Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

This weekend, Zhang Dabiao took Qin Jingru, Yushui, and Mu Wanqing to Beihai Park to find an open space for a picnic.

Spread out the sheets, and those who want to read can read, and those who want to cook can cook—it's very pleasant.

If he's forced to help, how about I play "Today is a Good Day" or "Xi Shuashua" on a suona for you guys?

As for fishing...

There are more anglers than fish in Beihai Park, so I'm not going to join the fun.

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At the banquet in the courtyard, Madam Jia Zhang had a sullen face and chewed a steamed bun for half a quarter of an hour.

Yi Zhonghai sat down next to her and whispered words of comfort: "Aunt Jia, everything's done, try to think positively..."

"Think positively?"

Madam Jia sneered, "Old Yi, you make it sound so easy. Dongxu died such a tragic death, and his funeral was so shabby. How am I supposed to accept that?"

Her gaze swept over everyone in the courtyard, each one seeming like an enemy. She muttered venomously, "These ingrates, I'll never forget a single one of them!"

In Jia Zhangshi's mind, not helping the Jia family was a crime!

Her husband and son are dead, so why are these people still alive and well?

You are all guilty! You are all guilty!

Yi Zhonghai had no choice but to give up and let him do whatever he wanted.

No matter how I tried to persuade them, it was no use.

Xu Damao made a brief appearance at the banquet and then left; he still had to take care of tomorrow's wedding feast.

In the afternoon, Jia Zhangshi locked herself in the west wing and didn't come out for a long time.

It wasn't until evening that Jia Zhangshi finally came out, her eyes red and swollen, but her face unusually calm.

"Huai Ru," she said, her voice hoarse, "the workstation issue can't be delayed any longer. You'll have to fill in."

A glint flashed in Qin Huairu's eyes, but she immediately lowered her head: "Mom, I'll listen to you."

"But there's a condition," Jia Zhangshi stared at her, her gaze piercing, "you have to sign and put your fingerprint on this document."

"Documents?"

"Yes." Madam Jia pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her bosom. She had asked Yi Zhonghai to write it a few days ago; she had planned it all along.

"First, you are not allowed to remarry. You were born a member of the Jia family, and you will die a member of the Jia family. If you dare to have any other thoughts, I will ruin your reputation!"

"Secondly, the workstation belongs to the Jia family, not you. When Banggeng reaches the appropriate age, you'll have to pass it on to him."

Qin Huairu bit her lip: "Mom, I promise..."

"And..." Madam Jia sneered.

"You need to get an IUD. Every widow knows her own wife; if you really want to seduce men, I might not be able to stop you, but you can't have an illegitimate child and claim a share of the Jia family's wealth!"

Qin Huairu's face turned deathly pale: "Mom, how could you say that? I'm pregnant..."

"Let's talk about it after this one is born," said Madam Jia, waving her hand.

"When we go to the hospital, I'll go with you and watch you go!"

Qin Huairu lowered her eyes, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll write it."

In the west wing, Qin Huairu wrote her name stroke by stroke under the dim light, and even pressed her fingerprint on it. There was an indescribable light flashing in her eyes.

"Huai Ru, from now on, in the courtyard, I'll play the good cop and you'll play the bad cop. We have to protect the Jia family."

"Okay, Mom, I understand."

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Yi Zhonghai stayed at home, drinking alone, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Jia Dongxu died, and his retirement plans fell through.

Jia Zhangshi harbors resentment, Qin Huairu... it's hard to say anything now, and that kid Banggeng is still too young.

It's not safe to entrust one's retirement to the Jia family.

As for Sha Zhu...

After thinking it over for a moment, he went to buy some more things and then went to the backyard.

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Xu Damao went to the Lou family's house in the afternoon and gave Lou Xiao'e some instructions.

His father, Xu Fugui, his mother, and Xu Xiaoling were decorating the bridal chamber in the courtyard house, so he didn't need to worry about it.

As for the silly moth, he needs to give her a lot of advice. Although Jia Dongxu's funeral has already taken place, who knows what kind of crazy thing that old hag might do tomorrow? He needs to be careful.

"Da Mao, is it really that serious?" Lou Xiao'e thought Xu Da Mao was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"No matter what, the Jia family shouldn't cause trouble at your wedding banquet, right?"

"As for," Xu Damao said through gritted teeth.

"That family has absolutely no bottom line. But don't worry, I've invited Factory Director Li and the union chairman tomorrow; the Jia family won't dare to act recklessly."

Lou Xiao'e sighed, "How did this courtyard become like this..."

In her memory, courtyard number 95 was where Sha Zhu and Xu Damao were always acting crazy, and Zhang Dabiao would occasionally organize gatherings; it was a lot of fun.

but now……

"Well, each family has its own needs. For example, the Jia family wants to do nothing but collect money, ideally with the entire household supporting them."

"Yi Zhonghai and the old deaf man were thinking that someone would take care of them in their old age, and the whole hospital would have to support them and listen to their opinions."

"But the others aren't stupid either. Ever since Da Biao exposed everything at the beginning of last year, the conflict has intensified."

"You see, Jia Dongxu's death is just the beginning; there's more to come."

Xu Damao casually remarked that there were indeed smart people in the courtyard, but after those messy things were exposed last year, everyone saw through it all.

"Anyway, you're going to stick to me tomorrow, never leaving my side. If anything happens, hide behind the boss, understand?"

Lou Xiao'e nodded, but her heart was pounding with anxiety.

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The wedding banquet of Xu Damao was held as scheduled the next day.

As soon as it was light, Xu Damao got up and cleaned the yard again. The wedding banquet was in the evening, and after the banquet, they would play pranks on the newlyweds.

Li Huaide and the union chairman arrived around 4 p.m. and sat at the head of the table in the backyard drinking tea, which was a way of showing support for Xu Damao.

Just as the banquet was about to begin, Jia Zhangshi indeed rushed over in a flurry, carrying a large bowl, and it was immediately clear what she wanted to do.

Xu Fugui blocked her way and said with a smile, "Aunt Jia, today is my son's big day."

"If you put the bowl back and eat your meal properly, I'll thank you."

"But if you dare to cause trouble—"

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhangshi was immediately displeased. "My son is dead, and you won't even let me use a bowl to serve food at the banquet? Isn't this bullying me?"

"What's wrong, Xu Fugui? What else could it be?!"

"Are you trying to bully our Jia family's orphaned children and widow?!"

"Old Jia..."

When Jia Zhangshi goes crazy, she doesn't care whether there are leaders present or not.

Yi Zhonghai quickly came over to persuade Xu Fugui, asking what was wrong with letting Jia Zhangshi bring the large bowl?

Her family is already in such a terrible state, how can you, Xu Fugui, be so heartless?

But he had only just opened his mouth when he said, "Old Xu..."

Xu Fugui made a shushing gesture, then remained silent, smiling as he looked at Bang Geng, glancing twice at Bang Geng's pants.

Madam Jia Zhang didn't understand and was still preparing to summon the spirit on the spot. Wasn't she afraid that the Xu family wouldn't compromise?

But Yi Zhonghai understood, broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly stepped forward to cover Jia Zhangshi's mouth and dragged her aside.

"Shut up, Jia Zhangshi!"

"If you don't want your Jia family line to end, then shut up!"