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

It was so satisfying to teach that arrogant Liu Haizhong a lesson.

"You two, watch him finish his food, don't let him waste it."

Director Lu said to the two security personnel.

The ultimate humiliation would come when Liu Haizhong finished the meal that had been given to him as charity.

The crowd in the cafeteria had long since dispersed, but many people still couldn't help but glance in this direction, witnessing the entire incident.

Everyone has witnessed the skill of He Daqing, the newly appointed canteen director.

In a few words, he cleared his name, punished the provocateur, and didn't forget to seek benefits for the people in the second canteen.

His outward appearance is impeccable, yet he manages to push Liu Haizhong to the brink of despair.

He's ruthless; he kills without shedding blood. You shouldn't mess with him normally.

Looking at the full lunchbox in his hand, Liu Haizhong would normally be in a great mood all day if he could get this much food, but today he was not happy at all.

Her eyes welled up with tears, which streamed down her cheeks and dripped into her lunchbox.

Liu Haizhong had no idea how he managed to finish his meal, nor how he managed to get leave and climb back home.

He only remembers crying his heart out and crying for a long time.

After paying for the medical expenses of everyone in the canteen and the injured workers, Liu Haizhong continued to work at the steel rolling mill.

Unlike before, he became much quieter and no longer enjoyed engaging in lively conversations with his coworkers.

Instead of eating in the cafeteria, they choose to have all three meals at home.

After the farce in the canteen, the way people in the factory and the compound looked at He Daqing changed drastically.

Those who benefited from the Second Canteen followed He Daqing's lead and were completely convinced of his merits.

No one dared to cause trouble in the cafeteria, and no one questioned the legitimacy of Director He Daqing anymore.

Chapter 40 Night School

As the canteen director, He Daqing's work became even busier, and he had to postpone his return home considerably.

Even though time was tight, He Daqing did not give up his plan to attend night school.

After returning home and having dinner, He Daqing prepared to take his family to night school.

"Brother Daqing, lately the neighbors in the courtyard have been looking at our neighbor a little strangely."

Qin Huairu was clearing away the dishes when she suddenly asked a question.

"It's probably because my job title changed."

He Daqing didn't take it to heart; it was a good thing that his neighbors were wary of him.

These bastards are always bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. Showing their muscles can prevent some fools from causing trouble.

"Recently, Liu Haizhong's family has been quite noisy. You can hear the older children's voices in the backyard every day."

Liu Guangqi and his two companions were running around the yard, covered in red welts; they looked quite pitiful.

News of Liu Haizhong's defeat in the canteen had already reached the courtyard.

Everyone privately mocked Liu Haizhong for overestimating himself, and even Qin Huairu, who usually didn't meddle in other people's business, heard a lot of gossip.

Some of them were not very friendly to He Daqing, which worried Qin Huairu.

"Liu Haizhong brought this upon himself; he has only himself to blame."

He committed the crime himself, causing unrest in the factory, so he deserves to be punished.

He just didn't seem to realize his mistake at all.

He Daqing analyzed as he put on his clothes.

"If the father is not kind, the son will not be filial."

Liu Haizhong is now even hitting his eldest son, whom he dotes on the most.

When he gets old, he'll suffer a lot.

Let's just live our own lives and ignore them.

Suffering does not necessarily make a person grow; it may even distort them.

The bangs became increasingly distorted.

He blamed all his mistakes on others, without reflecting on his own problems at all.

He always felt like a firewood carrier who was freezing to death.

He was so passionate about serving the people, yet he met a tragic end. It's truly an injustice of fate, a blindness of heaven.

Little did he know, he was only doing it for his own selfish desires.

It's not about helping others; it's about bringing a lump of stuff and smearing it in everyone's faces.

It's no wonder people are grateful to him.

"It's getting late, let's pack up and set off."

I'll go call for Rainwater.

He Daqing got dressed and headed towards Yushui's room.

Yu Shui was extremely reluctant to attend night school.

Having classes during the day and studying at night is just too torturous.

The little girl stayed in bed, intending to express her dissatisfaction with her father.

Unfortunately, He Daqing didn't indulge her. He directly pulled her out of bed, ordered her to get dressed, and prepared to leave.

No pain, no gain. If you want to go to university after the rain, this little bit of effort won't be enough.

We need to seize the time and study hard.

Moreover, none of the children in the courtyard studied seriously, and the atmosphere was not good. He Daqing did not want his daughter to be like them.

Riding bicycles, the family huddled together in the cold evening wind, and after a long journey, they finally arrived at the night school in the east of the city.

The night school was built in several interconnected tile-roofed houses. On the front wall was a small blackboard, and behind it were rows of old chairs with mottled patterns and cracks, showing how many years they had been there.

Due to insufficient lighting, students sitting in the back row may not even be able to see the words on the blackboard if they have poor eyesight.

Fortunately, He Daqing's family arrived relatively early and managed to get a spot in the middle row.

I can hear the teacher clearly in class without missing a beat.

That's right, He Daqing is the guy who slacks off.

In his previous life, He Daqing had received higher education, and in this era, it wouldn't be difficult to get a university degree, let alone a junior high school diploma.

I attend night school to get a diploma and add some prestige to my resume.

Secondly, it's to cultivate a positive, studious persona.

Whether you study diligently or not is not important; what matters is making your superiors think that you are motivated to learn.

Only in this way can we live up to the expectations of the organization and leaders.

To secure a place in the wave that will come a few years later.

He Daqing sat in the middle, with Qin Huairu and Yushui on his left and right.

The family took out their textbooks and pens, which they had prepared in advance, and placed their hands flat on the table, ready to listen to the lesson.

Once all the students arrived, rows of seats were filled with students, totaling nearly a hundred people.

A young man dressed in a gray cloth gown entered the classroom on time.

There was no roll call or opening ceremony; the teacher simply picked up the chalk and began writing and drawing on the blackboard to start the lesson.

The students attending night school vary greatly in age and knowledge level, making it impossible for teachers to cater to everyone.

Since most of the trainees have already entered the workforce, their quality varies greatly.

With limited teaching resources, how much a student can learn depends on their individual aptitude.

To be honest, there are quite a few people like He Daqing who just want to get a degree without actually doing so.

The most important thing is for everyone to live in harmony and get what they need.

During the two-hour class, only Qin Huairu listened attentively among the family.

While catching fish, He Daqing also tutored his wife and daughter in their studies.

As Qin Huairu listened to her husband's vivid explanation, her admiration grew even stronger.

"Brother Daqing, you're amazing."

It felt better than what the teacher on stage was saying.

He Daqing smiled slightly and touched his wife's soft little hand.

"I study hard in my spare time."

Don't let my primary school education fool you; I know just as much as a graduate with a full junior high school education.

When the time was up, the teacher immediately announced the end of get out of class, showing no desire to extend the class time.

The students present quickly packed up their belongings and scattered like birds and beasts.

Working during the day is already exhausting enough, and then studying so much complicated knowledge at night is truly physically and mentally draining.

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Everyone was eager to go home and fall asleep in bed.

He Daqing did not leave immediately, but instead went up to the young teacher who was giving the lecture and called him back.

"Hello, Teacher Wei, I am He Daqing, the head of the No. 2 canteen at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill."

He Daqing took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes and handed it to Teacher Wei.

Glancing at the cigarette pack, a faint smile appeared on Teacher Wei's cold face.