Chapter 736: Sister-in-law is Sorry for You

The four artistic techniques of Qin Qin Jingju performance: singing, reciting, acting, and fighting, which are also the four basic skills of Qin Qin Jingju performance.

Tong Tong Huimei and Jin Jin Jiaojiao were both Dan roles, but they had learned and practiced these four skills since they were young.

They hadn't thought that these four basic skills had other uses.

Jin Jin Jiaojiao was young and the younger sister, so she was playful and lively, while Tong Tong Huimei was only one year older than Jin Jin Jiaojiao but had the demeanor of an older sister and was steady.

But no matter how lively, they were still girls who had been locked up and managed since childhood, and no matter how steady, they were still at a young age.

As for Li Li Xuewu, they relied on him and trusted him, but they were also confused, not knowing what kind of person he really was.

The things they had heard and known before were all superficial. They were young, but they weren't thirteen or fourteen-year-old children anymore.

According to what they heard from their master, and what they learned when their master sold off the family property, this person couldn't be associated with these few mansions at all.

And every time he came, he drove a car—sometimes a small old-fashioned jeep, sometimes a new large jeep. How could ordinary people have cars to drive?

Otherwise, why would she dare to come out and look after hearing the sound of a car? Thieves wouldn't drive a car to steal a house.

If they already had cars, why would they need to be thieves~

From being dragged by him to move to the big mansion that Ding Ye used to have, watching him find people to toss and renovate that mansion, then watching him bring people to set up some club, and finally being settled by him in this courtyard—it was dazzling.

They naturally weren't unfamiliar with this mansion. There were only a few teachers who were on good terms with their master. The disciples and fellow apprentices naturally knew about it.

Living in the empty mansion where they lived before was one feeling, living in the big mansion that Ding Ye used to have was another feeling, and moving here again, they were already a bit numb~

Numbed by this person's strength~

They studied opera wholeheartedly at their master's house, but they weren't completely ignorant of the world. They knew the life and prices in Si Jiu Cheng.

The meat and vegetables this person brought every time, plus the rice, flour, oil, and salt, and this time even various canned foods—how could they not know this person's strength?

But the more they got along, the more confused they felt. Looking at the person on them, it was as if he were covered in mist.

This had nothing to do with the darkness of the night; it was what they were thinking in their hearts and what their eyes were seeing. His appearance could still be seen clearly; it was just that they were confused.

This person was also extremely good-looking. If you only looked at one side of his face, he should have been a handsome person before.

Tong Tong Huimei reached out to touch Li Li Xuewu's side face, wanting to touch the scar on his side face, wanting to try covering this scar with her hand and then see what a handsome man Li Li Xuewu was.

But she was lying down, her body wasn't as tall as Li Li Xuewu's, and her arms weren't long enough. She tried her best to reach, but couldn't reach.

Fortunately, Li Li Xuewu lowered his body, letting her stretch out her hand and touch his face.

Tong Tong Huimei pursed her lips, endured, and looked carefully, but she herself was moving, so how could she see clearly?

This appearance made Jin Jin Jiaojiao, who was standing on the side, cover her mouth and giggle, but she was slapped on the butt by Li Li Xuewu and hid away in shame.

Master Mei had a disciple named Yanqiu, who later formed her own school and was the best among the Dan roles.

This master strictly observed the laws of rhythm, with ups and downs in singing and ever-changing rhythms, performing very meticulously and profoundly.

The master of Tong Tong Huimei and the two had the good fortune to be guided by this master and learned the famous Cheng school play "Spring Boudoir Dream."

The two followed their master to learn art for a long time, so they naturally learned this act.

If it weren't for the long journey to the south and the inconvenience of carrying children, their master would never have dispersed these disciples and abandoned them.

Especially disciples like the two of them, who were rootless duckweeds and relied on their master for a living—it was all up to the master.

To put it earlier, this was all money, all taught by the master with effort. Keeping them locked at home and not letting them go out was to make them lose touch with society.

Such disciples were taught with effort, and those who were taught would listen to their master and work hard to earn money for their master.

It's just that times have changed, and the rules of being an artist are not the same as before. When these children were taken in, society was still one way, allowing street performances, but now?

All arts have formal troupes and formal work relationships, so the early master-disciple relationship is no longer useful.

