Chapter 264: Second Aunt Wants to Renovate

Chen Hong entered the room holding a flower-patterned cotton coat, while He Yushui was still watching the child.

At noon, He Yuzhu's daughter got hungry, and it was still Chen Hong who fed her milk.

He Yuzhu and his wife still haven't come back by now, and they aren't afraid their daughter will go hungry.

When Chen Hong handed the cotton coat to He Yushui, He Yushui was a bit dazed.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing? I don't want it."

Chen Hong forcibly stuffed it to her.

"This is from your sister-in-law Xiao E; she has many cotton coats, and she no longer wears this old one."

He Yushui still shook her head.

"Then I can't take it either; this cotton coat is too precious."

The old lady watched the two of them tugging back and forth, endlessly, and spoke up.

"Take it; keep this favor in your heart. When you go back and your brother asks, just say I gave it to you."

The old lady still had quite an air of authority.

He Yushui eventually put on the flower-patterned cotton coat.

She just slapped that dirty coat.

Finally, Chen Hong took He Yushui's old cotton coat into the room and tore it apart.

Yang Qing had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he went out for a stroll; when he reached the back courtyard, Second Aunt pulled him aside.

"Yang Qing, come over a moment; I have something to ask you."

Second Aunt looked furtive, as if she were about to do something bad.

He entered Second Uncle's house; no one was home, probably they all went out to play.

Second Aunt also politely poured tea for Yang Qing.

Yang Qing didn't really want to haggle with her, so he asked directly.

"Second Aunt, do you have something you want to tell me?"

Second Aunt nodded embarrassedly.

"It's like this; earlier you asked us whether we wanted to renovate the house, didn't you?"

"I want to do it when spring comes; can you arrange it for us?"

Yang Qing, now having business, laughed.

"This is a good thing; renovate a bit, and living will be more comfortable."

"This matter, I'll arrange it for you at the start of the year; I'll make sure it turns out spacious and bright."

Second Aunt sighed.

"It's like this; I heard Liang Ladi also wants to renovate her house at the start of the year; can you arrange for us to be done together?"

Yang Qing looked over doubtfully.

Second Aunt explained.

"It's not that we're afraid of a showy renovation causing a bad impression; we're using Liang Ladi's renovation as a cover."

Yang Qing roughly understood: this is because Liu Hai Zhong fears the news getting out, which would look bad and delay his official career.

Don't look at his inability as an official; nevertheless, he puts on quite a show.

He acts as if others would care about him.

Now it seems Liu Guang Qi hasn't returned again, making them anxious, and that's when they recalled what Yang Qing had said before.

They wanted to use the house to lure him back.

They have been disappointed year after year, so they can only resort to treating a dead horse as if it were alive.

"Alright, I'll take care of this matter for you."

After saying that, Yang Qing took his leave.

He really had nothing to talk about with a woman.

After bidding farewell to Second Aunt, Yang Qing arrived at the main courtyard; Qin Huairu was doing a big cleaning, her head wrapped in a scarf, covered in dust.

Bang Geng and Xiao Dang were also helping.

Yang Qing gave a greeting and then walked out.

Qin Huairu glanced at Yang Qing's back and was momentarily stunned.

Seizing the opportunity, Jia Zhangshi snapped back.

"Look, keep looking, and if you keep looking it'll grow on your eyes."

"If I'd known you were interested in him, you'd be a shameless thing that doesn't observe womanly virtue."

Qin Huairu chuckled.

"Mom, Yang Qing is a man; after hearing that, could that little daughter-in-law not have any thoughts?"

"As long as I'm shameless, you can't hurt me."

Seeing Qin Huairu's reckless, despairing attitude, Jia Zhangshi was left speechless.

"I'll go to the street office and accuse you of illicit relations."

Qin Huairu reached out her hand.

"Go, hurry up, go see if the street office is on holiday."

"I wonder if that's even illegal? The control is really broad."

Jia Zhangshi felt a pang in her chest; the shameless Qin Huairu already had a sense of invincibility.

"You shameless thing!"

"Mom, do you want face? Two-ply face?"

………

Bang Geng watched his grandmother and mother argue, speaking softly.

"Grandma, Mom, can you stop arguing?"

"Mom, let's do the household chores quickly; if we don't do the household chores, by nightfall we won't finish the household chores."

Qin Huairu finally let Jia Zhangshi go.

She also felt uneasy; Jia Zhangshi restricted her tightly.

To be honest, making her guard Jia Dongxu for a lifetime? She really can't stand it.

She's a normal woman, after all; how can a cold, lifeless toy compare to something warm and lively?

Jia Zhangshi's restrictions on her made her become increasingly somewhat wicked.

The fire in her heart blazed hot.

And it burned ever brighter.

Qin Huairu returned home, suppressed her throbbing heart, and couldn't help but mutter.

"It's all Liang Ladi's fault; originally, everyone guarding together didn't feel so hard to endure."

Ever since Liang Ladi brought Nan Yi over for a visit, her heart has been unsettled.

"And Chen Hong, who let you show off? Then don't blame me for striking."

She seemed to have made up her mind.

At that moment, her gaze changed.

Yang Qing didn't know about this wicked development.

"Rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrow; he truly lacks the guts."

"The washboard—although he doesn't often kneel, he does have that."

Leaving the compound, from time to time the sound of firecrackers came from the street, all kids playing.

Some people also lit mouse droppings and sparklers, a bunch of kids gathered around, it was incredibly lively.

Yang Qing shouted at the little brat who was using incense to poke mouse droppings on his hand.

"Hey, put it on the ground and light it; yesterday a kid on the street ahead used his hand to light a sparkler, blew his hand off, and now he has no hand."

The little brat wasn't afraid of Yang Qing at all, poking the mouse droppings on his own hand and then throwing them at Yang Qing.

"Mind your own business, who do you think you are?"

Yang Qing shook his head.

"Good words can't persuade a damned ghost; forget it, let them be."

Yang Qing stopped advising this brat; the brat even thought he was scared and chased him, throwing things.

"Blow you up, blow you up."

Yang Qing ran even faster; such people shouldn't be engaged with—let him continue being arrogant, for the proud will eventually meet their downfall.

Yang Qing hadn't gone far when he heard a miserable scream.

Sometimes karma comes that fast—holding a handful of mouse droppings and still poking them with incense on his hand; this kind of play is hardly different from seeking death.

(Many people have burned their hands playing like this.)

Yang Qing didn't look back; mouse droppings don't explode, they just release a lot of heat instantly—this child's hand will likely be left with a big scar.

This lesson can last a lifetime.

Thinking of this, Yang Qing chuckled, his steps lightened.

Upon reaching Wangfujing, it began to get lively.

People came in crowds—there were monkey performers, people playing melon-seed guessing games, people doing acrobatics…

(Guessing melon seeds is an old scam; skilled people have quick hands so you can't notice, while unskilled ones use tricks, hiding magnets in their hands.)

In short, it was very lively.

In this lively crowd, there were also all sorts of people from every walk of life.

Pickpocketing is currently the most promising profession, and the New Year is also the best time for this group to generate performance.

Along the way, Yang Qing encountered several of them.

One even touched him, and he kicked him far away.

Yang Qing also wasn't afraid of retaliation, because there were quite a few patrolling police at that time.

They wore dark-blue uniforms, namely the Type 59, with a utility belt around the waist and a pistol on the belt.

If they dared to gather for revenge, the police would just fire two bang-bang shots.

Nowadays it's not like after the 80s and 90s; these people are all mice—whoever dares to be arrogant will meet an iron fist.