Courtyard House: He Daqing Forces Qin Huairu into Marrying at the Beginning

Yan Bugui didn't want to end up covered in a foul stench.

"Stop it all!"

He Daqing strode through the crowd and arrived at the front line.

"Great Qing, you have finally arrived."

Yan Bugui breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing He Daqing arrive.

Now I don't have to bear the pressure alone anymore.

"Mrs. Jia, your house has been confiscated by the organization and will be redistributed."

If you have any complaints, you can report them to your superiors.

Someone will uphold justice for you.

If you continue to cause trouble in front of the courtyard house, don't blame us for being ruthless.

He Daqing said righteously.

With the establishment of the subdistrict office, most of the houses in the area were transferred to public ownership and resources were reallocated.

If Jia Zhangshi has any complaints, she should just go and reason with the government.

He Daqing wouldn't bother with her any longer.

"You bad seed, you bad seed!"

That house belongs to the Jia family, why should it be given to outsiders!

"Let me tell you, if you don't give me an explanation today, I'm not leaving!"

Jia Zhangshi plopped down near the door and started throwing a tantrum.

"Uncle He, is this Madam Jia Zhang?"

Ma Weiguo soon arrived at the front yard.

"Yes, that's her."

As He Daqing spoke, he glanced at Yan Bugui.

He silently took the stick from the other person's hand.

Yan Bugui was a weak and pedantic scholar with little physical strength.

The stick in one's hand serves at best as a deterrent.

If you want to beat someone up, you need someone as strong as He Daqing.

"Uncle He, this matter started because of me, so let me handle it myself."

Ma Weiguo had recently talked with his neighbors in the courtyard, and combined with previous intelligence, he quickly figured out Jia Zhangshi's identity.

"Alright, this old thief is always up to no good. If we don't clean her up properly, there will be trouble in the future."

He Daqing kindly reminded him.

It is said that every pitiful person has something hateful about them.

Jia Zhangshi's current predicament is entirely of her own making.

If only she had been more diligent and found a job instead of being lazy and extorting money from people everywhere.

Things wouldn't be like they are now, where everyone is against them and there's not a single person willing to help.

"Uncle, I understand."

Ma Weiguo has blood on his hands; he won't show any mercy when dealing with enemies.

"The house I live in now was confiscated from saboteurs."

Therefore, your son is a sabotage element.

Instead of immediately attacking Jia Zhangshi, Ma Weiguo first traced the origins of the house to prove his innocence.

Only with a legitimate reason can one perform well later.

"You're talking nonsense!"

How could my Dongxu be a sabotage element!

He was framed!

The mere mention of her son caused Jia Zhangshi to erupt in fury.

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Her son was Jia Zhangshi's only hope, and she would never allow anyone to extinguish that last glimmer of hope.

Whether it's a frame-up or not is not up to you to decide.

I'm telling you, his current identity is that of a sabotage element.

If you continue to cause trouble, I will report it to the higher-ups.

They said that saboteurs came to the courtyard to disrupt social order.

At that time, we will do everything in our power to track down your son.

Once they found him, they fed him peanuts.

A faint killing intent flickered in Ma Weiguo's eyes.

It is everyone's responsibility to eliminate saboteurs.

"You...you can't do this..."

can not do this!

He is innocent; he has been framed!

Jia Zhangshi sat on the ground and wailed loudly.

The thought of her son possibly being in danger to her was like a knife to her heart.

"Get out of here now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

If you continue to act like a scoundrel, your son will be in real danger.

You wouldn't want your son to die, would you?

Ma Weiguo's voice was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Having fought for many years, Ma Weiguo had seen all sorts of big scenes.

Having weathered mountains of corpses and seas of blood, why would I be afraid of a mere shrew?

"You...you just wait!"

Dongxu, Dongxu will be alright..."

Jia Zhangshi scrambled to her feet, leaned on her cane, and ran out of the courtyard.

Because I wasn't paying attention to my footing, I tripped and fell face-first into the mud when I crossed the threshold.

Even so, she didn't slow down her escape.

It seems they were genuinely frightened.

Seeing this, everyone in the courtyard looked at Ma Weiguo with admiration.

So many people in the front yard couldn't handle Jia Zhangshi, but he resolved the issue with just a few words.

No wonder they were allocated a house, no wonder He Daqing's family went to curry favor with them.

This new neighbor is a capable person.

Chapter 95 The Grain Crisis

With a few words, Ma Weiguo dismissed Jia Zhangshi and displayed his prowess, firmly establishing himself in the courtyard.

For a long time to come, that crazy old woman Jia Zhangshi will not dare to come and cause trouble again.

Meanwhile, the neighbors in the courtyard should think twice before plotting against Ma Weiguo.

"Uncle He, the problem is solved."

Let's go out to eat.

With the minor incident resolved, Ma Weiguo continued with his official duties.

"Okay, let's go."

There were too many people in the group for the bicycles to carry them all, so they decided to walk.

It wasn't late, and the sunset was exceptionally beautiful.

A group of people strolled leisurely down the street, enjoying the cool autumn breeze.

I'm even more excited for the dinner.

When Ma Weiguo first arrived in Beijing, he was not familiar with the city and had never been to a fancy restaurant.

I learned about Cuihualou's reputation from the neighbors in the courtyard.

Therefore, Ma Weiguo was somewhat at a loss when he arrived at the restaurant.

He Daqing was the expert; he handled the arrangements for the banquet with ease.

"Uncle He, I never imagined there were so many intricacies involved in dining out in Beijing."

After ordering, Ma Weiguo leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh of relief.

Every place has its unique food culture.

The Former capital of the Northern Dynasties was a place of great importance.

People in all walks of life tend to be particular about things.

It's now considered simplified and open.

In the past, there were even more rules to follow.