Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Joins the Army, Presses an AK-47 with One Hand

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The purity of love.

"Traveler?"

Tang Qingfang didn't understand what it meant. After all, she had never read any time-travel novels. She was a genuine, pure local from the 1950s. In fact, the fact that Tang Qingfang wasn't scared unconscious by He Yuzhu's [God-level Sign-in System] showed that her mental fortitude was ridiculously strong. Thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Tang Qingfang was a woman who had truly experienced the baptism of gunfire on the battlefield, and her heart was far more resolute than that of most men.

He Yuzhu gestured for Tang Qingfang to sit down.

As the two enjoyed a candlelight dinner, He Yuzhu explained the specific meaning of "time traveler" to Tang Qingfang, and also told her about the situation in the world he came from.

Tang Qingfang was like a curious child, asking all sorts of questions.

He Yuzhu and Tang Qingfang, newly married, are enjoying a sweet life together.

Meanwhile, Yi Zhonghai and an older woman were at home, constantly watching He Yuzhu and Tang Qingfang through the window.

An older woman said, "He Yuzhu's girlfriend, the head nurse, hasn't even come out of the house yet. Are they already in bed?"

Yi Zhonghai: "He definitely went to bed with her. He Yuzhu is a soldier, full of vigor and passion. He's much more vigorous than a normal man. I don't believe that since he brought Tang Qingfang into his home, he couldn't possibly not have had some kind of relationship with her. How could that kid He Yuzhu resist the temptation of such a beautiful woman like Tang Qingfang? I've watched him grow up since he was a kid. He's incredibly lecherous, but he hides it very well. He's like He Daqing; he can't resist women."

The two of them planned to see the shadows of He Yuzhu and Tang Qingfang through the curtains.

But we can't see it.

An older woman said, "Zhonghai, when are we going to report He Yuzhu for committing hooliganism?"

Yi Zhonghai shook his head: "No, we can't be the villain. We can't be the one who offends He Yuzhu. He has too much power behind him. Not only can we not afford to offend He Yuzhu, but we also can't afford to offend his friends and comrades."

The older woman fell into deep thought upon hearing Yi Zhonghai's words.

Then give a thumbs up.

"Old man."

"You're so thoughtful."

Yi Zhonghai continued, "However, if no one takes action against He Yuzhu, then we must take action. Let's wait. Someone should start taking action in the middle of the night. Let's not sleep tonight and witness He Yuzhu's capture. That kid is still in the arms of a woman. He probably doesn't care about being a hooligan anymore. Moreover, he has been blinded by the tactic of praising him to death. He thinks that no one dares to offend him. He is still too young. He Yuzhu is very wrong to think like that. There are many brainless hotheads in our institute."

An older woman muttered, "Tang Qingfang must not come out, must not come out. We must catch them red-handed."

Yi Zhonghai and an older woman went directly to the altar at home to offer incense to a statue of Guanyin.

The couple bowed.

"He Yuzhu must die!"

Yi Zhonghai looked up at the Bodhisattva, his eyes filled with hostility.

……

same time.

Yan Bugui's family.

The steaming dumplings are ready.

All the dumplings were placed on a plate.

Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, an old lady, and Yan Bugui, four people, each with an empty bowl in front of them.

"Snapped!"

Yan Jiefang couldn't resist picking up a dumpling with his chopsticks to eat, but Yan Bugui slapped his hand.

"Just like before, we'll share the dumplings."

"This is fair to everyone."

"I'll divide them."

"Liberate one, I'll take one; Yan Jiecheng one, I'll take one; your mother one, I'll take one..."

Yan Bugui began distributing the dumplings.

Yan Bugui quickly filled his bowl to the brim with dumplings, while his two sons and wife each had only three dumplings in their bowls.

"Eat up, everyone. Let's start eating. After we finish, we'll continue sharing the dumplings," Yan Bugui said calmly.

