Chapter 293

The whip's crackling as it struck the body, and the victim's painful wails, sounded to An Jiahe's ears like a symphony of heavenly sounds.

He really wanted to walk over and have a proper chat about beating techniques with the man who was swinging the whip to discipline some people.

He thought about it.

He extinguished that thought.

Just moved in.

Still better to wait a bit.

He wasn't sure whether this world, which was somewhat similar and somewhat different from what he imagined, had any other transmigrators.

Being cautious is never wrong.

An Jiahe stopped his steps, his gaze falling on Shazhu, who had just returned from outside. If he remembered correctly, this person seemed to be the only official in the siheyuan, the cafeteria director of the Yagangchang, and he waved at Shazhu to greet him.

Looking at An Jiahe returning the greeting, a strange flicker crossed Shazhu's eyes.

He looked up and down.

He looked left and right.

An Jiahe is not a good person.

Exactly what's bad about him.

He couldn't say it right away.

If he had to give a reason, he could only describe it by first impression.

The other person spoke to him, he saw them, he couldn't pretend not to hear, and as a new resident, Shazhu replied.

An Jiahe walked a few steps toward Shazhu, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed Shazhu a filtered cigarette.

Shazhu waved his hand.

"My wife doesn't let me smoke."

An Jiahe paused.

According to his understanding, someone like Shazhu shouldn't be afraid of his wife.

But saying he's afraid of his wife to a neighbor he's only met once or twice after moving in, it must be true.

Man.

Who doesn't care about face?

Shazhu said he was afraid of his wife.

An Jiahe believed him seventy percent.

"Director He, I didn't expect your wife's upbringing to be so strict; she has you, the head cafeteria director, completely under control."

Shazhu earnestly defended: "It's not that I'm afraid of my wife; I feel sorry for her, busy all day making a living and also taking care of the child—feeling sorry is not fear."

Stubborn as a dead duck.

He went on and on.

Still henpecked.

"Director He."

"This isn't the Yagangchang; just call me by my name."

"Isn't that okay?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Fine, then I'll call you by name, Comrade He. I just moved here and don't fully understand the siheyuan's rules—why is there a fight breaking out in the hou yuan for no reason, and the neighbors aren't intervening, nor are the two head stewards stepping in."

So that's the reason.

Liu Haizhong beats his son.

Beating sons is a daily necessity in the siheyuan.

When in a good mood, he beats the second and third sons.

When in a bad mood, the second and third sons still cannot escape a brutal beating.

After the eldest son ran off with his wife, Liu Haizhong took the resentment he suffered from the eldest and vented it even more severely on Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu.

An Jiahe just arrived.

He doesn't know the situation in the siheyuan.

Such questioning is understandable.

"It's like this: the one getting beaten could be Liu Guangtian or Liu Guangfu, or maybe both at once; they are the second and third sons of Head Steward Liu Haizhong; the one beating them is their father, Liu Haizhong. You just arrived and don't know, but over time you'll get used to it—Liu Haizhong almost every day beats his two sons."

Shazhu briefly explained the whole story to An Jiahe.

He turned and went back home.

Yu Li, who was changing the baby's diaper indoors, casually asked a question.

"Head of the household, who were you talking to outside?"

"The newly moved-in An Jiahe." Shazhu suddenly recalled his bad impression of An Jiahe, and whispered a reminder to Yu Li: "Wife, as for that An Jiahe across the way, just get along on the surface."

The implication is that one should not get too close.

Always feeling something is off.

Yu Li glanced at Shazhu.

He took the just-diaper-changed Weiguo.

Stuffed it into Shazhu's hand.

"I'm not judging by appearance; I just feel this person seems to have something wrong inside."

He pointed with his finger at his head.

"You think they're not good, the Hou Yuan Jia Family, initially trying to curry favor with Qin Huairu, then switching to Jia Zhangshi."

Shazhu shook his head speechlessly.

This period of time.

Jia Zhangshi's daily habit of seeking work and Qin Huairu's divine operation of not slacking off in the steel plant made Shazhu feel that the Jia family mother‑in‑law and daughter‑in‑law might reform.

Now it seems.

Clearly Shazhu overestimated the Jia family mother‑in‑law and daughter‑in‑law.

Also.

When does a dog stop eating feces?

Regarding the Jia family mother‑in‑law and daughter‑in‑law repeatedly visiting An Jiahe's home, besides scheming, is there any other explanation?

No.

This time.

The Jia family mother‑in‑law and daughter‑in‑law misjudged; that gentle‑looking An Jiahe, if he really went berserk, Shazhu, nicknamed the Siheyuan War God, would surely not be his match.

Scheming against An Jiahe.

I guess the scheming has hit an iron plate.

Surely there will be no good days.

"Don't worry about them, just live our own lives well; by the way, keep an eye on Liu Jianguo a little."

Yu Li looked at Shazhu, puzzled.

Saying An Jiahe has a brain problem, the two families shouldn't get close.

From a safety standpoint, it can barely be explained.

Liu Jianguo is public security.

What does Shazhu mean by telling Yu Li to pay more attention to Liu Jianguo?

"Are you seeing someone outside and preparing for me to make room for her?"

"Yes yes yes, I've found a heavenly beauty outside and need you to make room for her."

Yu Li gave Shazhu a good once‑over.

She snorted with laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Just you?" Yu Li said with a look of disdain toward Shazhu, "A heavenly beauty? Only I could look up to you, and yet you call yourself a great beauty, beautiful you."

"I'm not telling you anymore; just pay more attention and be on your guard."

Shazhu, who raised his sister like a daughter.

Facing Liu Jianguo.

He always felt like his own cabbage was being eyed by a pig.

Thinking back, in his previous life He Yushui's husband was exactly a patrol officer named Liu Jianguo.

He had a headache.

In Shazhu's mind, Liu Jianguo's moving into the Siheyuan wasn't for any other reason; it was heaven matching He Yushui and Liu Jianguo.

"Who says I don't know? With your little tricks, you might fool others but not me; you're just worried that young, well‑employed Liu Jianguo will steal He Yushui away."

Yu Li poked Shazhu's forehead with her finger.

"You really treat He Yushui like a daughter?"

Shazhu bit his lip with his teeth.

When he was seven years old.

He Daqing ran off with a widow, leaving sixteen‑year‑old Shazhu and tearful He Yushui; the siblings depended on each other.

"Even if you raise He Yushui like a daughter, when she grows up she'll have to marry; you can't look after her forever, you're over ten years older than her, so you'll go ahead first—you can't leave her alone in the world."

"Boring."

"Who isn't bored?" Yu Li became interested and said to Shazhu, "In my eyes, Liu Jianguo and our He Yushui are a match made in heaven; if you disagree, I'll recommend our sister Haitang to him, so don't regret it later."