Chapter 851: Wind Vane

"Stop right there!"

"Li Xuewu!"

"Hey!"

Seeing that he had shouted like that and Li Xuewu was still jogging away, Yi Zhonghai was so angry he stamped his feet.

His legs were quite nimble at this moment; just as Li Xuewu jumped into the car and was about to start the engine, he stood right in front of the vehicle.

"First Uncle, what are you doing!"

Li Xuewu said helplessly: "You and I have no grudges from the past and no grievances today, why must you drag me into this mess!"

"How can you say that!"

Yi Zhonghai walked to the side of the car, snatched the keys from Li Xuewu's hand, pulled him, and said: "If you don't go, someone is really going to die."

"Don't say such things!"

Li Xuewu waved his hand and said: "It's only if I go that someone will die! Really!"

Yi Zhonghai didn't believe him, pulled him hard, and said: "Can I count on First Uncle begging you?!"

"Qin Jingru's son-in-law is your driver, and you are a person from this courtyard; you wouldn't make things difficult for your First Uncle, would you?!"

"First Uncle, you are the one making things difficult for me!"

Li Xuewu knew he was in poor health and didn't dare to use force against him, so he could only let him pull and drag him toward the courtyard.

"Don't talk about that, it's time for you to be of use!"

Yi Zhonghai was truly exhausted; he pulled Li Xuewu and said: "Hurry up, the neighbors are all watching, our courtyard has lost all face."

Li Xuewu was dragged into the courtyard and was truly out of options, knowing he couldn't escape this hurdle.

He patted First Uncle's hand, signaling him to let go, and indicated he wouldn't run away.

Listening to Third Aunt's cursing in his ears, Li Xuewu stepped into the hanging flower gate.

Pushing aside the people surrounding the front, Li Xuewu walked into the courtyard.

Originally, the courtyard had been cleared out, with only Third Aunt in the middle; those watching the spectacle were afraid of blood splattering on them, so they stood on the sidelines laughing.

As soon as Li Xuewu entered, the surrounding discussions and jokes ceased.

Third Aunt saw Qin Huairu's expression change and also noticed the silence around her, only then did she turn her head to look.

When she saw it was Li Xuewu, the cursing in her mouth also vanished.

Yi Zhonghai stood at the hanging flower gate and let out a sigh of relief; in the end, one still had to invite the Buddha.

"What are you doing here?"

Li Xuewu's face was gloomy, his chin set, his gaze swept over the few people, and then he looked at Comrade Ge Shuqin who was kneeling.

His eyelids were drooping, his face was long, quite frightening.

"Putting on a play?"

Li Xuewu said unpleasantly: "The gala at the factory wasn't enough for you? Do you want me to apply for you to go and sing another one?"

"Bullying people~"

Seeing Li Xuewu speak like this, Third Aunt suddenly sat on the ground, slapped her thighs, and wailed: "My bitter child, why did you..."

"Don't you wail at me!"

He pointed at Third Aunt and said: "Just because your son died, you think you're in the right, is that it? Everyone has to cater to you, is that it!"

"How can you say that!"

Third Aunt pointed at Li Xuewu wanting to speak; she didn't dare curse Li Xuewu, but she had things to say in her heart.

Li Xuewu couldn't be bothered to deal with her and said to Qin Huairu: "Go ask Jiankun and the others if they are ready, hurry up, the auspicious time has arrived, the newlyweds are setting off."

After saying this, he glanced at Third Aunt sitting on the ground and said: "I'll stand right here, let's see who dares to stop them."

Qin Huairu glanced at Third Aunt, turned around, and went back to the middle courtyard.

Li Xuewu's words were the final verdict in this courtyard; no one could change them.

"You!"

Third Aunt was furious; seeing Li Xuewu about to take sides, she couldn't help but want to start cursing again.

Li Xuewu didn't indulge her; his eyelids narrowed into triangles, he glanced at her, and directly blocked her words.

Turning back to look at Third Uncle, he said: "Neighbors should be harmonious, and all matters should be peaceful. First Uncle has already negotiated the funeral and wedding matters in this courtyard for you. If you had farts, why didn't you let them out yesterday? Why are you holding back evil intentions today?"

As he said this, he also pointed at Comrade Ge Shuqin and her child: "Do you want Yan Jiecheng to leave in unease? Are you afraid that you'll bully the widow and orphan, so you want to take the mother and child away?"

