Chapter 283: I'll Hang Out with You from Now On

Li Xuewu was led inside by Ding Wanqiu, and only then did he see the general scale of this house.

This was just the middle courtyard; this was just the front courtyard of the middle courtyard.

In the bathroom of the wing room, several people were soaking in the same pool.

Why else would this family be impressive? They had a bathhouse in their own home—isn't that amazing?

"Hehe, this was the place where the men of the family used to bathe. The fellow apprentices would practice until they were covered in sweat and would all like to soak in the bath."

Li Xuewu stood up and looked toward the back courtyard, seeing the vegetation withered and covered in white snow—a scene of winter.

"That's our garden. Because I live alone, it's not well-maintained and has already become dilapidated."

Li Xuewu smiled and nodded in understanding: "One person, after all, has limited energy."

Because Banggeng was there, constantly asking about wrestling, Master Ding answered from time to time, but mostly Zhou Changli was joking around with Banggeng.

Li Xuewu also chimed in from time to time, giving Master Ding face and no longer bothering with this little punk.

"Bare-chested on the upper body, wearing a 'dantiao' made of eleven layers of cloth; wearing a pair of crotch-rolling pants on the lower body, and must tie leg straps; waist tied with a camel hair center belt; feet wearing 'mantis belly' boots. Standing on the wrestling field like this, hey! What majesty!"

Banggeng hated people bragging the most.

Hearing Zhou Changli reciting the lines, he immediately came out with: "Didn't Grandpa Ding just say it was for begging? What majesty?"

"Ahem~!"

This sentence completely drained Zhou Changli, and even Ding Wanqiu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Who said it was for begging?!!!"

Seeing Zhou Changli was serious, Master Ding smiled and said: "It is for begging. Performing on the streets is not much different from begging; neither produces anything."

Hearing Master Ding say this, Li Xuewu wanted to ask.

"If you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have remembered. The wrestling I saw at Tianqiao when I was young was very beautiful, so why can't we wrestle that effect?"

"Hahahahaha."

Master Ding looked at his nephew and said: "That's because my nephew didn't handle it well, hahaha."

Zhou Changli no longer bothered with the unlucky child with the big fat face, but said somewhat unconvinced: "Those that look beautiful are just fooling people."

Master Ding nodded: "The wrestling in the past was divided into 'sharp' and 'fishy'."

"The so-called 'sharp' is when wrestlers truly wrestle; 'fishy,' also called 'inside fishy,' is fake wrestling, which belongs to performance wrestling."

"This kind of wrestling is crisp, handsome, and beautiful. The wrestlers cooperate with each other, which is very good to watch. What you saw should be this kind."

"Generally, this kind of wrestling is done on the ground to earn money."

"Another situation is when an old and highly respected wrestler takes the field, the young wrestlers have to cooperate and wrestle 'inside fishy'."

"There are two reasons: one is to show the old wrestler's exquisite skills and heroic spirit, and the other is to prevent accidental injury to the old man."

The few chatted for a while, and after they were done, they put on their clothes.

"Let's go, I'm treating today, let's go to a restaurant."

Ding Wanqiu waved his hand with a smile, telling Li Xuewu they were going to a restaurant.

Li Xuewu knew he was definitely being treated today, so he smiled and accepted politely.

Three adults and one child found a mutton restaurant in the alley at the entrance of Master Ding's house.

This wasn't private; it was also collectively supplied.

Because it was at the entrance of Master Ding's house, they all walked there.

After entering the door, Li Xuewu discovered that this shop was converted from the back room of a courtyard house, the same thing as the back room in his own house.

This style belongs to front-shop-back-courtyard, which is convenient for business.

"Yo, Master Ding, friends today?"

Master Ding smiled and nodded at the shop assistant: "Friends are here. Please give us a clear soup pot, another seven jin of mutton, and all the side dishes."

"Got it~ Master Ding, please come in! Everyone, please come in!"

Li Xuewu followed Master Ding inside and sat at a square table near the inside.

"This mutton pot isn't as famous as Donglaishun, but taste this flavor—hey, it's authentic grassland mutton."

After Master Ding sat down, he began to introduce the shop he was treating them to.

Li Xuewu looked at the shop assistant greeting guests and felt the flavor was quite different from other places.

"This assistant is not bad!"

