Siheyuan: A master brewer starts with a jar of bone-strengthening wine!

Ding!Ding!Ding!

It was as if six little stars popped out of her head, two more than before.

"Aaaaaah!" Jia Dongxu roared from the other end, "Liu Dong! I'll kill you! I'll really kill you!"

Oh shit!

Make my wife wash my underwear!

He's holding my wife's hand!

And now they actually dare to pat her butt?!

"Liu Dong!" His eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse. "You just wait! I'll change my name if I don't kill you!"

Liu Dong then spoke slowly, his tone calm yet authoritative: "Comrade Huai Ru, I was too hasty just now and was a bit offensive. I apologize."

Qin Huairu lowered her head, her ears turning bright red, and muttered softly, "It's nothing... Dong-ge, you said it yourself, a friendship that transcends gender..."

"Yes!" Liu Dong immediately replied seriously, "That's what I was thinking too! I was just trying to help!"

He turned and glared at Jia Dongxu, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Jia Dongxu, are you even being reasonable? Qin Huairu and I are completely innocent. If you don't believe me, call everyone in the courtyard, and we'll settle this face to face!"

"you……"

Jia Dongxu was furious.

Above their heads, one after another, small axes formed from pent-up anger appeared with a "bang, bang, bang" sound—

One, two, three...

In the blink of an eye, a full ten small axes were hanging on his forehead!

The hatred level has been instantly ignited!

Should we call the neighbors to settle the matter?

Do you want me to expose our family's dirty laundry?

How am I supposed to hold my head high in the future?

"You just wait and see!" Jia Dongxu grabbed Qin Huairu's wrist. "Go home! And don't you dare talk to him again!"

Qin Huairu subconsciously shook off his hand and silently followed him back into the house, but her steps unconsciously slowed down by half a beat.

After the two left, Liu Dong walked over and patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder: "Zhuzi, thank you for earlier."

He Yuzhu's eyes instantly reddened: "Brother...you're too good to me..."

Liu Dong was dumbfounded: What's going on?

He Yuzhu choked up, "Everyone else calls me 'Silly Zhu,' but you call me 'Zhu Zi' (Pillar)... I... I'm so touched... Waaaaah..."

Liu Dong understood, and chuckled as he patted his head: "It was my fault. I won't call you 'Silly Pillar' anymore. I'll just call you Pillar, okay?"

"Mmm-hmm!" He Yuzhu nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

A moment later, he lowered his voice and asked slyly, "Brother Dong... how does it feel? Like... Sister Qin's ass..."

"Comrade He Yuzhu!" Liu Dong immediately straightened his face, speaking righteously and sternly, "How could you think such a thing? I was just helping her brush off the mud! I'm clean and have a clear conscience!"

"Didn't I say? A friendship that transcends gender is indiscriminate!"

"Slapping her butt is like slapping you!"

After saying that, Liu Dong straightened his back and walked away with an upright expression.

He Yuzhu watched his retreating figure, took a deep breath, suddenly stood at attention, and snapped to attention: Brother Dong, you are truly a hero!

That's right!

Friendship that transcends gender!

Before Keli could put it down, he secretly raised his hand and lightly patted his bottom twice.

"Hmm... I see? This is what it feels like?"

……

Intermediate People's Court.

Inside Old Jia's house.

Jia Dongxu asked Qin Huairu to sit down, and then quietly went to make tea.

The water was steaming, his eyes were glazed over, and his mind was filled with images—

My wife washes his underwear...

My wife drank the water he poured for her...

My wife lets him hold her hand...

He even patted my butt...

The more I think about it, the more frustrated and heartbroken I feel.

Snap, snap...

Tears fell into the teacup.

"Dongxu?" Old Jia pushed the door open and was startled. "What's wrong? Are you crying?"

"Waaah..." Jia Dongxu sobbed, unable to utter a single word.

"Sigh..." Old Jia patted his son's shoulder, "Don't be sad, it's not your fault... I regretted it too when your mother broke her leg..."

"What a filial child." Liu Dong took the clothes that Qin Huairu had just washed, but instead of hanging them out to dry, he rinsed them twice under the tap.

The water gushed over him, and he rubbed and wrung the garments until most of the water was gone before hanging them one by one on the wire rope outside the side room.

After hanging up the clothes, he turned and went back into the house. The important thing was getting to him—he had to brew wine!

This is no small matter; it's a real big undertaking.

He had previously purchased 140 jars of base liquor, which now needed to be processed in batches. He already had a plan in mind: 100 jars would be made into ordinary liquor to sell, and the rest would be kept to create something with "special effects".

But as soon as I moved the fermentation tank out, something suddenly popped into my head.

Jia Dongxu's resentment towards him had somehow reached its maximum, a full 10 points!

What are we waiting for?

When it's time to act, act!

He immediately found a piece of white paper and quickly wrote down the three characters "Jia Dongxu," adding the address below: No. 7, Nanluoguxiang, Beijing (intermediate courtyard).

Next, pour in the specially made cursed liquor and light it on fire.

Whoops!

A flame shot out, and the piece of paper was instantly burned into a ball of flame, leaving not even ashes.

……

Meanwhile, at the Jia family's residence in the Intermediate People's Court.

Qin Huairu stood up and said with a smile to the elders, "Grandpa, Grandma, I have to go now. My cousin is still waiting for me outside."

Jia Dongxu quickly replied, "Okay, I'll see you out!"

The two went out one after the other and slowly walked along Beiheyan Street.

In the distance, a man stood under an old sycamore tree, next to which was a 28-inch bicycle with a green suitcase strapped to the back seat and a bulging canvas bag hanging in front of the frame, clearly filled with a lot of things.

"This is your cousin?" Jia Dongxu asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes," Qin Huairu nodded, "He's a postman named Wei Dali."

"Oh……"

The three met up, and Wei Dali stood up and urged, "Are you done yet? We should go, it's almost dark."

Jia Dongxu said cheerfully, "Cousin, you've worked hard! Please wait a moment, the convenience store across the street has popsicles, I'll go buy two to cool down!"

Wei Dali did not refuse.

There was a small shop right across the street, and Jia Dongxu could walk across it in no time.

Over here, Qin Huairu pointed to a large machine by the roadside and asked, "Cousin, what kind of machine is that?"

Wei Dali grinned: "Never seen one before, have you? A shotcrete machine!"

"The wall over there was vandalized with graffiti, and the neighborhood committee felt ashamed, so they set up this thing to spray a layer of cement to cover it up."

"They were working just now, but I guess they've stopped now."

Before the words were finished—

Rumble!

The machine jolted violently, the nozzle suddenly activated, and a large gush of mortar sprayed out with a "whoosh".

Without veering too far to either side, Jia Dongxu happened to walk right to the base of the wall.

boom!

The mud slammed into him like cannonballs, so hard that it slammed him against the wall, and he slid down the wall.

"Oh my god!" Jia Dongxu screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The operator immediately shut down the machine, jumped down, and started yelling, "Are you blind? Running right in front of the nozzle? Who told you to get close?"

"It's ruined! It's ruined!" he exclaimed, both angry and anxious. "I just fixed the machine, and you've completely destroyed it! You have to pay! You absolutely have to pay!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Huairu took off running, calling out, "Dongxu! Dongxu!"

Wei Dali also rushed forward, and the two of them hurriedly peeled Jia Dongxu, who was covered in cement, off the wall.