"It's a waste that your family claims to be a scholarly household, usually posing as cultured people. Is this how cultured people act?"

Yi Zhonghai now had Li Xuewu's support; he waved at the two women, signaling them to go and help Comrade Ge Shuqin up.

This scene, accompanied by the child's crying, was truly uncomfortable.

The premature infant's constitution was weak; if it really caught some ailment, it would be too late for regrets.

Wang Laoqi's wife walked up to Comrade Ge Shuqin, looked at the two old Yan family members, and didn't know whether she should help her up.

Should she help or not?

Li Xuewu looked at Comrade Ge Shuqin and said: "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. Yan Jiecheng is to be buried today; you must also be at peace and take good care of the child."

After speaking, he waved at Wang Laoqi's wife, signaling them to hurry up and help the person into the room.

Yan Jiefang saw Wang Laoqi's wife hesitating and not moving, suddenly walked over from behind, and knelt on the ground with a thud.

He first kowtowed to Comrade Ge Shuqin, then knelt toward his mother's direction.

"Mom, I beg you to stop making a scene. Do you really want Sister-in-law to die here!"

His legs were bad; kneeling and kowtowing at this moment, Third Aunt was also stunned.

"My brother has an heir, this is Sister-in-law's merit. All the money was given to you, and his life was given to you, what else do you want!"

"I beg you to stop making a scene, have some pity for Sister-in-law. She is like this now, how can her body handle it!"

Oh my!

Originally, seeing Li Xuewu about to settle the matter, the surrounding people had lost the desire to watch the spectacle.

They were all preparing to leave quietly, but they didn't expect an "encore"!

Yan Jiefang's pleas were those of a filial son, but every sentence was about his sister-in-law, and not a word about the child, which made the surrounding people's eyes light up.

You tell me if there are any good neighbors; they felt the programs on the radio weren't good enough to listen to, so they came here to watch a joke.

Li Xuewu also narrowed his eyes to look at him; he was forced onto the stage to act, was he adding his own scenes?

Third Aunt originally didn't want to say anything, but seeing her son ignore his injured leg to kneel and beg her, losing face in front of so many people.

Plus, Wang Laoqi's wife and others, under the signal of First Uncle and Li Xuewu, helped Comrade Ge Shuqin up to leave, and the sound of the suona for the wedding resounded in the middle courtyard again.

Fine, she would cry then!

"Awoo~~~"

"Awoo~~~~~~"

Who knew if she was doing it on purpose, wailing at the top of her lungs, crying out like a dog.

Crying wouldn't work either!

Li Xuewu took out handcuffs from his pocket and walked toward her; he had said all the nice words, if she wouldn't listen, then he would get serious.

Third Aunt was using her son's death as an excuse, determined to cause trouble.

Even the favor of the fifteen eggs Qin Huairu sent to the house last night was twisted into having ulterior motives.

She thought about how Qin Huairu had bullied her son before, causing the second son's leg to break, and now she was bullying her eldest son, letting the funeral give way to the wedding.

Qin Huairu was using these eggs as a pretext to force their family to concede.

Especially in the middle of the night, she complained about this arrangement, and Yan Fugui said some unwilling words.

At that time, it was First Uncle and Qin Huairu who pressured him to talk; First Uncle helped, Qin Jingru sent gifts, he had no way to refute.

The couple nagged about this, and she knew Yan Fugui didn't want to concede either, so the fire was smoldering in her heart.

Why else would they say that if there's no one to suppress matters in the house, the fire will burn the roof.

Everyone wanted to push forward; the woman borrowed the man's courage, and once she had the spirit, she dared to do anything.

Now seeing Li Xuewu coming to handcuff her, she wailed even harder, convinced the other party wouldn't dare to bully her.

A woman, and the host of a funeral; if Li Xuewu handcuffed her, how would he be talked about in this courtyard later!

If he couldn't talk about it, then he wouldn't!

How much strength Li Xuewu had was not something Third Aunt could resist.

He didn't care about the difference between men and women, or age, he pressed her down and handcuffed her.

The Yan family members were all dumbfounded, not expecting Li Xuewu to really dare to take action.

Especially when Third Aunt was about to cry and shout again, Li Xuewu pulled the white thread gloves from his hand, balled them up, and stuffed them into her mouth.

Now it was fine, the whole world was quiet.

The people in the courtyard were truly startled; the two times Li Xuewu took action in the courtyard were both to teach those disobedient boys a lesson.

