up his sleeves, and slammed his hand on the table with the missing leg.

Hold it down, don't move!

Chapter Fourteen: Founding a Nation, Emphasizing People

'Hey, what a shameless old man,' Uncle Er cursed inwardly.

An elderly man watching the play nearby was also feeling uncomfortable.

If he had a son, he could ask his own son to lend a hand and get a table or chair.

This old man... would it kill him to take a little less advantage?

Qin Huairu also wanted to speak up; she wanted those small stools and the cupboard that had just been moved from next door.

The item is old, but the material is good...

After sanding it down and applying a coat of paint, it looks brand new again.

'That Yang Jianguo, he really doesn't know how to manage money.' Qin Huairu.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What are you all doing here?"

Sha Zhu, carrying a lunchbox in a net, came over with his hands behind his back like a big shot, all smiles.

"Shazhu, Jianguo bought new furniture, he's busy right now!"

"Oh, really? Let me see." The crowd automatically parted to make way for Sha Zhu to walk to the front.

An old man, Qin Huairu, and a deaf old woman in the courtyard are all powerful figures who can help them.

I'm also a stubborn and simple-minded person.

Apart from Xu Damao, that real scoundrel, no one dares to mess with him...

"Hey, Jianguo, you can do it!"

Sha Zhu glanced at it and burst out laughing.

Yang Jianguo happened to bring out a long table. Seeing him grinning foolishly, he put the table down and patted it: "Master He, would you like it?"

"Give it to me?"

Sha Zhu pointed to himself, somewhat surprised.

And this title, Master He...

hey~

It sounds pleasant.

Yang Jianguo shook his head and said, "I can't give it to you, I'll send it to you."

"Last time you gave me a handful of peanuts, this time I'll give you an old table in return, is that appropriate?"

Qin Huairu felt awkward as soon as Yang Jianguo opened his mouth.

Back then, Yang Jianguo asked Shazhu to borrow grain, but Shazhu didn't have any, so he took all the grain quota himself.

She was thinking of giving the leftovers from the lunchbox to Yang Jianguo, but her mother-in-law heard her and rushed out, lifting the curtain.

He immediately said, "You idiot Zhu, why are you using my family's grain to help outsiders?"

In the end, she snatched the lunchbox away, and Sha Zhu gave him a handful of peanuts to fill his stomach, something he still remembers to this day.

It must be said that Jia Zhangshi was quite a character.

In short, I offended two people.

It's a lose-lose situation, and most people wouldn't be able to handle it.

Because of this, Qin Huairu said many nice things to Sha Zhu and bought him a bottle of wine, which finally calmed him down.

Having such a terrible teammate is exhausting for Qin Huairu.

Bringing up the old story again, Qin Huairu awkwardly scratched her toes.

But she couldn't bear to part with those stools and cupboards, so she stayed where she was with her head down.

Sha Zhu scratched his head, embarrassed: "Haha, I got a great deal by exchanging a handful of peanuts for a table, didn't I?"

Yang Jianguo nodded and said, "If you think it's okay, then it's fine. Liberation."

"Hey, Brother Jianguo, I'm here!" Yan Jiefang quickly stepped forward.

Yang Jianguo slapped the table, dust flying everywhere, "Take it inside for Master He."

Yan Jiefang was a little unhappy. He would get benefits for helping Yang Jianguo, but what good would it do to help Sha Zhu?

The third uncle was a cunning schemer, and those below naturally followed suit, each with their own plans in mind!

Sha Zhu isn't really stupid; he can tell from Yan Jiefang's expression that he's unhappy.

Someone else might have taken it themselves.

But he just wouldn't listen. Hey, Jianguo already told you to move into the house for me, he's just so stubborn.

Seeing that Sha Zhu didn't move, Yan Jiefang stood there dumbfounded.

The third uncle grew anxious, "Liberation, why aren't you going yet?"

Since the goods haven't arrived yet, Yang Jianguo is still in charge.

He's already spoken, what are you standing there for, you silly boy? If you upset him, he won't give you anything later, what a waste.