Master Ding smiled and looked at the assistant going to the back kitchen to fetch the pot: "This place used to be their family's shop. Later, it became a joint venture. His father used to be the shopkeeper, and he learned to run the hall, but... his father passed away, so he could only run the hall."

Li Xuewu didn't express an opinion on this; he wasn't qualified enough.

Master Ding said something instead.

"Their cook hasn't changed, the flavor is still the same flavor; this shop is still considered good."

"Hmm, hmm."

Li Xuewu signaled the assistant to bring the pot over, and Master Ding stopped talking.

Banggeng was eating at a restaurant for the first time and was very curious about the bustle in the room, looking left and right.

Zhou Changli helped them get chopsticks and bowls.

"Full turn~~~"

He saw the assistant from just now bring a copper pot and place it in the center of the table, then said: "Got it~ You guys wait a moment; the meat is already sliced. I'll give you the soup pot first to taste the freshness."

After speaking, he nodded politely to them and went back to work.

Li Xuewu took the bowl and chopsticks handed by Zhou Changli and thanked him, which relieved Zhou Changli.

He was truly afraid Li Xuewu would be serious with him. He was so young; if he fought with Li Xuewu, hey.

"In the past, our family often ordered pots from here to eat at home. Now it's not possible; we can't take them out."

Looking at Master Ding's regretful look, Li Xuewu smiled and said: "Everyone is equal now."

"Hehehe."

Master Ding didn't show any dissatisfaction.

That's right, what else is there to be dissatisfied about now? They were so poor they only had a big house with 300 rooms left—what else is there to say?

The service in this shop was quite unique; the assistant brought a tray and matched the dipping sauces according to everyone's needs.

When he left, he said to call him if they needed more sauce.

The copper hot pot bubbled with fragrance, and Li Xuewu looked at the bottom of the pot; it was truly clear soup, and he could see the bottom.

There was no residue, it was milky white, and only white onion and ginger slices floated in the soup.

"See the difference, hehe."

Ding Wanqiu smiled and introduced: "Their soup is boiled first and then brought up to boil. It's all beef bone soup, very fresh. You can drink the soup before dipping the meat."

Sure enough, just as Master Ding finished speaking, the assistant walked over with a copper pot.

He first scooped a spoonful of boiling beef bone soup into each of their bowls, then used the copper pot to add some white soup to the pot.

"Taste it."

Master Ding signaled Li Xuewu and Banggeng.

This assistant had a good eye, knowing they were first-timers and also the main customers brought by Master Ding.

"Our beef bone soup is boiled all night. The cook is also an old master in the family. Please taste it."

Li Xuewu tasted a mouthful, and before he could speak, Banggeng, who was sitting on the side, spoke first.

"This soup is delicious!"

"Hehehe."

"Hahaha."

The assistant was praised and laughed a few times, then went to the back to bring the dishes.

Li Xuewu put down the spoon and smiled: "The most precious thing in our Beijing is these flavors hidden in the alleys."

"I've heard this more than once. It seems you're a foodie too."

"Hahahahaha."

Li Xuewu smiled: "After I came back, I went to Donglaishun. How should I put it? It's authentic, but that big restaurant just doesn't have the flavor of this small shop."

Master Ding smiled and replied: "I call this the flavor of the doorstep."

"Hehehe."

Li Xuewu nodded in agreement: "I understand. It's that relaxed feeling of strolling over, and the unrestrained flavor of strolling back after eating."

As the two were talking, the assistant brought over a three-layer tower tray, with meat piled on each layer.

"I heard you mention Donglaishun. Our shop is a bit different; our meat isn't separated by position, but it's neatly arranged, and the knife work isn't bad. Take a look."

Perhaps hearing what Li Xuewu said, the assistant introduced their shop's specialty after putting down the tray.

Banggeng was surprised to see so much meat brought up. This... can they finish eating this?

After the assistant finished introducing, he brought up cabbage, wood ear mushrooms, frozen tofu, and other side dishes one after another.

When the dishes were all served, he brought over the wine pot that Li Xuewu and the others had warmed up at the counter when they first entered, and filled a cup for each of the three.

"Master Ding, the wine is warmed here. Call me if you need more."

"You've worked hard."

"You're too polite."

After saying these two sentences, the assistant didn't come to this side again.

This was the first time Li Xuewu had encountered such good service since he came back; even Wangfujing couldn't compare.