This time, dealing with Third Aunt truly opened their eyes.

Li Xuewu carried Third Aunt by her arms and legs as if carrying a dead pig, and threw her directly back into the Yan family's inner room.

Yan Fugui was watching Li Xuewu do this and clicked his tongue without saying a word.

If it were in the past, Li Xuewu couldn't have done this, but today he caught up with it.

Plus, in this period, the Yan family dared to jump?

Even if Yan Jiekuang was a little brat, if he dared to act wild with Li Xuewu now, he could be killed!

Li Xuewu walked out of the Yan family's room again and pointed at Comrade Ge Shuqin's side: "Seventh Sister-in-law! Send her back to the room to rest, she's not needed for the funeral; it's better to raise her well than to send her off!"

"Hey, got it!"

Wang Laoqi's wife heard Li Xuewu speak and, along with a woman in the courtyard, helped Comrade Ge Shuqin walk back.

Seeing Han Jiankun carrying Qin Jingru, who was wearing red clothes, walk out, Li Xuewu waved his hand directly, not telling them to stop.

After sending off the wedding procession, Li Xuewu stood at the Yan family's door and said to the crowd watching the spectacle in the courtyard: "Yan Jiecheng used to be my driver; I can still say a few words about him."

The crowd in the courtyard saw Li Xuewu wanted to speak, so they all listened carefully.

The matter had happened, Li Xuewu had already dealt with it, and he had to give an explanation and a conclusion.

"Whether it's the Yan family or Yan Jiecheng himself, listen up; what I say now, you listen well!"

Li Xuewu glared and looked at Yan Fugui: "The old saying goes that the deceased is the greatest, but the meaning of 'greatest' isn't that just because you're old, you get to talk!"

"Even if Yan Jiecheng has a spirit in heaven, he wouldn't want to see his wife and child suffer to send him off."

"Parents who are devoid of virtue and righteousness, you can calculate it yourselves later; there will always be a debt of conscience waiting for you!"

"I'm telling you, let the deceased be buried in peace."

Li Xuewu pointed at the few people watching the spectacle: "Don't you dare laugh at anyone; everyone go home and think about today's events, talk to your children and grandchildren, and reflect!"

"Don't laugh at today, only to become the joke of tomorrow!"

"We are all neighbors; if you watch the spectacle and laugh at the Yan family, that's belittling ourselves."

"Old and young, the wedding has been sent off, now we handle the funeral; those who should lend a hand, lend a hand. The Yan family doesn't remember favors, but we all have a score in our hearts!"

"I'll put it here: if you don't help today, when you have trouble tomorrow, others will watch the spectacle and not help either!"

"Alright, alright, everyone lend a hand."

Yi Zhonghai beckoned, signaling everyone to hurry up and take action; if they delayed like this, the sun would be out, and Yan Jiecheng wouldn't be able to have his soul scattered.

Hearing what Li Xuewu said and seeing First Uncle directing, everyone took action.

Yan Fugui mumbled wanting to say something, but seeing that no one in the courtyard was paying attention to him, everyone was walking out under First Uncle's direction, and with all the items brought along, they got on their bicycles and were about to set off.

He himself had no face left; after being scolded by Li Xuewu and laughed at by the neighbors, only silence remained.

Li Xuewu followed them out of the gate; after taking over from First Uncle, he didn't speak again.

People from the recycling station came out to watch the spectacle, and Yu Li stood by Li Xuewu's side.

"You too, why bother with this messy business!"

"Do you think I want to bother?"

Li Xuewu knew Yu Li was kind-hearted and didn't want him to get involved in these troubles.

"At that time, First Uncle was about to crawl under my car to grab me, what could I do?"

"Just watch and be done with it; the minds of those people in their family are crooked one after another."

Yu Li twitched her mouth, looked at the funeral procession walking out, and said: "Even their own family members are calculating against each other; it's useless to say anything."

"Can't look at them."

Li Xuewu lit a cigarette for himself and said: "If I looked at them, I wouldn't have come today."

Watching the procession leave the alley, Li Xuewu took a deep drag of his cigarette and said: "Live your own lives; after so many times, everyone treats their family as if they're playing with monkeys."

"Don't bother with them next time."

Yu Li said this, but wasn't she also here to send Yan Jiecheng off on his final journey?

In this world, there are always some feelings and righteousness that cannot be avoided; the living might not interact for a lifetime, but once a person dies, the resentment dissipates.