In the Qin Qin Jingju industry, the early child-disciple relationship still exists; there's no other way.

When the children were taken in at the beginning, some signed contracts, some were fostered, and more were orphans. Should they all be kicked out?

The neighborhood committee wouldn't allow it, and the master felt sorry for them. There was no other way, so they just raised them.

Fortunately, their master had connections and got a job as a teacher at the Central Academy of Drama, so disciples like them had a way out.

But good times didn't last long, and the situation changed. The master ran away with his whole family, taking only the males and his own children, and dispersed the rest.

Thinking of their past, and then thinking of the various joys and sorrows of life, they felt deeply moved.

"Entangled, I suddenly remember the scene of my wedding; I count the few moments of warmth I had at the beginning."

"I can't help but arrange the brocade quilt and embroidered pillow; don't let down his good spring night, which is worth a thousand gold."

The famous Cheng school play "Spring Boudoir Dream" is a traditional Dan role, which is performed by men, but when sung by a Qingyi, it is low, winding, and resentful.

This act of art truly sang the essence of "Dark soul of hometown, chasing travel thoughts. Every night, unless it's a good dream, it keeps people sleeping. Don't lean alone on the high building in the bright moon. Wine enters the sorrowful intestines and turns into tears of lovesickness."

Even Li Li Xuewu, who didn't understand Qin Qin Jingju, was conquered by the voices of Tong Tong Huimei and the two.

A hundred turns of soft intestines don't fear bitterness,

Melting snow to moisten spring and complaining to you.

Bright eyes and black hair, a beautiful woman,

Not realizing the night is deep in the dream.

Li Li Xuewu left after five o'clock in the morning. The night was deep, and he was too lazy to move. When he got up in the morning, the two were still asleep.

However, Tong Tong Huimei also woke up when Li Li Xuewu got up. Seeing him get out of bed, she followed.

Fetching water to wash her face, helping Li Li Xuewu tidy his clothes—she was busy but had a smile on her face.

Tong Tong Huimei wanted to help Li Li Xuewu prepare breakfast, but was rejected by him. He joked that she had worked hard all night, so she should go back and rest, which made the beauty blush a few times.

She didn't see clearly last night, but after a night of in-depth communication and exchange, Tong Tong Huimei seemed to see through the mist and see this person clearly.

When sending Li Li Xuewu out the door, Tong Tong Huimei was a bit reluctant. He never said when he would come, nor when he would come again.

He seemed to be very far away, and also seemed to be very close. His sudden appearance and departure made her forget the distance of time and space, and her thoughts were blurred.

Watching the car go far away, Tong Tong Huimei looked at the street corner again with lingering affection, then closed the gate, pursed her lips, and walked back gracefully.

Just entering the room, she saw Jin Jin Jiaojiao sitting by the bed yawning, looking exhausted and unable to wake up.

"He left? Why didn't you call me?"

"Still talking about it, sleeping like a pig~"

Tong Tong Huimei complained: "He was washing his face and driving the car; you didn't wake up, so how could I call you to wake up~"

"Ah~~~~"

Jin Jin Jiaojiao yawned again. Seeing that Tong Tong Huimei said the person had left, she lay back down and prepared to continue sleeping.

Her eyes couldn't open, her brain wasn't clear, and she murmured: "It's not my fault; it's him, it's his own reason. Who told him not to let me sleep..."

"Nonsense~"

Tong Tong Huimei complained to her, and when she wanted to say something else, she heard that Jin Jin Jiaojiao had already fallen asleep again.

"This person~"

Looking at the two legs hanging off the edge of the bed, Tong Tong Huimei was helpless and could only go over to move her so she could sleep well.

But Jin Jin Jiaojiao, who had already fallen asleep, opened her eyes and looked at her, asking: "Sister, what do we count as?"

"Count..."

Tong Tong Huimei said one word, but couldn't answer anymore, looking blankly at Jin Jiaojiao, feeling confused in her heart.

Yes, they—what do they count as?

Today is Sunday, so Si Jiu Cheng wakes up earlier than usual.

The command vehicle drove out of the alley, and the street was already bustling with traffic.

The most common vehicle was the bicycle. Only one lane was left for cars on the big road, but it was enough.

The buses had already started running at this time, and small cars in the units rarely appeared, mostly three-wheeled vehicles and four-wheeled "little frogs."