Thinking about it, only the hot pot restaurant that became famous for its service in later generations could compare.

"Come, meeting by chance from a thousand miles away, not meeting if not destined. We are destined, let's have one."

Seeing Master Ding toast first, Li Xuewu picked up his cup, touched it with Master Ding and Zhou Changli, and drank it in one gulp.

Letting Zhou Changli fill the wine, Li Xuewu dipped the mutton in the pot for a few seconds, then placed it in the dish in front of Banggeng.

"Dip it like this, then put it in the dish, and then dip it in the sauce in the bowl to eat."

"Thank you, Wu Shu."

"Hmm."

Li Xuewu nodded and stopped worrying about the fat boy.

Banggeng's politeness and manners were cultivated by Li Xuewu's subtle influence.

Hmm, Li Xuewu had always said, including to Qin Huairu, that you have to reason with children.

This "reason" can't just be held in your hand and not used; you have to let the child see it, hear the sound, and feel the pain on their body.

It doesn't take long to cultivate a child's habits; ten days or half a month is enough to teach them.

If you can't teach them, it must be because you didn't teach them ruthlessly enough.

Let him sweep the courtyard for a few months, see the various eye-rolls from people in the courtyard, and he'll understand all the manners.

Children don't understand things because parents hold their heads too high.

Let the child lower their head, and they'll see the word "manners" right under their feet.

"Brother Ding, I toast you a cup, thank you for your help last time, and thank you for teaching me so much martial arts today."

"Hahaha."

Li Xuewu's toast made Ding Wanqiu very happy, and he politely touched cups with Li Xuewu and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

"Eat meat, this mutton is fragrant."

Li Xuewu tasted it; although it wasn't cut by position, the overall meat flavor wasn't bad at all, and it had the fragrance of grassland mutton.

Zhou Changli also toasted Li Xuewu under Ding Wanqiu's signal.

Li Xuewu drank it too, which was considered turning the page on the previous matter.

Ding Wanqiu also took the opportunity to say a few words of reconciliation, nothing more than martial arts practitioners having urgent tempers, and because his nephew's family was in difficulty, he mixed into this line of work, and his actions were not very proper, so please forgive him.

Thinking of the upcoming action, Li Xuewu asked inadvertently: "Do you know who is the best at Jiaodaokou and Beixinqiao?"

"This..."

Li Xuewu's question stunned Zhou Changli, and he immediately looked at Ding Wanqiu.

Ding Wanqiu looked at Li Xuewu's expression and said: "What year is it now? You're not a child anymore, and you know what kind of world it is now. Do you think there's a way out for ruffians?"

Ding Wanqiu said this and didn't say more. He wasn't a street ruffian; he waded into this muddy water entirely for the sake of his sect's righteousness.

Resolving personal grievances was fine, but he didn't want to get involved in the messy affairs of the neighborhood office—that was like jumping into a mud pit while wearing new shoes.

Li Xuewu didn't look at Zhou Changli, but dipped the mutton to eat.

Banggeng didn't pay attention to the conversation of the three, only caring about opening his mouth to eat the mutton.

This was truly Banggeng's first time eating hot pot, and his first time eating meat so heartily—and it was mutton.

If he went out to brag, no one would believe him.

Zhou Changli thought for a while and said: "I'm not too familiar with that side. If you want to know, I can ask for you."

"Hehehe."

Li Xuewu smiled and said: "It's nothing, just asking casually. Don't ask."

As he spoke, Li Xuewu picked up his cup and touched it with Zhou Changli.

Originally, after answering Li Xuewu's question, Zhou Changli thought Li Xuewu would say something unpleasant.

He didn't expect Li Xuewu to be so understanding of his difficulties.

"I toast you!"

Li Xuewu waved his hand and said: "Don't be polite, sit down, sit down and drink, hehe."

Hearing Li Xuewu's laughter, Banggeng, who was stuffing meat into his mouth, suddenly raised his head to look at Li Xuewu.

Wu Shu's laugh wasn't a good laugh.

Li Xuewu dipped a piece of cabbage and placed it in the dish in front of Banggeng.

"A hundred dishes aren't as good as cabbage. Don't just eat meat; your stomach doesn't have much oil, so eating too much is hard to digest."

"Got it, Wu Shu."

Banggeng was very obedient in front of Li Xuewu, especially after hearing Li Xuewu's laugh.