Just like Li Xuewu dealing with Fu Bin, dealing with... those two hundred dead ghosts, he had no resentment; he was almost forgetting them.

Killing is just a point on the head; the person is gone, what else is there to say?

"Are you going to give a gift at noon?"

"No, I have nothing to do with Qin Jingru."

Yu Li followed Li Xuewu toward the west courtyard, talking as she walked: "I went to sit for a while when I came back last night and talked to Qin Huairu for a bit."

Li Xuewu nodded and said: "Then go do your work; I have to go over at noon, go to the club in the afternoon, and go into the city at night; there's work at the factory."

"You're never busy enough."

Yu Li chided him, followed him into the west courtyard, and reminded him: "Don't forget, there's still a living person handcuffed over there."

"Hmm, I remember; let her calm down a bit more."

Li Xuewu smoked his cigarette and sneered: "I'm helping her; she'll have to thank me later."

"Hmm."

Yu Li rolled her eyes and said: "In her heart, she's thanking your ancestors for eight generations."

"Whatever."

Li Xuewu didn't care and said with a smile: "As long as she doesn't say it out loud and I don't hear it, I'll pretend it didn't happen."

Shen Guodong greeted a few boys to hurry and get the cars out; he also went to the garage to get a truck and drove it out, explaining a sentence when passing Li Xuewu.

He was in a hurry to deliver goods; he was responsible for transporting goods to various places from the two detention centers.

And the goods between institutions like the steel mill and the procuratorate were also allocated by him.

It was just the limitations of conditions and the era; otherwise, he really wanted to get a few more large trucks to save from being so busy and so tired.

The setup in the capital was only this big for now, and there were only so many people.

Furthermore, the loopholes that could be exploited were only this big; too many would easily lead to trouble.

As long as they followed the current foundation, cultivated slowly, and developed slowly, there would definitely be prospects in the future.

After talking to Yu Li for a while, and after she rode her bike to work, Li Xuewu entered the large courtyard.

At this time, the courtyard had returned to calm, and the neighbors went about their business.

Only occasionally did gazes sweep over, wanting to see how he would deal with Third Aunt.

Yan Fugui and his sons went to the cemetery; only Yan Jie Di was at home.

She was truly filial; fearing her mother would tire herself out from crying and shouting, she didn't even take the gloves off her mother's mouth.

She acted as if nothing had happened, cleaning the room, cleaning the courtyard.

After the funeral procession left, the house and courtyard were a mess, and she had to clean it up.

Especially the tables and chairs borrowed from the neighbors; they all had to be returned to each house now.

She also wanted to wait for her father and brothers to return, but even if they returned, only her third brother could help her.

The second brother had a lame leg, the father didn't do work, and the third brother who could do work was lazy; it wasn't easy being a daughter in this era.

When she was cleaning the courtyard, she really wanted to peek into her sister-in-law's room, but feeling that there was no follow-up to this matter, she didn't dare to go in herself.

It was fine to act as if her mother didn't exist, but if she got too close to her sister-in-law and her mother found out, it would be trouble.

Yan Jie Di saw Li Xuewu enter the courtyard and just glanced at him before continuing her work.

Li Xuewu treated her like a bean sprout, ignored her, and walked straight toward the back.

After entering the middle courtyard, he could still see the firecracker debris on the ground, and the Jia family's windows also had paper-cuts of the character for "happiness," forming a contrast with the white of the Yan family in the front courtyard.

Don't look at how Yan Fugui fought and grabbed to hang white and flowers at the gate; he couldn't bear to spend the money.

Yan Fugui just wanted the form and face of a scholar, taking advantage of everything.

How much face he would have if he could hang white couplets that others couldn't hang at the gate.

When it really came to his own house, there were no funeral couplets or flowers at this time, only white couplets pasted on the door.

It was all about keeping things simple.

According to the current spending calculations, the funeral expenses provided by the steel mill could probably save more than half.

Hiss~~~

Li Xuewu truly admired Third Uncle; a person who could even calculate funeral expenses, speaking of which, was also a ruthless person.

The whole Jia family went to the wedding, the door was closed, and no one was there.

First Uncle was at the Yan family, so First Aunt had to go to the wedding, so the door was also closed.

Oh my, the middle courtyard was even quieter than the front courtyard.

Only the back courtyard had a bit of life; First Aunt was drying quilts, and the Old Lady's door was open, with her sitting on a stool looking outside.

Ji Yuxiu and Li Xue had also just woken up and were combing their hair in the living room.