How should I put it? These two transport tools are about the same as the old-age scooters running all over the street in later generations.

The purpose is different; these two are transport tools, not traffic tools, and cannot carry people; they have to carry goods.

Generally, factory canteens, coal stations, or transport stations use this. The horsepower is small, they don't carry much, they don't eat much, and they run just right on city roads.

These two types of vehicles are more of a helpless expression of current production capacity and car-making ability, while the old-age scooters in later generations should be a compromise required by traffic rules.

So what if you don't have a driver's license?

Can't you still drive a Land Rover (fake) or a G-Wagon (fake)?

There are even those driving Porsches (fake)!

It's different from now; there are only a few car models now, and they are all public. Private cars are rare.

Some can't afford it, and some have nowhere to get gasoline.

Lou Father's Volga M24 was left idle just because he disliked the inconvenience of gasoline. Although Li Li Xuewu had given him gasoline tickets a few times, he felt embarrassed to keep taking them from Li Li Xuewu.

Finally, that car was placed in the club and used as a public car.

There were other families with the same idea as Lou Father. They became generous this time; gold was spent, so what was a car?

They were bought together at the beginning, a whole row of Volga M24s. Li Li Xuewu even used them as wedding cars, but now they are all parked in the club parking lot.

Every day, Zhao Lao Si would pass by there, head held high, thinking that one day he could also sit in a big sedan.

Big sedans are good, but they are all imported. Can domestic production of small sedans be done in this period?

Yes, didn't Magic City start mass production? It has become the main supplier of official cars now.

But how many cars can such a factory produce? How could it satisfy the huge demand market in the country?

So, the problem of difficult oil use has been solved, and the problem of difficult car making has been put on the agenda.

Li Li Xuewu drove the car, driving with the traffic, but his eyes were looking at the vehicles on the left and right, and his brain was thinking about cars.

He couldn't do it if he were asked to open a mine to extract oil, but the steel mill—what industrial equipment is missing? Is it very difficult to make a car?

Every time Xia Xia Zhongquan was asked by him, he said it was coming soon, it was coming soon, and it was being conquered, but three months had passed, and the engine problem still hadn't been solved.

If the engine problem isn't solved, there's no need to carry out other projects in the automobile industry.

There are no conditions for parts assembly in this period. When an automobile manufacturing plant produces a car, even the screws have to be made by themselves.

Why?

This period doesn't emphasize matching and integration; it emphasizes self-reliance.

I'm the one making cars; can I be troubled by someone making screws?

Therefore, the cost of car making in this period is extremely high. All parts need to be made by opening projects, and they are replaced batch by batch, which is what was discovered in later generations—sometimes replacement parts can't be used.

Why do they all look for the same batch? It's because for a machine, after changing several projects, when they come back to make the first one, even if they adjust according to the data, the things made are still different.

The parts in the engine are not like bicycle mudguards that can be pried with pliers and pressed on. This difference of one-tenth of a hair's breadth won't work.

Therefore, in choosing the first project for car making, Li Li Xuewu set it for Xia Xia Zhongquan to imitate the Willys.

Although the engine is still being conquered, other projects are also being prepared.

It's just that the engine hasn't smoked yet, so other projects have to wait.

Li Li Xuewu has a Willys himself; how could he not know how to design a car?

No one understands design better than Li Li Xuewu, and no one understands Li Li Xuewu's design better than Xia Xia Zhongquan.

Every time Xia Xia Zhongquan sees the "great design" handed to him by Li Li Xuewu, he wants to hit his head against the wall.

The train of thought is extremely strange, the selling point is extremely prominent, the drawing skill is extremely abstract, and the understanding is extremely difficult. The main thing is spiritual understanding, guessing the intention from the drawing. Xia Xia Zhongquan is most afraid of Li Li Xuewu doing design.

He once said that Li Li Xuewu going to the Security Division was the wisest decision of Factory Director Yang Yang Fengshan, and he was also incomparably glad that Li Li Xuewu didn't come to the Design Division as a technician because he graduated from high school.

Such a design "genius" is only suitable for being a leader. If he were a technician, he would have been cleaned up by him long ago.

The design manuscript Li Li Xuewu gave Xia Xia Zhongquan was his painstakingly "researched and designed" copy of the classic Japanese off-road vehicle model, the Jimny.