Ding Wanqiu sighed in his heart; after all, he wasn't his own apprentice, so he couldn't manage too much.

The master leads you to the door, but the practice depends on the individual.

Who is this in front of him?

This is the limit of what someone mixing in the neighborhood can reach; isn't it just the rope for a small ruffian to escape the sea of bitterness?

This Li Xuewu had handed the end of the rope over for his sake, and his nephew had sent the end of the rope back.

It would be hard to get this opportunity again.

Why else would the emperor not be anxious while the eunuch is? Being anxious was useless.

Zhou Changli was thinking about the righteousness of the underworld and brotherly affection, never thinking about climbing up by stepping on the heads of the tough guys.

Even if it was someone he didn't know, or someone he didn't have a good relationship with, he wouldn't step on them.

This is the persistence of a small person, and also the persistence of a young man.

Li Xuewu understood this, and also understood it.

But understanding is understanding; Li Xuewu is in this line of work and wouldn't tolerate these people doing evil.

Since Zhou Changli wasn't willing to talk, Li Xuewu wouldn't force him, after all, he had accompanied him to practice wrestling for a while today.

And with Master Ding here, how could he have a cold face at the dinner table?

Without the butcher Zhang, can't you eat a pig with hair?

Li Xuewu still had butcher Shen and butcher Duan.

(Shen Fang: "......")

(Duan Youting: "......")

Seeing his nephew not cooperating, Ding Wanqiu changed the topic and started chatting about current events.

This was what he was more concerned about, because he also read newspapers and could already see some things that were not right from the newspapers.

But he was a martial artist, and his culture was only so much; he could talk about practicing martial arts for three days and three nights, but he couldn't analyze current events.

But this trend seemed quite fierce.

Ding Wanqiu had been disciplined many times, so naturally, he was afraid.

More importantly, he was sensitive, and any movement would make him suspicious.

This time he was truly sensitive, but Li Xuewu didn't dare say it.

He had to think before saying anything even to Dong Wenxue; could he say this to Ding Wanqiu?

But eating someone's food makes you soft; Li Xuewu also gave a reminder.

"Do good deeds, don't ask about the future."

"Got it, I toast you, let's keep in touch from now on."

"Hehehe, Brother Ding, we'll see."

The two talked like this, one sentence after another, saying everything implicitly.

By the time Banggeng was full, he realized the wine on this side was finished.

The three uncles were all eating meat.

Three big men, and all martial arts practitioners—two jin of meat each really wasn't much.

After eating until the side dishes were finished, the three put down their chopsticks.

Ding Wanqiu went to pay the bill first; Li Xuewu knew without going that this meal had truly cost Ding Wanqiu a lot.

Otherwise, Li Xuewu wouldn't have said so much.

After putting on their clothes and hats, they greeted the assistant and the four of them went out.

Strolling to the entrance of Master Ding's house, Li Xuewu didn't enter the courtyard again, cupped his hands to say goodbye to Master Ding.

He started the car and took the big fat cat with the bulging stomach back.

When he came out, Li Xuewu looked at his watch; it was just past seven.

On the way, Banggeng was perhaps full and didn't want to talk, and Li Xuewu didn't mind.

When they reached the west courtyard and parked the car, Li Xuewu walked back with Banggeng.

Banggeng suddenly said to Li Xuewu: "Wu Shu, I'll hang out with you from now on."

Li Xuewu looked at the big eyes reflecting the light from the back room in the dark and asked: "Why do you want to hang out with me?"

Banggeng touched his stomach and said: "You're too impressive, life is too fun. If only I could be as impressive as you."

As he spoke, Banggeng looked up at Li Xuewu and pointed to the back room: "Wu Shu, just let me join your gang."

"Hehehe."

Li Xuewu rubbed Banggeng's big fat face and said: "You won't be able to join if you don't finish school."

"Why?"

The big fat cat looked up and said: "I can work too, I'm willing to pedal a tricycle..."

"Hehehe."

Li Xuewu smiled and said: "As long as you finish your current books, you won't be unable to distinguish between a gang and a team."

"Uh..."

The big fat cat was pinched on the face by Li Xuewu, his mouth wide open, and he was seen by Qin Huairu, who had come out to pick up Banggeng after hearing the car.

"Caused trouble for your Wu Shu again?"