Zhao Yafang was sitting on the sofa peeling walnuts; seeing Li Xuewu enter, she asked with a smile: "Did you get angry again?"

"Hehe."

Li Xuewu smiled helplessly and asked: "Where's Mom?"

"At the wedding."

Zhao Yafang explained: "Couldn't find a 'perfect' person, so Mom had to go."

"Mom isn't a 'perfect' person either; my grandfather is gone, does this count?"

Li Xuewu sat on the sofa, picked up a walnut, and cracked it open with his hand.

He picked up the kernel inside and handed it to his sister-in-law, saying amusingly: "Mom will definitely scold me when she gets back."

"Let her scold; the deed is done."

Zhao Yafang didn't care and pointed to the walnuts on the table, asking: "When are these from? Why do they have a stale taste?"

"I don't know."

Li Xuewu looked at the walnut in his hand and asked: "Didn't you bring them?"

"No."

Zhao Yafang said with a smile: "They were just sitting on the cabinet; I said let's crack one to eat, how long have they been there?"

"That must have been a long time ago."

Li Xuewu looked at the color of the walnut in his hand and said with a mischievous smile: "Maybe Li Shu peed on them, and since no one ate them, they were put there."

"Go, go, go~"

Zhao Yafang knew that whenever he had a mischievous smile, he had nothing good to say, and chided: "I'm hungry in the morning, and you're still disgusting me."

"Yuxiu, make breakfast."

Li Xuewu looked at Ji Yuxiu and said: "Didn't you hear Sister-in-law say she's hungry?"

"I want to make it, but Sister-in-law won't eat it, afraid of being poisoned."

Ji Yuxiu knew how to joke, sat next to Zhao Yafang, and said: "At home, my brother's craft is better than mine."

"You could just say you're lazy."

Li Xuewu looked at Li Xue again, raised his eyebrows, and said: "You wouldn't be bullying my sister, wanting Li Xue to cook?"

"Don't pretend, Second Brother."

Li Xue ruthlessly dismantled Li Xuewu's performance, twitched her mouth, and said: "Doesn't this mean you're urging me to cook!"

After speaking, she beckoned to Ji Yuxiu and said: "Let's go, Third Sister-in-law; you're not pregnant yet, so there's no reason not to cook!"

Perhaps it was because she had contact with more people at work, or perhaps it was because her state of mind opened up after going out, but Li Xue was much livelier compared to her previous introversion.

At least she joked with her family more often and was more accustomed to her Second Brother's teasing.

Li Xuewu and Zhao Yafang chatted about Teacher Wu while Ji Yuxiu and Li Xue cooked, and then talked about the work of account management.

Zhao Yafang's personality was delicate yet straightforward, serious yet brave; although she didn't know what Li Xuewu was specifically doing, looking at the accounts, it was no small undertaking.

When she was at home, she basically didn't talk about this with Li Xuewu in front of her mother-in-law; they only communicated when the two of them were together.

Speaking of which, Zhao Yafang's personality was more like Li Xuewu's; both were people who could get things done.

Some people said that if they were a couple, what a good life they would have.

The answer is not necessarily.

Good partners basically cannot be lovers; it's a matter of stance.

Some things change flavor when considered from the perspective of lovers.

Helping to manage these accounts and establishing a complete financial system in the capacity of Li Xuewu's sister-in-law was the interaction between brothers; she didn't have to worry about the business itself, just manage the accounts well.

Changing to her own family matters would be different, just like Guoqing and Yuyu, didn't they go their separate ways?

Therefore, a special yet normal cooperative relationship was formed on the Li family's side; Li Xuewu wouldn't talk about work with Gu Ning, but would instead talk to his sister-in-law.

When Li Xue came to call for breakfast, the funeral procession also returned.

Li Xuewu let his sister-in-law and the others go home to eat first, while he followed First Uncle, Second Uncle, and others to the Yan family.

Everyone entered the room, and no one spoke, especially Third Uncle, who sat on the stool with his head down, as if he were about to hunch over.

The people who helped had dispersed, and only these few people were left in the room.

Yan Jiefang didn't enter the room at the door, saying he went to see the child; who knew if he was really seeing the child.

Yan Jiekuang looked at his second brother and then at the people who entered the house, and didn't enter the room at all.

He was cunning; knowing he couldn't get a word in and couldn't help at this moment, he found an opportunity to slip away.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Li Xuewu, signaling Third Aunt handcuffed on the bed in the inner room.