Of course, it can't be said to be plagiarism, after all, the Jimny also copied the Willys, so don't blame each other.

Li Li Xuewu only borrowed the style and intention; in fact, it was still perfected based on the Willys as a whole.

The formal Willys doesn't have a roof; it only has a soft top, canvas, the kind that is very cool to drive in winter.

Some Willys don't even have a canvas top, directly using their heads to carry the wind, which is quite tough.

Li Li Xuewu required Xia Xia Zhongquan to add a roof to the Willys, at least to keep warm in winter.

The appearance can't be so rough anymore; it needs to be more delicate. The front cover should be able to open from the front, rather than lifting from the waist.

Apart from the overall body structure needing to use steel, other parts should use thin steel where possible, and wood where possible, to lose weight and reduce weight to the greatest extent.

The design of the Willys was for the needs of war, which was to hit tanks and carry cannons. Normal transportation doesn't need this kind of body strength.

Not to mention, it's not fresh to hit a car in this era, but there are few serious body damages; it's mostly the driver who gets it.

It's mainly because too much steel is used for the body. There are also all-steel bodies, and the weight of the car is easily over four or five tons. Where is that in later generations?

The Willys engine itself has 60 horsepower. If the body weight is reduced, it will run more easily and faster.

The original design speed was up to 105 kilometers per hour. With such a change, it can easily reach 120.

Li Li Xuewu set the routine for Xia Xia Zhongquan: freight small pickup, passenger minibus, official jeep, and special vehicles.

The official jeep is to achieve the kind of requirement Li Li Xuewu has: comfortable interior, beautiful exterior, sufficient power, and complete functions.

Since heating and radio can be achieved in the command vehicle, it shouldn't be a problem to achieve heating and radio in the official jeep~

That Willys of Li Li Xuewu was the M38A1 captured by his father-in-law in the Peninsula. The car already had a 24V electrical system, so it wasn't impossible to achieve more functions.

This thing lies in design; Li Li Xuewu understands design best.

Seat belts don't cost much and can be used as a propaganda selling point.

Leather seats are hard to handle, but knitted seats are easy to handle; just hand them over to the joint enterprise for production.

Ventilation and heating functions are not difficult; it's still a matter of design.

The radio function is just installing a radio in the car; this is not difficult to do, as long as the car is equipped with a battery.

Thinking this way, Li Li Xuewu looked at the vehicles all over the street. As long as they rely on the Willys engine and its chassis for unlimited development and magic modification, and develop according to his design ideas, the cars produced by the steel mill will definitely be able to hang and beat the cars running on the road now.

City and rural vehicles are nothing more than these few types. The freight small pickup can carry 1.67 tons, which is enough to fill the freight demand below large trucks.

The key is that small pickups save fuel. The Willys has 60 horsepower, and 10 liters of fuel is enough.

The CA10 Liberation truck produced in Spring City consumes more than 29 liters of fuel, but the power is only 30 horsepower higher than the Willys. Which is more and which is less is clear at a glance.

Many units actually don't need large trucks, and they also want to buy smaller ones, but there are none.

The domestic ones produced now are all big guys, just to meet the needs of domestic industrial development.

The Mu Hongyan Automobile Factory in Sichuan Province started mass production of Mu Hongyan trucks this year, which is even more ruthless, towing 60 tons, specifically produced for pulling missiles. Ordinary units don't need them.

The smallest domestic load-bearing truck that can be found on the market now is the CA10 Liberation truck, with a load of 5 tons, high price, and no market.

The rest are the three-wheeled vehicles and little frogs that Li Li Xuewu sees now, all modified from old engines or single-cylinder engines, just small horses pulling big carts.

Since the large automobile manufacturing plants are all aiming to serve industry and production, the trucks produced by the steel mill should aim to serve the people and serve life!

Including the passenger minibus derived from the small pickup, with a load of 1.67 tons, it shouldn't be a problem to squeeze thirty or forty people in, given the current situation where fat people are a rare sight.

This is comparable to the later generation god car Wuling, which once pulled more than forty migrant workers, and the traffic police were stunned when they checked it.

Minibuses must be built, just like people need ultra-light trucks, and various units also need passenger cars.

How do units go out for collective tasks now?