Qin Huairu didn't say it angrily, but looked at the interaction between Banggeng and Li Xuewu with a smile.

She had heard what the two said just now from outside the second gate.

"Mom."

Banggeng hurried two steps, threw himself into his mother's arms, and said excitedly: "Wu Shu took me wrestling, and we ate hot pot, mutton, piled this high."

Looking at her son's excited expression, Qin Huairu nodded with a smile, then said to Li Xuewu, who was about to walk to the back room indifferently: "Thank you today."

Li Xuewu looked back at Qin Huairu and, seeing her smiling at him, replied: "Why be polite? Take him back; he's covered in sweat, and although he was hiding in the back seat, there was still wind, so don't let him catch a cold."

"Okay."

Qin Huairu agreed and took Banggeng home.

The big fat cat was still thinking about the back room gang.

He had originally planned to follow Li Xuewu to the back room for a while to discuss the future development goals of the gang, but was dragged home by Qin Huairu.

As soon as he entered the house, Banggeng started babbling about where Li Xuewu had taken him to play this afternoon.

"That gate, that big house, that person..."

He talked about wrestling, about bathing, about mutton hot pot.

The point was that he made Xiaodang and Huaihua drool by talking about how much mutton there was and how delicious the soup was.

Jia Zhangshi looked at her grandson's excited appearance and knew this wild horse couldn't be tied up.

"Did Li Xuewu really take you to eat meat? And it was mutton?"

Seeing his grandmother didn't believe him, Banggeng was anxious and used his hand to gesture the height of the mutton plate: "Isn't it? Piled this high with mutton, I was so full I couldn't eat anymore."

Smelling the mutton on Banggeng, Qin Huairu and her mother-in-law both knew the child was telling the truth.

Jia Zhangshi looked at Qin Huairu unobtrusively.

The meaning was still the same as this afternoon: what does Li Xuewu want?

Qin Huairu didn't mind and helped Banggeng take off his cotton coat.

Looking at the oil spots on the lapel of his inner clothes, she said: "Couldn't you have caught it? Look at these oil spots, how can I wash them?"

As she spoke, she pulled off Banggeng's clothes, prepared to wash them with water immediately, afraid they wouldn't wash off if left too long.

"Leave it there, I'll wash it. You go to sleep early too; you have to go to work tomorrow."

Jia Zhangshi took the clothes from Qin Huairu's hands, took the hot water from the stove, and sat by Banggeng's bed to wash them.

Seeing her mother-in-law proactively helping to wash clothes, Qin Huairu took the two girls, Xiaodang and Huaihua, to the inner room to sleep first.

As for Huaihua's suggestion that she wanted to eat mutton, Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi both pretended not to hear.

They couldn't even eat pork, let alone mutton. Do they really think they are section chiefs?

Even section chiefs don't dare eat like Li Xuewu.

After scrubbing for a while, seeing Qin Huairu lying down in the inner room, Jia Zhangshi asked Banggeng, who was still sitting on the bed hiccuping: "Did Li Xuewu pay for it?"

Banggeng shook his head and said: "It was that Grandpa Ding who treated us. It seems there was some matter, I didn't listen, just cared about eating meat, hiccup~."

He even hiccuped as he spoke.

Jia Zhangshi poured a cup of hot water for Banggeng: "Drink more water, your stomach is going to be uncomfortable today."

She had seen starving ghosts before.

They were people begging on the street or homeless, who had been hungry for too long, and after suddenly eating a full meal, they just lay on the ground and died.

Banggeng wouldn't go that far, but his stomach didn't often see oil, so eating so much meat all of a sudden, wouldn't he have to toss and turn for a while?

Washing clothes while taking care of Banggeng, she asked about what Banggeng saw and heard when he went out to play, and seeing nothing special, she didn't mind.

But even after hanging up the clothes and Banggeng falling asleep, Jia Zhangshi didn't wait for Banggeng to toss and turn.

Jia Zhangshi couldn't hold on anymore, warmed her hands on the stove, and seeing the coal ball was burning, she returned to the inner room.

When she took off her clothes and got on the kang, she saw Qin Huairu hadn't slept yet, so she asked: "Is Banggeng okay?"

This could also be considered a happy trouble—worrying after eating too much meat.

Qin Huairu had also woken up from a sleep and only woke up when she heard her mother-in-law's movement.