How could someone as shrewd and calculating as myself have given birth to such a stupid child?

"Yes," Yan Jiefang responded, then moved the table over.

Seeing that Widow Qin was looking at the table, Yang Jianguo spoke up, "Master He, this table is a gift from me as a token of my appreciation."

"Keep it for yourself. Even if you burn it for firewood, the goodwill is still yours. You deserve it."

"But if you take it and give it away, whose family will it be to?"

After a pause, Yang Jianguo grinned and said, "Then bring it back to me, I'll chop some firewood myself to keep warm in the winter!"

Sha Zhu waved his hands immediately upon hearing this: "No way! You gave it to me, how can I give it to someone else? Look at what you're saying..."

Sha Zhu didn't understand, but someone else did.

This is enough!

Bai Luozhang set up a long table, and Sha Zhu happily went back to clean it up.

This old wooden object isn't about being pretty or valuable; it's just sturdy.

It can be used for three generations without fail; that's how Jian Guo was—he was particular about things.

Seeing that there was no excitement, the people dispersed.

Qin Huai went to Sha Zhu's side and was about to speak when Sha Zhu shoved the lunchbox into her hands, saying, "Give this to the child. This table is really nice."

He cheerfully picked up the table and carried it into the house, then found a cloth and began to clean it.

At this moment, Sha Zhu didn't care about the pretty widow.

I was just thinking of cleaning up this table. What am I going to do with it?

Chapter Fifteen: A Good Show is Open Robbery

The whole process was completed with the help of four free laborers.

Yang Jianguo was also very demanding, making him sweep, splash water, and mop the floor after he finished moving things.

He leaned against the wardrobe, lit a cigarette, and snorted.

He doesn't usually smoke much and isn't addicted. If he smokes too much, he'll have a mouthful of yellow teeth that he finds disgusting.

However, it can make you feel good, so lighting one up to relieve boredom is perfectly fine.

It's really not easy to get Uncle San to do anything in this courtyard!

After finishing, I cleaned every nook and cranny of the room with a dry broom.

Whatever spider webs or unknown things, wipe them all out.

The room was only cleaned after the sweat had cooled down.

Now it was time to move the new furniture inside, and all I could hear was the incessant sound of "Careful, careful!"

Put everything in its proper place and arrange it neatly.

The newly renovated home brings Yang Jianguo satisfaction and peace of mind.

Life is getting better and better.

I was happy, and it was late at night.

Turning his head to see Yan Jiefang and his sister, whose noses and faces were covered in ash, Yang Jianguo burst into laughter.

"Alright, everyone go back now. Take any old things you like outside."

Upon hearing Yang Jianguo's words, the four siblings ran out of the house overjoyed. "Dad, Brother Jianguo said that we can take whatever we want."

There was no one outside by now, except for Uncle San.

Even though my back ached from standing, I couldn't bear to go back inside to get a stool, afraid that my things would belong to someone else if I left.

He was watching the eyes of Qin Huairu, Second Uncle, and some other people!

Everyone wanted it, but the people of Jianguo ignored them.

Thinking about my decisive decision to call all the boys in the family.

The third uncle was extremely proud of himself!

Upon receiving the news, his face immediately wrinkled up: "I want them all, I want them all."

My back doesn't ache, my legs don't hurt, and I'm about to move the table.

"Ouch." This exertion made my back hurt even more.

"Dad, are you okay?"

"No, no, help me sit down, sit down. My back..."

"Dad, please sit down and rest. Jie Kuang and I will move the things first."

"Yes, yes, let's move everything back first, go on, go on!"

Although the four siblings were tired, the thought that the things were being moved for their own family meant they would have more stools and more cabinet openings in the future.

Feeling happy, I mustered all my energy and walked home.

Inside the house, Yang Jianguo took a washbasin and went outside, intending to fetch water to wash up and go to bed.

This day was just as tiring for him as it was for work.

"Jianguo, if you need anything else to exchange tomorrow, just tell your third uncle. It's just a favor."