Generally, it's a large truck with a shed covered in the back, driving over with a rumble, both in winter and summer.

It's not that there are no minibuses on the road. A batch of ZSDNysa501M minibus models was introduced from Poland more than ten years ago, but they were introduced very few, which might have something to do with foreign exchange and price.

Since small pickups are built, passenger minibuses must also be built.

Ordinary models are designed with 2-3-3-3 seats, and squeezing a bit can seat eleven people.

Gao Ang-end models are designed with 2-2-3 seats, which are comfortable to ride and can seat seven people.

Three car model positions—Li Li Xuewu thought very clearly. At this time, if the steel mill wants to build cars, it can only build car models that formal automobile factories don't build or haven't thought of building.

Otherwise, the steel mill, which started from zero, would starve to death before it could build them.

Minibuses are not built by anyone now, small pickups are not built by anyone, jeeps are built by people, but the steel mill's cars can compete in terms of price and configuration.

The key is that there are special vehicles. He wants to work hard on patrol vehicles and fire trucks.

The command vehicle traveled through, and Li Li Xuewu's brain was also constantly thinking.

Building cars isn't to satisfy his sense of achievement. He has no persistent ideals for the automobile industry, let alone any complexes about cars. He is purely for people and for money.

Let's put it this way: the joint enterprise is a layout he set up, but it wasn't just to build some tools or work clothes that he set up this project.

Although the project isn't in his hands, as long as it gets up, it's the same. Li Li Xuewu can still infiltrate if he wants to control it.

Is the steel mill awesome! Is Nie Nie Chenglin awesome! He still stole the house~

Li Li Xuewu knows how to play with a small hoe. Whose wall corner is made of steel?!

The steel mill's automobile industry needs at least three years to develop and start, and what will happen in three years?!

In three years, he will be standing in the steel mill with the positions of Factory Party Committee Member, Security Division Party Committee Secretary, and Security Division Chief. How can he do it without support?!

And in these three years, the children of steel mill workers will face a big crisis, which is the problem of their employment direction, life direction, and where to go.

Make trouble~ Go to the countryside, you'll have bitterness to suffer.

Want to stay in the city? No way~

But as long as the car-building industry is established, Li Li Xuewu estimates that at least five thousand positions are needed.

In three years, the trade project can also establish a complete sales network. What else to sell farm tools? Directly sell cars.

How many grapes can a small pickup exchange for!

In the future, those who can occupy the truth are those who can create positions.

Constantly expanding the scope of the steel mill is the steel mill's capable person and hero, and constantly creating positions and the status of laborers is the representative and big brother of the workers.

Now you see one full and two deputy positions as many, but in a few years, good heavens, one full and eleven deputy positions will exist.

Why?

The age gap between those above and those below is too small; they are all people of the same era. If they don't retire, those below can't go up and can only pile up in the middle.

The newcomers are even more suffocated, crowded at the bottom, which also causes young people to have no passion and motivation.

If the Security Division's car-building project succeeds and can provide thousands of positions, that's one-third of the steel mill's current number of people.

Looking at it, it's thousands of positions, but the impact caused can't be stopped by thousands of positions.

The steel mill expands by one-third of the work positions, which will inevitably drive the increase of other positions and the increase of management positions.

Li Li Huai De's trade project is urging the Sales Division to build a sales network, and automobile sales stores will become an auxiliary advantage of this project.

Now the Sales Division doesn't have many people, but as long as the sales outlets are spread out one by one, the Sales Division will also become a big department.

Both the purchase channel and the sales channel are in Li Li Huai De's hands. How will the joint enterprise be handled?

Moreover, Li Li Xuewu wants to engage in diversified management. Projects such as cars, hardware, military industry, food, medicine, etc., have already laid the foundation. In the end, who is the joint enterprise?

No need to snatch; this thing belongs to whoever it belongs to. Snatching can't be snatched away. If snatched away, she can't play it, and sooner or later it will have to be returned.

Li Li Xuewu doesn't need to say it himself; Li Li Huai De is working hard. At the beginning, Yang Yang Fengshan gave him a draw-the-fire-from-under-the-cauldron, and he wouldn't forget this matter.

Last night, when talking to Li Li Xuewu, Li Li Huai De also expressed his suggestions and opinions on Li Li Xuewu's future, which he said very correctly.