"What could be wrong? He ate plenty of meat in the back room; didn't you see the meat on his cheeks?"

"Hi, you should have said so earlier; why did I have to wait half the night?"

Jia Zhangshi complained as she got on the kang.

Qin Huairu said indifferently: "Even if I said it, you wouldn't believe me."

Jia Zhangshi also knew Qin Huairu wasn't talking about this, but about the matter of Li Xuewu's purpose that she kept asking about.

"I believe, I believe, I'm an old woman, what would I not believe?"

Qin Huairu didn't bother with her mother-in-law, who was muttering, turned over to face the wall, and went back to sleep.

"Aren't you going?"

"Not going!"

Seeing Qin Huairu's appearance, Jia Zhangshi asked suspiciously: "Did you have a falling out with him?"

"No."

"I don't believe it."

Jia Zhangshi had just said she believed, but now she didn't believe again.

"Good heavens, why haven't you gone for so many days? If you hadn't had a falling out, would he be buying shoes and taking Banggeng to eat meat?"

Qin Huairu said with her back to her mother-in-law: "Do you want me to go?"

"I don't want to, but can I stop you?"

Jia Zhangshi pursed her lips, thinking her daughter-in-law was just talking nonsense.

"I can stop your person, but can I stop your heart?"

Thinking of Qin Huairu trying on the leather shoes this afternoon, Jia Zhangshi could see her daughter-in-law's thoughts.

"Go, don't let people miss you. This is our fate; since we're being supported, what heart and spirit are we talking about?"

Qin Huairu was both angry and amused.

In the past, she was guarded against like a thief, and now she's being pushed out.

She explained but wasn't believed; they insisted on thinking Li Xuewu had a purpose.

"I said I'm not going, so I'm not going. We really didn't have a falling out."

Qin Huairu turned to face her mother-in-law, looking at her blurred figure in the moonlight from the window: "I'm not a young girl anymore, what falling out is there?"

"Then what is it for? If you don't make it clear, I won't be able to sleep."

Seeing her mother-in-law's appearance, Qin Huairu knew she was really stuck in a dead end.

"What could it be for? It's almost New Year's. A pair of shoes doesn't mean much to him; don't be so serious."

Jia Zhangshi thought about it and it seemed to make sense, but thinking of the ten-plus yuan placed on top of the cabinet, she felt the pain for Li Xuewu.

"What is Banggeng for?"

"You think too much."

Qin Huairu laughed lightly, then said: "You treat Banggeng like a treasure, do others treat him like a treasure too? Put your heart in your stomach; no one is coveting your grandson."

"I didn't mean that."

Jia Zhangshi defended herself, but this defense was so pale.

As if to divert her own embarrassment, Jia Zhangshi asked again: "You got it, did the one next door get it?"

Qin Huairu suddenly raised her head and looked toward her mother-in-law: "You know?"

"Humph!"

Jia Zhangshi snorted through her nose, then said: "I could smell the stench on her from eight hundred meters away."

Seeing her mother-in-law speak so unpleasantly, Qin Huairu said softly: "Your nose is really sharp."

Jia Zhangshi didn't mind Qin Huairu's sarcasm and continued: "When Yan's eldest son took her to the back courtyard, I saw it wasn't right. The man in this family never comes back, and that little face is so tender it could drip water. If she doesn't have a man, what is it?"

"So you were guessing too?"

Jia Zhangshi said indifferently: "You don't even need to guess about others. If you're going to steal a man, why not aim for the one with the most ability and capital?"

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

As if seeing through everything, Jia Zhangshi clicked her tongue: "This one is very clever, unlike you, who is silly."

She wasn't deliberately belittling her daughter-in-law; maybe it was just hatred for her not living up to expectations.

"People go at proper times and return at proper times. If I hadn't bumped into them once early in the morning, plus having you here... I wouldn't have thought of it."

Qin Huairu didn't mind her mother-in-law's criticism; she was just silly—who goes in the middle of the night?

"Hey, you got such good shoes, what did she get?"

Jia Zhangshi still wanted to know the current "market price."

Qin Huairu patted Huaihua, who was about to wake up, and said: "Shoes too, I guess. I saw her holding a shoebox."

"What?"

Jia Zhangshi raised her body slightly, looked at Qin Huairu, and then lay back down powerlessly.

