Chapter 6

Leaving the Jiedao office, Chen Hong kept staring at Yang Qing.

"You're giving me the hukou? Aren't you afraid I'll kick you?"

"By then, how will you survive?"

Yang Qing lifted his head and glanced at her.

"I'm good at judging people; you're not that kind of person."

To be honest, he has no basis; he's gambling, betting that people's hearts are pure now.

Especially those who reached adulthood after the founding.

Most people are kind.

If he fails, he'll go to the countryside, aiming to go before 1966; that would also be a way to survive.

Outside, no one knows him; he should be able to scrape by.

Chen Hong burst out laughing.

"I'm not that kind of person? I'm a refugee; I've seen countless cruel things along the way and still survived."

"What do you think I should be like?"

"And don't forget, your background is bad; for the future, I should also kick you out."

Yang Qing lowered his head and also gave a heh.

"Kick me then; do you think this hukou is useful in my hands?"

"Even the grain rations aren't free from scheming."

"At least I've had a wife, so I've known what it's like to have a family."

Chen Hong felt a pang; those who have walked through deep waters can empathize most.

Things of a kind feel each other's pain; how different is she now from Yang Qing?

They're just comrades in misfortune; let's talk about everything later.

Marry a man, marry a man, wear clothes and eat; if what he says is true and it can get a job, then keep him.

If it can't be exchanged and life becomes impossible, then still kick him; everything is for survival, but given this guy's ability, he probably won't starve to death.

As long as we can get by, I won't kick you.

If things improve, I'll bear you children.

Yang Qing smiled upon hearing that.

Then you won't be able to kick me.

Has he been living in vain these years? He's figured out every corner of Jingcheng, inside and out.

With Chen Hong as a shield, he dares to do many things; supporting her isn't too hard.

Before, his identity was too sensitive; a single mistake would get him expelled.

In recent years, many people with sensitive identities have become thorns in others' eyes.

The more special the period, the more one must shrink back; the bold often lose their families, go bankrupt, and some even lose their lives.

Now that the family has an honor plaque, there are fewer taboos.

The couple returned all the way to the Siheyuan.

San Da Ma had anticipated their return, opened the door and stepped out.

Yang Qing, who is this person? Don't bring strangers into the courtyard; if things go missing, can you afford to pay?

Chen Hong's face darkened at the words; what nonsense.

Yang Qing didn't shrink back as before; instead he lifted his head and introduced.

This is my wife, Chen Hong, introduced by Director Wang; we just got the certificate yesterday.

Indeed, San Da Ma wasn't foolish; seeing Chen Hong holding a quilt and Yang Qing holding a paper box, she understood he had really taken a wife.

Yo, you've taken a wife.

She sized up Chen Hong without restraint, her mouth never stopping.

Yang Qing, you've brought back a bamboo pole; when are you planning to hold the wedding feast?

Chen Hong almost lashed out in anger.

Yang Qing hurriedly stopped her; arguing with such people is futile, and most importantly, his wife hasn't recovered.

San Da Ma, my wife is a Martyr's Family; watch your mouth—insulting a Martyr's Family is a serious offense.

San Da Ma was stunned by the words.

Ah……

Martyr's Family? Hmph.

She turned her head and went back.

One must say San Da Ye's household keeps good accounts and is adept at reading the situation.

Past the Huaimen, Jia Zhangshi unexpectedly did not come out.

Yang Qing, to avoid trouble, didn't linger and headed straight for the rear courtyard.

From the three‑gate courtyard to the rear, scattered snow was strewn everywhere; Yang Qing thus understood why he hadn't seen Jia Zhangshi in the second gate courtyard.

Jia Zhangshi had already rushed to his house with the children.

Yang Qing gave Chen Hong a look and spoke softly.

Listen to the commotion; that filthy woman probably went to our place—be careful.

Chen Hong nodded.

Smash him, yes smash him—Bang Geng is awesome.

Xiao Dang, you good‑for‑nothing, help your brother block him.

Jia Zhangshi's distinctive voice reached Yang Qing's ears.

As soon as they entered Houzhaofang, Yang Qing saw a group of children having a snowball fight in his courtyard.

In the chaos, snowballs were constantly thrown at his house.

Occasionally, the sound of glass breaking could be heard.

Seeing this, Yang Qing was almost furious.

"Jia Zhangshi, destroying other people's houses—are you trying to get Bang Geng into the juvenile detention center?"

"And you all—are you trying to get into the juvenile detention center?"

The children, upon hearing that, ignored him, continued playing their own games, and even got more enthusiastic.

Instead, Jia Zhangshi acted as if they were a thug.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? Kids playing and accidentally breaking glass—how normal is that?"

"I'm not talking about you; whose bamboo pole is this, and who let you bring outsiders into the courtyard?"

"You're bold, today even a senior will launch a critique against you; you've turned the heavens upside down and still…"

Chen Hong could no longer endure.

"I'm Yang Qing's wife; do I need your permission to return to my home? Who do you think you are?"

While saying that, she grabbed a blanket and rushed toward a group of little brats, colliding with several along the way.

Especially Bang Geng, who was struck by a dog chewing poop.

"Who, who hit the little master?"

Jia Zhangshi, seeing this, lunged forward with teeth bared and claws out.

"How dare you hit my obedient grandson, I'll tear your face apart."

Jia Zhangshi moved like an agile meatball, charging straight ahead.

Chen Hong, as if foreseeing it, spun a step and flashed, dodging away; Jia Zhangshi couldn't finish the turn in time, slipped, and charged at Bang Geng and some children behind Bang Geng.

It was like a bowling ball; instantly, people were knocked over in a heap.

In an instant, cries and shouts rose everywhere.

Especially Bang Geng, who was pinned under Jia Zhangshi, slid far away.

The cries attracted others as well.

"What's wrong, what's wrong…"

Jia Zhangshi, seeing this, immediately started crying and shouting.

"This little whore hits people, doesn't spare children or the elderly."

At this moment, Yang Qing placed the paper shell inside the house and walked out.

"Whore, who are you insulting?"

"Whore, you insult her—how? Yang Qing, you're finished; beating elders and children, this courtyard can't accommodate you."

Chen Hong let out a sharp laugh.

"You're impressive, you can turn black into white."

"Look at the marks on the ground—could they have been made by me?"

"Clearly it was that old woman, seeing her grandson lose the snowball fight, shamelessly beating the children, and then framing me."

"Anyone with eyes can see clearly, right?"

When everyone looked, indeed, Jia Zhangshi's footprints and scratches were crystal clear.

"Jia Zhangshi, you've gone too far; you bully even the children."

"Exactly, exactly. Usually you act rowdy and tumble; we don't give you ordinary insight, but you dared to hit our children, today we will give you a proper lesson."

A group of little brats, knowing nothing, only realized that Jia Zhangshi had collided with them.

They also went "ah‑ya, ah‑ya" in protest.

"It hurts so much, Aunt Jia hit me so hard!"

The case is solved.