Children, it's okay to walk fast at the beginning; there are always adults to support you and protect you.

But when you can walk, when you can walk by yourself, you must walk steadily step by step and don't be anxious.

The three-year step and six-year stage he set for Li Li Xuewu are very consistent with Li Li Xuewu's expectations for his own future.

And regarding the changes in the next six years, Li Li Xuewu must be prepared now, not only preparing for the sixth year, but also for the tenth, twelfth, and sixteenth years, he is preparing.

From now on, he must help the steel mill develop and grow, must have enough volume, must have enough worker foundation, and must have the ability to face future shocks.

At least the third and fourth waves of shocks won't fall, maintaining a kind of advancement and the inertia of rushing forward.

Li Li Xuewu still has backhands in preparation.

"Why? Didn't come back last night?"

Seeing Li Li Xuewu get off the car, Old Lao Biaozi was stunned, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Li Xuewu.

Li Li Xuewu smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "That game last night dispersed late, so I was too lazy to come back and slept in the office."

After speaking, he looked at the people busy in the courtyard and asked: "Had breakfast?"

"Not yet~ bring yours?"

Sha Zhu stood lazily in the screen door, wearing a big undershirt and big underpants, dragging his shoes and yawning there.

"Bring it~ what's good to eat?"

The courtyard was being tidied up, the boys were helping to load the car, and Old Lao Biaozi was squatting on the big truck, waving at Li Li Xuewu to ask for a cigarette.

Li Li Xuewu threw the remaining half box of cigarettes up, turned around and asked Sha Zhu.

Old Lao Biaozi took one himself, lit it, handed it to Shen Shen Guodong who was loading the car together, and then lit his own.

He didn't hide the remaining cigarettes and threw them to the boys under the car.

Several boys laughed and divided the cigarettes, but none of them lit them, learning from the adults to tuck them behind their ears and continue working.

Cigarettes aren't anything precious; what they are happy about is this kind of respect and sharing. Laughing like this now, Biao Ge thinks highly of them.

It's just that sometimes this Biao Ge isn't a good thing, for example, when going out with him at night, he loves to tell ghost stories, which is very creepy.

Seeing Li Li Xuewu throw cigarettes, Sha Zhu walked out, waiting for Old Lao Biaozi and the other to light their cigarettes, thinking he should throw some down.

But he really threw them down!

But there was no share for him. Watching the boys divide the cigarettes, he smacked his lips, but it was very boring~

Li Li Xuewu looked at him with a smile and asked: "Aren't you someone who doesn't smoke~"

"Idle~"

Sha Zhu curled his big mouth and said with his arms folded: "Watching people smoke, I don't have any taste in my mouth either~"

"No taste is not bad, saving the trouble of brushing teeth~"

He Yushui, who came back from outside, passed by here and heard her brother say this, and blurted out a sentence.

Sha Zhu stared, looked at his sister who had entered the courtyard, and took back the words in his mouth.

Li Li Xuewu smiled, greeted Old Lao Biaozi on the car, and followed him into the courtyard.

When they reached the door of the inverted room, He Yushui said to Li Li Xuewu through the window: "There are pickled small fish and shrimp in the morning. Do you want to eat here?"

"Hiss~~~ why tell him this!"

Before Li Li Xuewu could speak, Sha Zhu was anxious and complained to his sister: "Don't you know he doesn't like eating fish and shrimp? He thinks that thing has no taste~"

"Right, Li Xuewu~"

After Sha Zhu finished speaking to his sister, he asked Li Li Xuewu with a smile.

Li Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and said: "I don't like it, but He Yushui asked, so if I don't taste it, I seem to be sorry to my sister~"

"Don't come with this set!"

Sha Zhu raised his palm with a smile, signaling Li Li Xuewu not to get close, and also blocked his body at the door.

"We are all real relationships, don't be polite, there's nothing to be sorry or not sorry about. I won't keep you here~ go well~"

"Hehe~ is it necessary~"

Li Li Xuewu curled his lips and said: "Isn't it just not letting you smoke? Have you become so stingy now?"

"Hey! That's it~!"

Sha Zhu stiffened his neck and joked: "Small family, we are going to have a son, so we have to save money for the child's wedding."

"Really shameless~"

He Yushui really couldn't listen anymore, curled her lips and complained to her brother, and went to the inner room.