"A pair of shoes is eighteen or nineteen yuan; two pairs of shoes are equal to more than a month of your salary. This Li Xuewu really doesn't treat money as money."

Jia Zhangshi was truly: I, who know the market price, almost had tears fall.

She sighed in her heart: The old lady didn't catch up with good times.

Watching Qin Huairu and her daughter enter the second gate, Li Xuewu turned and entered the back room.

Yu Li was tidying up the kitchen and asked when she saw Li Xuewu enter: "Did you eat tonight?"

"Ate, came back after eating."

Li Xuewu agreed and walked toward the inner room.

Seeing Li Xuewu enter, Old Biaozi said to Erhai, who had just opened the door for Li Xuewu: "Pour a bowl of tea for Wu Ge."

Li Xuewu waved his hand and said: "I'll do it myself, why be so polite?"

Wen Sane sat on the kang and smiled: "Showing off."

"Hahahahaha."

Old Biaozi didn't mind and said: "I went to buy vegetables for my third uncle this afternoon and met Director Ma, who insisted on giving me tea leaves, saying it was white tea. I didn't see how good this tea was, so I'm just tasting it, hehehe."

Li Xuewu took the tea handed by Erhai, sat on the edge of the kang, and asked: "Are the things ready?"

"Almost."

Old Biaozi carried a stool made by the old lady and sat on the edge of the kang, drinking tea while saying: "I've cleaned up the house in the back courtyard, pasted the 'Xi' character, and moved the quilts over."

Seeing Sha Zhu, who was leaning on the kang, said: "The stove is also built, Biaozi bought the vegetables, and we can just borrow tables and stools from the families in the courtyard."

Li Xuewu turned to Wen Sane: "How many letters did you send? How many people can come?"

Wen Sane smiled and said: "My parents are both gone, how many relatives can I have? Just a few sisters, plus a few close relatives."

"Hmm, hmm."

Li Xuewu nodded: "Thinking about it, it saves trouble. What about Third Aunt's relatives?"

Because they had already received the certificate, Li Xuewu followed Wen Sane's address.

"Her parents are also gone, and the relatives all say they are busy with work. We know what's going on in our hearts; there's no need to be serious."

Seeing Wen Sane was open-minded, Li Xuewu didn't comfort him, but turned to ask about the storefront.

Wen Sane nodded: "We have already picked some furniture with good appearance and moved them in. Someone looked at them this afternoon, but didn't open the business; maybe they were still hesitant."

"A few new stools were made and are on display. Many people are watching, but because the quantity is small, they are all waiting for us to make more before buying."

"Hmm, hmm, you handle this matter, I have no opinion."

Li Xuewu stood up and went to the east room to look around, seeing it was quite clean and would be fine to use tomorrow, so he went back to the back courtyard to sleep.

Technician No. 8 didn't go online tonight because this was Wen Sane's new bridal chamber.

With red 'Xi' characters pasted, neither Yu Li nor Qin Huairu dared to come to Li Xuewu's room today.

Monday morning.

Li Xuewu woke up early today because he had to make room for Wen Sane and had to go to work, so he rolled up his luggage and moved to the back room.

Seeing Li Xuewu carrying his luggage in, Wen Sane thanked him somewhat embarrassedly.

Li Xuewu waved his hand indifferently, didn't let Wen Sane say more, but said he had to go to work and could only come back at noon.

Wen Sane expressed understanding; Li Xuewu had been asking them about things in the neighborhood recently, and they all knew Li Xuewu was preparing to make a big move.

"Old Biaozi knows how to drive that car. Use the car to pick up the bride; drive slowly, it's not far."

Li Xuewu finished his meal and said to Wen Sane when he went out.

Old Biaozi responded enthusiastically: "Don't worry, Wu Ge."

Riding his bike to the steel mill, Li Xuewu did what he usually did, and outsiders couldn't see that Li Xuewu was about to make a move.

He only gave orders when checking the security and guard teams.

Because it was the critical period of the Little New Year and the Big New Year, from the 14th to the 22nd, all security forces were on duty, and no leave was allowed.

Although this order was heartless, the security duty time of the steel mill was basically these days, with a difference of only one or two days.

No one dared to challenge Li Xuewu on this.

Li Xuewu didn't have any big moves here, but Shen Fang and Duan Youting had started.

The scouts sent out earlier passed back information one by one, summarizing the targets to be acted upon.