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows but didn't move.

"First Uncle, shouldn't you talk to Third Uncle?"

He signaled to the inner room and pointed outside, saying: "I can help for free, but I won't take insults for free."

After speaking, he sat on the chair next to the eight-immortal table, his gaze swept over Third Uncle, and said: "I can't be the bad guy."

Yi Zhonghai tilted his head slightly, understanding the meaning in Li Xuewu's words.

Third Aunt acting like a donkey was the reason he went to Li Xuewu to deal with this matter.

Li Xuewu also said at the time that he could only deal with it by cutting the Gordian knot.

And that was the effect he wanted; Li Xuewu also did as he said, and now that the matter was settled, it was time to settle the accounts.

Yi Zhonghai knew that if this account wasn't settled clearly, Li Xuewu wouldn't unlock the handcuffs.

That meant letting Third Aunt listen to how this matter should be discussed.

Of course, she could only listen, without the right to speak.

Now he didn't know how calm she was; after First Uncle finished speaking, even if she wasn't calm, it didn't matter, as long as Third Uncle understood.

"Ahem, the matter is finished, it's time to talk about it."

Yi Zhonghai looked at Liu Haizhong and said to Yan Fugui: "Third Uncle, Xuewu doing this was at my request."

He meant that he helped their family, and asking Li Xuewu to do this was naturally for the good of the whole courtyard.

At the same time, he was signaling Liu Haizhong to say a few words, after all, they were both helping to handle matters.

Liu Haizhong, however, looked like he had learned his lesson, and easily didn't speak in the courtyard anymore.

Especially at the Yan family, for some reasons he couldn't speak of, he dared not speak randomly even more.

Since he didn't speak, Yi Zhonghai had to speak himself, and he had to satisfy Li Xuewu, and also satisfy the Yan family couple.

Very clearly, Yan Fugui wasn't very satisfied, and Third Aunt?

Hmm... she didn't say.

"The discussion and decision for this matter from the very beginning were on your side."

Yi Zhonghai saw Yan Fugui keeping his head down and not speaking, and understood what he was thinking.

"It's not that I'm biased toward anyone; there's more than one family that has encountered a funeral and a wedding."

"According to customs and old sayings, when heading in opposite directions, the wedding gives way to the funeral, the deceased is the greatest."

"However, when heading in the same direction, the funeral must give way to the wedding."

Yi Zhonghai reasoned: "You can't let the wedding follow the funeral; there must be priorities, etiquette, and morality."

Actually, what he said was very reasonable; Qin Jingru getting married and Yan Jiecheng's funeral both had to go out from this alley.

If they didn't know they would meet, then there was no way to talk about it.

But they were all in one courtyard, and Qin Huairu took the initiative to coordinate; how could they let the funeral be in such a hurry?

The principle was the principle now; at that time, Yi Zhonghai also said this to Yan Fugui.

When Qin Huairu came to coordinate, she also said that sending those eggs was to help Comrade Ge Shuqin produce milk.

And coordinating this matter didn't require sending gifts, because this was a principle everyone understood.

At that time, Yan Fugui understood this principle and also agreed with this customary method.

But when night came, when his wife asked him about this matter, he started to push it away.

He didn't say the custom was like this, but instead said Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai had pressured him.

What did this mean?

Yi Zhonghai also learned from Third Aunt's mouth that he was wrong to help; people didn't appreciate it, saying he was biased toward Qin Huairu.

"What I understand is that in this area of the East City, it's all like this."

He tapped the eight-immortal table and looked at Li Xuewu: "Xuewu has nothing to do with this; he just came to send Jiecheng off."

"I understand very well that Third Aunt felt uncomfortable because of the suona at the wedding, but we must also be tolerant and understanding, right?"

"So, we must all understand Xuewu doing this."

Yi Zhonghai saw Yan Fugui still keeping his head down and not speaking, frowned, and said: "Old Yan, if you're not satisfied, then blame me for meddling, scold me if you want."

Yan Fugui also knew that this matter of their family was still maintained by First Uncle's help; although he wasn't satisfied, he couldn't hold resentment toward him.

At this moment, he looked up at First Uncle and also saw Li Xuewu's expression.

Just as First Uncle said, this matter really couldn't be blamed on Li Xuewu.

Although he took action and handcuffed her, and dealt with his wife in front of so many people.