Sha Zhu was scolded by his sister, and his mouth had even less taste. Looking back at Li Li Xuewu, he saw that the person had already passed the Chuihua gate.

"Ran quite fast~"

Curling his big mouth, Sha Zhu rolled his eyes at the Chuihua gate.

He wasn't aiming at Li Li Xuewu, nor did he have an opinion on his sister, but he had an opinion on these two.

The cigarette just now didn't count for much, but when his sister came in, why did she speak for Li Li Xuewu?

Especially at this moment, he hadn't said anything yet, but He Yushui let him eat here. What's going on?

This is the inverted room, not his own house. It's not that Li Li Xuewu can't eat here, but he just thinks He Yushui's look at Li Li Xuewu isn't quite

"You sure run fast~"

Pouting his large mouth, Seeing Sha Zhu rolled his eyes toward the direction of the hanging flower gate.

He wasn't targeting Li Li Xuewu, nor did he have an issue with his own sister; he had an issue with the two of them together.

The cigarette earlier was nothing, but why did his sister help speak for Li Li Xuewu when she came in?

Especially just now, he hadn't even said anything yet, and He Yushui was already standing up for him—was she thinking about him eating here or what?

This was the inverted room, not his own home; it wasn't that Li Li Xuewu couldn't eat here, but how come he felt the way He Yushui looked at Li Li Xuewu was a bit off?

Even Li Li Xuewu walking normally looked like running to him; it was very abnormal.

"Move aside~ Why are you blocking the door~?"

Diliya scolded Seeing Sha Zhu, then pushed him and said, "If you're not going into the room to help, why are you standing here?"

"Nothing~"

Seeing Sha Zhu smacked his lips; there were some things he couldn't say, and he couldn't even say them to his own wife. If he finished saying them and He Yushui heard inside, wouldn't she jump up in anger?

But he was still suspicious—suspicious without any reason!

Diliya's belly wasn't obvious yet. Seeing Sha Zhu and Li Li Xuewu got married one after the other, and their wives' pregnancy timelines were about the same.

Seeing Sha Zhu didn't know, but Diliya had heard about it; she poked him and whispered a reminder not to keep shouting about sons and such—it was embarrassing.

Seeing Sha Zhu, however, didn't think so. Knowing that Li Li Xuewu's wife was also pregnant, besides being happy for Li Li Xuewu, he also felt a slight sense of relief in his heart.

Since the wife was pregnant, he couldn't possibly be with his sister anymore, right?

Pushed by Diliya, he climbed out of his stubborn rut. He thought about it, and it seemed unlikely.

His sister was at the textile mill, Li Li Xuewu was at the steel mill, He Yushui came home every day, and when she went out to play, she had friends and classmates. Li Li Xuewu didn't live here often, and their conversations were limited—how could they be involved?

This kind of thought, both possible and impossible, collided in Seeing Sha Zhu's brain, leaving him confused.

Li Li Xuewu saw his concern but didn't say much to him, just entering the courtyard.

After passing the hanging flower gate, he saw the Third Master squatting at the entrance wiping his bicycle, so he smiled and greeted him: "Yo, Third Master, the bike is wiped shiny, eh!"

"Yo! It's Li Xuewu! In the morning..."

Yan Yan Fugui knew that the other party had long seen through his feigned ignorance. He didn't put on that act this time. Seeing Li Li Xuewu greet him, he replied: "Why didn't I see you go out this morning? What are you up to?"

"Just got back~"

Li Li Xuewu smiled helplessly, sized up the Third Master, and said: "I saw Brother Jiecheng this week, and he even asked about your health."

"I understand~ You have to hold a meeting~"

Yan Yan Fugui nodded knowingly first, then hearing Li Li Xuewu mention his eldest son, embarrassment couldn't help but surface on his face, and he responded with a stutter.

Last time he faked illness and called his eldest son back, letting his wife ask the eldest for money. The eldest didn't give it, just looked at his wife and left, saying he was just making a fuss out of poverty.

He was very angry at the time, but later he thought about it and felt it was meaningless. The eldest son had said that if he kept making a fuss like this, let alone his own job, even the children's marriages would become a problem.

In terms of work, what school would dare let a mentally ill person teach students? In terms of marriage, what family would be willing to have a mentally ill person as an in-law?