All police officers were required to be on duty, for the same reason as the steel mill—holiday duty.

There is no wall in the world that doesn't leak wind; all Li Xuewu could do was make this wall thicker and more wind-resistant.

After working until past ten, Li Xuewu used the excuse of having business at the station, took Yan Jiecheng, and drove back to the courtyard.

Because the west courtyard was being used for the wedding today, the recycling station was temporarily closed for the day, which had been posted on a sign long ago.

Choosing Monday was also to avoid the money-making time of Sunday.

Why else would Old Biaozi say his third uncle had fallen into the eye of money?

As soon as Li Xuewu's car entered the alley, he saw some people standing and sitting in the west courtyard chatting.

Looking at the red firecracker paper at the door, Li Xuewu knew the bride had been welcomed back.

After getting out of the car, he shook hands with Wen Sane, who was greeting guests at the door, and said: "Congratulations to Third Uncle on your wedding, wishing Third Uncle an early son."

"Hahahahaha."

Yan Jiecheng helped Li Xuewu carry the cloth roll from the trunk and placed it on the gift-recording table.

He heard the person recording the gifts ask Li Xuewu: "What is your surname? Please tell me your name so I can record the gift."

Li Xuewu smiled and said: "Just write 'Nephew Li Xuewu', hehehe."

Wen Sane looked at the cloth roll Li Xuewu gave and said somewhat moved: "You spent too much."

"It's nothing, it's New Year's, and it's a new marriage. A family of three can make new clothes, hahaha."

Li Xuewu laughed and said politely to Wen Sane, then walked toward the back room.

Wen Sane said there weren't many people, but the relatives who came were quite a few.

Because it was a workday, most of those who came were old men and old women.

They were all Wen Sane's aunts and uncles, plus his parents' aunts and uncles.

Entering the back room and seeing the inner room full of people, he asked Yu Li, who was busy in the kitchen: "Is Third Aunt back?"

Yu Li smiled and said: "Back, she's in the back courtyard with her family. Why? Do you want to see?"

At this time, the custom, as well as people's curiosity, was to want to see what the bride looked like first.

Li Xuewu smiled and said: "I'm a nephew, even if I look, it doesn't matter, hahaha."

Yu Li smiled and glared at Li Xuewu: "This big nephew is scaring people."

"Then she has to be prepared, there are four big nephews, hahaha."

Laughing, Li Xuewu entered the room and started chatting with these relatives of Wen Sane.

As a social bandit, Li Xuewu only needed a box of cigarettes to start a conversation with these strangers.

Just start the topic from Wen Sane, and he would definitely find something to talk about.

Li Xuewu was also fulfilling his duties as a host for Wen Sane, so he couldn't let the relatives sit dryly in the room.

Seeing that the guests had almost arrived, Wen Sane also returned to the back room.

Entering the room and seeing Li Xuewu sitting on a stool chatting happily with his relatives sitting on the kang.

Especially his uncle was telling Li Xuewu about the tomb-robbing incident, so he couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Was his uncle tired of living?

Wen Sane wanted to ask Li Xuewu on behalf of his uncle if this counted as surrendering.

Li Xuewu listened indifferently to the old man talking about Sun Dianying's affair; this could also be considered a historical anecdote.

"Xuewu, hehe."

Wen Sane called Li Xuewu, signaling him to come out.

There were many relatives in the room, so it wasn't convenient to directly state Li Xuewu's identity, which would make the relatives unable to step down, so he could only beg Li Xuewu to come out.

Dear Readers:

Wu Wen Nong Mo had a physical examination a few days ago:

Thyroid nodules, kidney stones, liver damage, slow vertebral artery blood flow, calcium deficiency, knee joint damage, high uric acid, etc...

The doctor's meaning is that it is caused by reasons such as not being exposed to the sun for a long time, sitting posture for a long time, lack of exercise, and staying up late for a long time.

Recently, I have been actively cooperating with the treatment. I will return to Shenyang for treatment in early October, so the update can only maintain 10,000 words at most.

I have some manuscripts in hand for the time being, but this is prepared for the hospitalization period.

I hope you will understand.

If I can type during hospitalization, I will explode updates for you.

If physical conditions do not allow, I can only maintain this update.

Thank you again for your support and love since the book opened.

Thank you~ ===== CHAPTER 284 =====