An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

Twenty days have passed since he transmigrated, and this is the first time Jiang Baobin has ever seen anyone dare to dress like this.

Hehe, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The shape of a married woman's hips is quite different from that of a virgin.

Gee!

It was probably hot inside, because the boy sat in the covered walkway, grinning foolishly without any real purpose.

The woman, though adorned with gold and silver, was very patient, feeding him bite by bite.

This heartwarming scene reminded Jiang Baobin of his childhood.

He had little memory of his parents, only that they were truck drivers and had an accident.

He remembers that his grandmother took care of him the most, so the bond between them was very strong.

"Are you Mr. Jiang?" the woman greeted him with a smile.

Seemingly oblivious, Jiang Baobin's gaze had just swept over him countless times.

Jiang Baobin forced a smile: "You're Mrs. Gao?"

The woman neither said yes nor no, but smiled, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Jiang Baobin gestured with his chin towards the somewhat timid boy: "What's wrong with the child...?"

"It's my son," Mrs. Gao said quickly.

That answer, well, it makes sense.

Since the other person didn't want to say more, Jiang Baobin changed the subject and said, "He's quite nice, fair-skinned and clean-cut. What's his name?"

Mrs. Gao was quite happy to see that he didn't dislike the child...

"His name is Junbao, and he's twelve years old."

Holy crap! What a bunch of bullshit!

My mom is a fashion icon who dares to wear revealing clothes, and her son shares the same name as Zhang Sanfeng (a famous Chinese figure in Chinese mythology), and even has the same character as her!

"Call him Brother Jiang, Junbao, call him, call him Brother Jiang." Mrs. Gao tried to teach the child to greet people.

But Junbao clearly had his own ideas, turning his head to the side and not even looking at Jiang Baobin.

Mrs. Gao felt helpless and somewhat embarrassed.

Jiang Baobin was very perceptive; he quickly offered her a way out: "It's okay, you'll get to know her better as you get to know her."

Mrs. Gao quickly said, "Yes, yes, our Junbao is such a good boy, he's always so well-behaved..."

Just then, a "tinkling" sound came from the main room, like a guqin or a pipa.

Anyway, Jiang Baobin didn't realize it; he was a complete novice in this area and couldn't even find a way to appear cultured.

Mrs. Gao smiled and invited, "Mr. Jiang, please come and listen to my daughter play the piano and sing when you have time."

"I'm not bragging, but Yueyuan's musical skills and singing are unparalleled in Changchun! Countless high-ranking officials and nobles would love to have her perform."

Jiang Baobin was stunned again: Could Gao Yueyuan be an artist?

To enjoy the performance, you need to buy tickets from scalpers.

I heard that this is the kind of treatment Boss Mei enjoys, but Gao Yueyuan must be far from getting it, right?

Just as Jiang Baobin was imagining things, Jiang Daya poked her little head out from the moon gate and called out to Third Brother.

She had heard his voice in the courtyard, but he hadn't come home for a long time.

The little girl, who had already finished harvesting the dried vegetables, finally couldn't resist coming to find them.

Jiang Baobin greeted Mrs. Gao and entered through the moon gate.

On the way, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that the Gao family was suspicious, and each of them had an indescribable air about them.

Before he could figure it out, Jiang Daya interrupted him:

"Third Brother, why are you only just getting back? Everyone on the street has already finished eating."

Jiang Baobin shrugged: "I can't just stop people from eating because we're making dumplings."

Jiang Daya chuckled, knowing that her third brother was teasing her again.

Jiang Baobin first went to check the coal briquettes; they had hardened and could be stacked up.

No rush, we can do it tomorrow morning, it'll be cool then.

As for the vegetables that were dried in the sun, these are the fruits of my sister's labor, and they deserve high praise.

That way, the little guy will have the motivation.

After entering the house, Jiang Baobin took out a piece of pork wrapped in cardboard from his bag.

"Wow! So many?" Jiang Daya was astonished.

Even with eight members in my family, we've never dared to buy so much meat at once before!

"Yeah, it cost me over two cents. How about it? Pretty good, right? I specially asked the boss to save the 'top pork belly' for me."

"Hey! Isn't everyone saying 'five pieces of pork' is good?"

(Will any experts read this? Hehe)

"That's layman's talk. Lower pork belly is suitable for braising and steamed pork, but if you're talking about mincing filling, you have to use upper pork belly. It's got enough fat, and it's incredibly fragrant!"

The little girl grinned, "Who cares? As long as it's meat, it'll taste good."

Then she felt sorry for it: "Actually, cutting half would have been enough. This must weigh more than a pound, it's too much."

"If you don't cut enough, it'll just taste sweet but not good!"

"But there's too much meat; I'm afraid I won't make enough dough."

"Duh, just put in more filling, that'll be enough."

"That's such a waste."

"Hey! How can you call it a waste when you've already eaten it yourself?"

"You can't just do that, can you? You have to take it slow and steady. Besides, we still have to send a plate to the neighborhood."

"Alright, you're really good at managing money. How about this, for our own consumption, we'll make the filling bigger."

"Give it to the neighbor next door, make the filling a little smaller, then the best of both worlds will be achieved."

"Oh! Isn't this a bad idea?" Jiang Daya looked at her third brother with a conflicted expression.

I noticed he was trying not to laugh.

Realizing she'd been tricked again, the girl stomped her foot and went to chop meat.

Jiang Baobin lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), resting while pondering things—

Often, plans can't keep up with changes; it's as if there's a hand in the dark, constantly controlling you.

Rushing headlong toward the unknown future, is this the power of the system?

Sigh, to put it bluntly, it's all because I was too greedy.

Money, oh money! How can I be so easily swayed by it?

Once you face it, you're bound to surrender. Am I really that greedy?

The sound of a piano drifted from next door again, and Jiang Baobin's eyelids grew heavy; he had actually fallen asleep...

When I was woken up, the dumplings were already cooked.

Jiang Baobin discovered that dumplings are truly a wonderful thing; no matter how much meat is inside, no flavor escapes.

Unlike the last few times, when we stewed chicken and cooked meat to replenish blood, good heavens, the whole courtyard was filled with the smell.

Even the eldest sister-in-law couldn't stand being alone, and "released" that kid Jiang Hongsheng over several times.

It's decided then and there. From now on, I'll make more dumplings and less stewed meat to avoid attracting hatred.

Mentioning his neighbors, Jiang Baobin suddenly remembered—why hadn't he finished the task assigned by the system?

A bunch of old women plus the deaf old lady at the end, surely they can't control a sister-in-law?

Since they're not doing a good job, it seems I'll have to find a way to provoke them.

the next day.

As previously agreed, Jiang Baobin did not go to the hospital, but went directly to Smith's house.

However, foreigners' schedules are much later than the early-to-bed, early-to-rise routines that Chinese people are used to.

So Jiang Baobin still had time to run to the main gate of "Peking Union Medical College Hospital" to find that unlucky guy who made pancakes yesterday.

We have to resolve this issue; we can't let people get away with this without consequence.

They didn't see anyone.

I asked other business people and found out that the man's name was Yang Lao Er.

Because I lost all my capital yesterday, I didn't set up my stall today.