Later, the eldest daughter-in-law came over and delivered thirty yuan, saying it was left by the eldest, telling her mother to keep it, which made Yan Yan Fugui lose all face.

Especially when the eldest daughter-in-law sat by the second son's bed, gently patted Yan Jiefang's arm, and said, "Sister-in-law is sorry, sister-in-law remembers everything."

He still remembered the second son's reaction at home at that time—that suppressed, painful crying and the expression of a world collapsing were still hovering in his mind.

The second son cried, the eldest daughter-in-law cried, his own wife cried looking at the thirty yuan in her hand, and it scared the third and fourth sons into hiding and crying on the side; it was as if something had happened to the family.

Saying nothing happened—but something did happen; if nothing happened, why would the second son cry?

He had been stifled for so many days; ever since he woke up in the hospital, he had been like a vegetable, and he was the same when he returned home—a living dead person.

Yan Yan Fugui knew he had let the child down, but if he didn't take action, he really wouldn't be able to keep this second son.

Don't look at the people in the courtyard not saying anything, but in their hearts, they couldn't tolerate his second son either.

Daring to instigate a child to play with gunpowder was a great evil; which family in the courtyard could tolerate them? Sooner or later, they would be squeezed out.

Living life, living life—if it really turned out like that, he wouldn't have to live anymore.

He didn't know if the second son hated him, but as a father, he had to be responsible for his son, and he also had to be responsible for the others in the family.

He persuaded the eldest daughter-in-law not to cry while pregnant, and also talked to the second son about the logic of it all. The family had a meal, and this knot seemed to have passed.

Now the eldest daughter-in-law still didn't like to move around, lying in the room every day, and only came out to stroll when his wife called her.

It was different from Zhao Zhao Yafang across the way; she didn't have that spirit, let alone the liveliness she had when she first came to his house.

After this incident, the second son, Yan Jiefang, didn't lie in bed anymore; he took the initiative to ask him for work, learning from Jia Jia Zhangshi in the middle courtyard to get matchboxes from the neighborhood office to paste at home.

Not only did he paste them himself, but he also took the initiative to call the eldest daughter-in-law, which gave her a rare bit of vitality.

Seeing Yan Jiefang speaking, moving around, and knowing how to work and earn money, Yan Yan Fugui really felt a complex mix of emotions.

He was also polite in his daily conversations with people in the courtyard, which counted as making amends for his son, especially with Qin Qin Huairu, whom he now took the initiative to greet.

He had also seen what kind of person Qin Qin Huairu was; she didn't care when he was acting crazy, and now that he knew he was wrong and took the initiative to greet her, she didn't hold a grudge.

She greeted him as politely as she should, just without the casualness of before, and she didn't let Banggeng run around the courtyard anymore.

This was actually good; there was a mutual concession. Living in the same courtyard, there was really no way to move. If he had a house outside, he would have moved long ago.

Harmony in the family leads to prosperity in all things; he finally understood this for the first time.

Although Li Li Xuewu told him that the eldest son was thinking of him, he knew that this definitely wasn't true.

The third and fourth sons were restless again, and he knew that too, but wasn't life just like this? Let's just muddle through and move forward slowly.

His health wasn't as good as before either, just like the eldest said; if he kept making a fuss, this old life would be gone.

The eldest wasn't stupid; being able to earn money for his wife showed he wasn't messing around outside, and the second son had become sensible—that was a comfort to him.

It wasn't that the third and fourth sons hadn't said angry words about going to trouble Qin Qin Huairu, but angry words were just angry words. That gunpowder was still in Qin Qin Huairu's hands, and Li Li Xuewu was watching—what could they do?

Li Li Xuewu looked at the Third Master's appearance, as if he had seen through life, and he was sighing while listening to himself speak—was he planning to become a monk?

"Alright then, take care of your health."

Li Li Xuewu smiled, signaled to his daughter standing by the window looking at him, waved his hand, and walked toward home.

Liu Yin had long seen her son enter the courtyard, but seeing him talking to the neighbor across the way, she didn't call out to him.

After her son entered the room, she asked: "What are you talking about? Don't let your mouth rest."

After saying that to her son, she saw her daughter-in-law come out of the room and asked again: "Why didn't you come back all night?"