But, just as was said at the cemetery, if it weren't for Li Xuewu taking action, if this matter continued to make a scene, no one would get any good out of it.

If their family didn't let Qin Jingru get married, people would hate their family for a lifetime, and Qin Huairu wouldn't let them off.

And Yan Jiecheng couldn't be buried; he wouldn't be able to be at peace for a lifetime.

Especially the neighbors' discussions, which made it impossible for their family to hold their heads up.

The dead are fine, no need to meet again.

But the living always need a face!

Just making a scene until now, what did their family get, face or substance?

Nothing at all!

Do you think Qin Jingru doesn't hate their family now?

Do you think Qin Huairu doesn't resent their family now?

Wait, Yi Zhonghai calculated the accounts of the few people in the room, Qin Huairu would still have to settle the accounts between their two families when she returned.

Yi Zhonghai saw Yan Fugui look up, and said to Li Xuewu: "Go, Xuewu, help Third Aunt unlock it; it's all for everyone's good."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling outside the door: "After unlocking it, go home and eat; there's nothing for you here."

"Third Uncle~"

Li Xuewu heard First Uncle say this and looked at Third Uncle: "Do you recognize First Uncle's way of saying this? If you don't, I'll continue to deal with it with you."

"Yes, yes, I recognize it."

Yan Fugui saw Li Xuewu narrowing his eyes and knew he was holding back fire; if he continued to bump into him, who knew what he would do.

"You recognize it, then I'll still call you Third Uncle, we still have a few words to say."

Li Xuewu raised his eyelids and said: "Some things can be calculated, that's your strong ability; some things cannot be relied on purely by calculation, that's you being stupid."

"Which family in this courtyard hasn't lived here for over ten years?"

"A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor."

Li Xuewu frowned and said: "Just because of how you act, I estimate your relatives don't interact with you well enough."

"At least today, when there was trouble, I didn't see any of them show up; it was all the neighbors around who helped."

"But how did you do it?"

Li Xuewu tapped the table with the handcuff key and said: "I won't say how Qin Huairu does things; the neighbors' eyes are sharp. You'll see this for yourself slowly in the future!"

"I'll tell you this: today Yan Jiecheng died, First Uncle presided, and you still have this face, so the neighbors came to help."

"If First Uncle doesn't speak in the future, and you do this again, when you die, you'd better pray you can walk to the cemetery; no one will carry you!"

These few sentences almost made Yan Fugui faint; this reasoning sounded like reasoning, but why did it hurt his lungs so much?

Li Xuewu didn't care if he hurt or not, took the key to the inner room, and unlocked the handcuffs.

Third Aunt's ears weren't blocked, so she naturally heard what was said in the room clearly.

Her look at Li Xuewu was also complex; her hands hurt, her mouth hurt, but she didn't dare to speak.

Li Xuewu put away the handcuffs and walked out; First Uncle stood up wanting to see him off, but he just waved his hand.

Qin Huairu must remember the favor of him taking action today, Han Jiankun must remember, First Uncle must remember, and even the surrounding neighbors must remember.

As long as they were involved in this matter, they all had to remember his kindness.

The Yan family must also remember!

No matter who in their family suffered, who was unhappy, or uncomfortable, they had to remember the favor of Li Xuewu helping in the future.

If they couldn't remember, then Li Xuewu would have to help them recall this matter.

When he returned home, the three of them had long finished eating; Li Xue and Ji Yuxiu had made an appointment to go out and play, and Zhao Yafang was organizing accounts at home.

Li Xuewu turned on the little monster to listen to the news, eating and chatting with the three of them.

Just as he was talking about Li Xue asking him for pocket money before, the little monster suddenly broadcasted:

"The 13th issue of 'Red Flag' magazine published an editorial: 'A very small number of people are adopting new forms to deceive the broad masses, opposing the 14 articles, and stubbornly persisting in the capitalist line...'"

"'The capitalist line must be thoroughly criticized.'"

Li Xuewu, who was eating, was stunned for a moment; he slowly put the steamed bun in his hand into the bowl, stopped the topic he was laughing about, and listened to the news seriously.

And the few people in the room were all in the system, so they could tell the high and low, good and bad.

Zhao Yafang walked out of the inner room holding her waist, stood at the door listening, while Li Xue and Ji Yuxiu leaned toward the little monster, somewhat surprised and somewhat puzzled.

Li Xuewu's brows gradually furrowed; on this day, publishing such an editorial, what it meant was self-evident.

