Chapter 207: A New Atmosphere

Liang Ladi's shamelessness really had everyone present under control; to deal with shameless people, you need shamelessness, and only then will they listen to reason.

Jia Zhangshi hid in the back without speaking; she still wanted to grow rack vegetables together with Qin Huairu, so she wouldn't have to plant them herself and could just eat them casually, but once they were divided, she'd have to do everything herself.

During this period, she lived alone—needless to say how hard it was; she didn't dare make too many dishes or cook too much porridge, for if she cooked too much, she might run out of food.

She didn't dare eat her fill either, for eating too much might leave her hungry by month's end, since she no longer had Bang Geng in hand to extort money from Yi Zhonghai, and thus lacked the confidence to do so.

Although the several women were unwilling to share the good things they had obtained, under Liang Ladi's shamelessness they had to compromise, otherwise they'd risk having their stalls overturned.

However, another piece of good news is that everyone now has a planting box, which has compensated them greatly.

After receiving her own vegetable rack, Liang Ladi was overjoyed—finally she had her own vegetable rack, something she had envied for a year.

Da Mao was running circles around the rack vegetables in front of his own courtyard.

"Mom, we now have rack vegetables at home."

"From now on we can save a lot of money."

Er Mao had wild ideas.

"If we could also have meat, that would be even better."

After the "seven thousand people," the situation became clearer and life grew more hopeful.

"Getting meat won't be that hard; as long as you behave, I'll buy you meat to eat."

The several children immediately became excited.

"Wow, we have meat, we have meat to eat………"

The children's cheers made Liang Ladi feel a bit bitter; as a woman, being able to raise the children was already good enough—she dared not hope for meat.

Even with the vegetable rack, planting box, and industrial coupons, she still felt uneasy in her heart.

She looked toward the main house ahead with an inexplicable expression.

Sha Zhu often came back with a lunch box, which she had noticed long ago.

Although she now had no trouble raising the several children, wanting to eat well and eat enough was still difficult.

After all, in this household she was the sole breadwinner; if she fell ill or got injured, the family's prospects would be affected.

Recently, because of the harm caused by rumors, the several children had often been bullied.

"A household still needs a man; a home without a man isn't really a home."

She took a deep breath: "Old lady, I've waited for you for several years too, you dead ghost, don't blame me."

"I'm also doing this for your sake, to live better."

After making up her mind, she wanted to find someone in the Mechanical Factory canteen.

The image of a cook appeared in her mind.

"It's a bargain for you, this broken cook."

These are just a little interlude, a small story in the Siheyuan.

Yang Qing looked at the rack vegetables newly set up in the courtyard and realized the season of warm spring and blooming flowers had arrived.

Arriving at the workplace, Wan Ling had already begun busying herself, while Yang Qing sat in his chair, drowsy and eager to sleep.

Wan Ling saw he seemed to have spring lethargy and teased him.

"Brother-in-law, you must have been exhausted yesterday; if you're really sleepy, just go back to sleep—anyway, things are already settled, and there's nothing left to do here."

Yang Qing glanced at her.

"You go on with your work; when the newspaper comes later, call me."

Having said that, he slumped over and fell asleep.

Spring is exactly the time to grow one's brain; one needs more sleep so the brain can develop robustly.

After who knows how long, a burst of arguing woke Yang Qing.

"What gives? Why doesn't my family have a new stove?"

"My family also needs tile; otherwise, refund our money!"

A woman's emotionally charged argument continued without cease.

Wan Ling dealt with it with a cold face.

"Your place had it last year; the tiles were added this year, and even the high-end units had tiles back then—you just didn't want them."

Miao Cuihua simply wouldn't listen to her explanation.

"Either give us a different apartment, or tile ours."

Wan Ling waved her hand.

"All right, all right, Miao Cuihua, stop causing trouble, will you? If you want tiles, go find Master Lei—he handles home renovation."

"Do you know how popular our public housing is now?"

"You keep complaining about this and that; believe it or not, if I let out a word, someone will come to rent it right away."

Miao Cuihua had originally come over just to get them free tiling.

"Really, everyone else has it, but their household doesn't."

"The design of the public housing is indeed excellent, very modern, and indeed very convenient to live in."

"There are a few high-end units with added septic tanks where you can solve all problems at home."

"The new-style housing is popular with young people; nowadays, when getting married, long-term rentals have become the first choice."

"To let such a sought-after housing unit go vacant would be absolutely out of the question."

Wan Ling's words temporarily frightened her; she was stern on the outside but weak within, and she kept shouting.

"If you don't tile our place, it's unacceptable; you're discriminating against us."

Yang Qing was awakened by the noise; hearing the woman's words, he replied in an annoyed tone.

"Miao Cuihua, are you just idle, coming over every day to stir up trouble?"

Wan Ling, she's come again, we've returned her house, she's busy all day, she likes to rent wherever she wants, rent wherever she likes—we won't serve her anymore.

Wan Ling also said resentfully.

Fine, Miao Cuihua, you've seen this too—our Yang brother said that if you're not satisfied, we can only refund your rent.

As soon as refunding the rent was mentioned, Miao Cuihua also got anxious.

Yang Qing, you heartless—last year when the house couldn't be rented, who was renting your place? Now you don't need me anymore, you're starting to despise me, aren't you?

Damn it...

Miao Cuihua, you got the biggest rent discount last year—don't be ungrateful.

No matter how much you fuss and cause trouble, it's useless—what you need, take the money and have Master Lei make it for you.

If you want to come here and cause trouble, I'll give it to you for free—don't even think about it.

Hurry up and leave.

Saying this, Yang Qing waved his hand impatiently to shoo them away.

Miao Cuihua can bully Wan Ling, but facing Yang Qing she really doesn't dare to provoke him—nothing much, it's just because his wife is formidable; messing with her is like playing with a ball.

Hmph, if it weren't for Chen Hong backing you up, Yang Qing, you'd be a wimp—what's so great about you?

Yang Qing heard this, stood up, and laughed.

Heh, Miao Cuihua, am I a wimp? Fine, I'll go practice with Old Zhao later.

Let him know what a man is.

If he can't even do household chores with a woman, always making a fool of himself, is he even a man?

Saying this, Yang Qing walked out.

Miao Cuihua no longer had time to quarrel with Wan Ling.

She hurried after Yang Qing.

Hey, Yang Qing, you're shameless—if you've got the skill, let's practice together; don't go looking for our Old Zhao.

Yang Qing gave a hehe laugh.

This is a matter between men—stand aside.

Seeing that she couldn't intimidate Yang Qing, Miao Cuihua directly backed down.

Yang Qing, you're tough—I concede, but it's still not enough.

You go looking for a man at the slightest provocation—what kind of man are you?

I won't cause trouble anymore, I'm leaving—is that okay?

After saying that, she looked at Yang Qing.

This is called "one thing subdues another."

Old Zhao really does beat his wife—normally he wouldn't, but since Yang Qing beat him, he can only go back and beat Miao Cuihua.

Because Miao Cuihua won't quit, he still has to take a beating.

Supreme Ultimate, Yang Qing also practices it daily, plus the Mad Dog Fist, his combat strength is also quite strong.

Returning to the office, Wan Ling was looking at him with a smiling, squinting gaze.

Brother-in-law, it's still you.

A thumbs-up—top-notch.