He didn't feel anything was wrong with his bowl being full of dumplings, or with other people's bowls not even having enough dumplings at the bottom.

Shamelessness is invincible.

At this moment, Yan Jiecheng was somewhat unhappy because he had started working and earning money, and had some confidence. He said to Yan Bugui, "Dad, why do we eat so little while you eat so much?"

Yan Bugui explained, "I've raised you two boys since you were little. Can't we split the dumplings 50/50? One for you and one for me, is there a problem?"

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang were speechless for a moment because of Yan Bugui.

Indeed, they were raised by Yan Bugui, and there's no way to explain it; when it comes to such a debt of gratitude, they feel inferior to Yan Bugui.

The three women asked, "And me, I have little too."

Yan Bugui said, "We are husband and wife, but I am the only one who earns money at home. For so many years, I have always been the one supporting you. Can't we split the profits 50/50?"

The old woman remained silent; she never earned any money and had no face to say more.

“As the head of the family, I think it’s fair that I share the dumplings with you all,” Yan Bugui said.

Faced with Yan Bugui's sophistry, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, and the three aunts remained silent.

It was filled with dissatisfaction.

Chapter 143 God-level Singing Skills

Yan Bugui ate four full bowls of dumplings, while Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiecheng, and the three aunts only ate one bowl each.

There were about 10 dumplings left on the plate.

Yan Bugui patted his bulging belly and said, "Alright, I'll take the loss. I won't share the dumplings anymore; you three can share them."

"We workers have power..."

After saying this, Yan Bugui hummed a little tune and went outside for a walk to digest his food. "A hundred steps after a meal means you'll live to ninety-nine."

Looking at the dumplings on the plate, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, and the three aunts didn't say a word and silently shared the dumplings.

After the three aunties finished eating, they went to wash the dishes.

Yan Jiecheng said to Yan Jiefang, "Our dad is really a scoundrel. No wonder people call him Old Calculator behind his back. He's stingy with outsiders, and he's just as stingy with his own family. If I split up the family in the future, I won't take care of him in his old age. He's too much of a scoundrel. He's calculating, and I'm calculating with him. Our whole family is calculating with each other."

Yan Jiefang nodded emphatically upon hearing his elder brother's words, "Scheming and backstabbing, it's like anyone can do that. Does Yan Bugui really think he's invincible? His petty tricks are just about taking advantage of others; they have no skill whatsoever."

The two brothers were speaking ill of Yan Bugui behind his back.

The family has excellent traditions.

A scene of prosperity and flourishing.

……

He Yuzhu and Tang Qingfang had finished their meal. The table was full of food, and there was far too much left over. He Yuzhu stuffed the leftovers back into the [Mountain and Water Space]. He told Lao Liu to eat the rest himself, and to throw away any leftovers. Even though He Yuzhu donated 10 billion tons of grain to the country, he still couldn't finish all the food.

There's so much food that it's making us dizzy.

"Do you like listening to music?" He Yuzhu asked Tang Qingfang.

"Of course I like listening to music." Tang Qingfang nodded emphatically.

The dance troupe was located not far from their dormitory at the steel mill's general hospital.

Tang Qingfang often listened to the singing there.

Sometimes she would also try to sing.

He Yuzhu then took out the piano from the [Landscape Space]: "I'll sing you a song."

He Yuzhu possesses god-level singing skills, a god-level voice, and a god-level instrumental mastery, but he has never sung or played music for anyone before. He wants to dedicate his first time to his wife.

He will have countless firsts for his wife in the future.

"Husband~~"

Tang Qingfang's eyes were filled with tears at this moment.

He Yuzhu cleared his throat.

Start playing and singing.

"Ding!"

He Yuzhu pressed the piano keys, and a crisp sound immediately filled the room.

Extremely pleasant to the ear.

Tang Qingfang watched her husband playing the piano.

So cool.

"I've forgotten how long it's been."

I haven't heard from you since.