Especially since this editorial proposed the problem for the first time.

Li Xue and Ji Yuxiu were young and had experienced little, so they might not understand deeply, only knowing the situation had changed.

While Zhao Yafang had received learning in this area at school and often listened to the news at home, understanding the situation, she was very clear about the influence behind this editorial.

Her gaze turned to Li Xuewu; seeing Li Xuewu's reaction, she knew the second younger brother-in-law also understood.

This was not only a criticism of the main team members hosting work at the current stage during the early period of the university study activities, but also exerted greater pressure on leading cadres who held resistant emotions.

Li Xuewu finally understood why Li Huai De was fearless, and what he intended to use as a backup to clear out Yang Yuansong.

It was just that he thought too highly of Yang Yuansong; the pit prepared was dug too big, and Yang Yuansong hadn't even fallen into the pit before he was exhausted halfway.

Too unprofessional!

Li Xuewu shook his head slightly; he could only say Li Huai De was too unprofessional in digging pits.

It wasn't like him... uh, he never pitted people... they were all good brothers, good friends.

Li Huai De didn't know where he got the news; knowing there was such a pit, he prepared it for Yang Yuansong.

When to fall, when to die, he couldn't calculate accurately; the plan's success rate could only be said to be fifty-fifty.

In the eyes of a master pit-digger, the highest realm of digging a pit should be having a pit in hand and putting it under the other party's feet at any time.

Li Xuewu also knew about this, but he didn't remember the specific time and the cause event.

Hearing the news, he considered himself to have understood, revisited history, and had more insights.

In the editorial article, it seemed like nothing was said, and nothing was directly mentioned.

However, its fundamental meaning was to overthrow the previous management model, including a series of reform measures after the work team, which were all voided.

Actually, the work team was a remedial measure that Mr. Zhou and the others had no choice but to take; they wanted to make up for the losses to society and production economy since the start of the university study activities.

But this was like holding a small shovel to block a collapsing dam; it was a drop in the bucket and caused a pile of trouble.

With this editorial out today, Li Xuewu could foresee that the future wind direction should be unfavorable to these few, and who knew how many people would come down again.

Because of the publication of this editorial, Li Xuewu had no mind to eat breakfast.

He didn't even notice the news on the radio announcing that the above was going to meet the little brats for the fourth time.

First, he went back to the back courtyard to call Steel City and Ying City, reported this matter in time, and discussed the next situation with Dong Wenxue and Xu Sinian.

The two were hosting work in Steel City and Ying City respectively, so they weren't very sensitive to the political wind vane—the capital.

Especially the influence of external situation changes on the internal steel mill, which would inevitably affect their own work and life plans.

Both were top leaders, not only having to manage business but also organization and life; the changes in external situation were the wind vane for work changes for leaders like them.

Li Xuewu was concerned about the steel mill and several layout points, and was more professional in dealing with these matters, but also more worried.

When visiting his godmother, Li Xuewu also discussed and sought solutions with Zheng Shusen on this issue.

Zheng Shusen was at the center of the whirlwind, feeling greater power and influence, and explained it more comprehensively and thoroughly to Li Xuewu.

This was the benefit of the relationship network; Li Xuewu could come into contact with the most core ideological changes and political fluctuations above.

Zheng Shusen was also willing to discuss and communicate these things with Li Xuewu; he stood high and saw far, with a high level, but Li Xuewu happened to understand and could keep up.

The most critical thing was that Li Xuewu could also give his own thoughts and suggestions, which Zheng Shusen appreciated very much.

In the younger generation, he had seen many, but there was no one as exquisite and transparent as Li Xuewu.

And the more he communicated with Li Xuewu, the more dissatisfied he was with his own son.

Comparing people will kill you, comparing goods will make you throw them away.

Li Xuewu didn't mean to compare with anyone, and even less had the mind to compete for favor at his godmother's house.

How old was he, why still play this kind of child's game; adults only talk about interests and thoughts.

In terms of ideology, he could infinitely tolerate, understand, and respect other people's opinions and attitudes.

In terms of interest pursuit, he sought coordination, communication, cooperation, and win-win results.

Li Xuewu firmly believed that people liking him was definitely not because he was handsome; there were many people more handsome than him.

It wasn't because he was talented; in the capital, talents gathered, and who was he?

He knew well that what he could make people admire was nothing more than his head.

Whether it was above or below, it was powerful enough! ===== CHAPTER 852 =====