The comeback begins in a courtyard house

Looking at Chen Xueru, who was bending over to measure her waist, Wei Yifeng suddenly felt a strange sensation. He quickly took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Sister Xue Ru, my old clothes are too small, so I don't wear them anymore. Maybe we shouldn't make them anymore?"

Wei Yifeng quickly turned his face away, not daring to look into Chen Xueru's eyes.

Chen Xueru also looked embarrassed. She hurriedly placed the ruler on the counter and then took out a pair of underwear from under the counter and stuffed it into Wei Yifeng's hand.

"This was made to order by a customer for her husband. It should fit you well. I'll make another one for her. Hurry up and put it on."

Holding the soft, smooth underwear, Wei Yifeng blushed and hurriedly ran into the fitting room.

"Pfft! He's young but quite capable. I wonder which girl will end up with him."

Watching Wei Yifeng run inside, Chen Xueru couldn't help but chuckle, the scene from earlier flashing through her mind.

Wei Yifeng took a deep breath as he entered the fitting room, trying his best to calm himself down.

"It's all because of that Qiankun Rejuvenation Pill!"

Unbuckling his belt, Wei Yifeng changed into the silk undergarment.

A few days ago, the system rewarded him with a Qiankun Rejuvenation Pill. The description said that this pill had the effects of strengthening the body, stimulating secondary development, and promoting growth. Looking at the dazzling array of effects, Wei Yifeng did not hesitate at all and directly swallowed the Qiankun Rejuvenation Pill.

After eating it, Wei Yifeng felt warm all over, but didn't feel anything special. At the time, he thought the system was exaggerating its claims.

Unexpectedly, he discovered something was wrong with his body the next morning.

At first, he thought it was just because he was young and energetic, but in the following days, it not only happened every day, but it also became more and more intense.

Of course, the effects of the Rejuvenating Pill are not limited to this aspect. His body has also become much stronger than before, and he is completely different from when he first started.

Moreover, Wei Yifeng discovered that his tolerance to cold had greatly increased. In the freezing cold of winter, he didn't need to wear thick cotton-padded clothes. Otherwise, with the protection of cotton-padded trousers, he wouldn't have embarrassed himself in front of Chen Xueru.

"Sister Xue Ru, maybe we should just forget about it! I...I..."

As he walked out of the fitting room, Wei Yifeng scratched his head sheepishly and muttered something under his breath.

"What are you afraid of! If I'm not afraid, what are you, a grown man, afraid of!"

Looking at the slightly shy boy, Chen Xueru smiled and pulled him closer. Fortunately, Wei Yifeng was determined this time and did not make the same embarrassing mistake again.

"Alright! Today is New Year's Eve. If we rush, we can finish making it tonight. If you're in a hurry to wear it, come and pick it up tonight. If you're not in a hurry, you can come and pick it up after New Year's Day. Anyway, I'm not going to visit any relatives. I live in the back, so you can just come and find me there."

After taking the measurements, Chen Xueru calculated the time and said with a smile.

"Sister Xueru, I'm not in a hurry. I'll come back to pick it up in a few days. I'm going to take my sister to buy New Year's goods first, so I won't take up any more of your time."

Looking at Chen Xueru's smile, Wei Yifeng couldn't help but think of what had just happened. He hurriedly took He Yushui and left the silk shop.

"Phew! Prime Minister Cao wasn't lying to me. Bai Ling and Liu Yu'e are both more than ten years older than me, but they don't have this kind of aura. Could it be that I, like Prime Minister Cao, have a penchant for people?"

After walking quite a distance, Wei Yifeng let out a long breath and muttered to himself that perhaps because he knew that the scar on Chen Xueru's face could be removed, he did not see the scar on Chen Xueru's face.

After taking He Yushui for a walk, Wei Yifeng rode his bicycle back to the courtyard house.

"Hey! Little Wei, you went shopping in the rain. What did you buy with all those bags? Little Wei, your uncle left you a couplet. When are you going to come and get it?"

As soon as I returned to the courtyard house, I saw Yan Bugui setting up a square table in front of his house, with cut-up red paper on it, and writing couplets for the residents of the courtyard.

Yan Bugui took this work very seriously. In this courtyard, he was the only cultured person, so the couplets were basically all written by him every year. Of course, for the shrewd Yan Bugui, giving them away for free was impossible. He charged 15 cents for each couplet, but the cost was no more than 5 cents. This was also an important source of income for him during the New Year.

After Yan Bugui's reminder, Wei Yifeng realized that he really hadn't bought any couplets. If he went out to buy them now, he would waste time. Although Yan Bugui was a shrewd fellow, selling couplets was still considered his earnings.

Reaching into his pocket, Wei Yifeng took out three cents, placed the money in front of Yan Bugui, and said with a smile.

"Thank you for thinking of me, Uncle. Just give me two."

"Hey! Xiao Wei! The price of paper has gone up this year, so it's two cents a pack now. If you want two packs, you'll have to add another cent."

Yan Bugui glanced at the three cents Wei Yifeng had placed in front of him, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. He pushed up his glasses and said with a smile.

"What! Uncle, how come I didn't know the price of paper went up? Since that's the case, never mind. Whether we put up couplets or not, it's still the same New Year. I can save these three cents to buy two pounds of salt, which will last me for several months. It's much better than having the salt on the door rot in just a few days from the wind and rain. Uncle, you always say that you won't be poor if you can't afford to eat or drink, but you will be poor if you don't plan ahead. Thinking about it now, it's really true."

As he spoke, Wei Yifeng snatched the three cents back, put it in his pocket, turned around, and pushed his bicycle into the central courtyard.

"Hey! Hey! Xiao Wei! Wait a minute, young man, don't be so impulsive. For the sake of our long-standing neighborly relationship, three cents is fine. How can we not put up couplets during the New Year? Uncle will just consider it a loss to gain publicity."

"Uncle, please forget it. How can I let you lose money? I won't be able to sleep at night if I do. I don't want the couplets anymore."

"Oops! What a miscalculation!"

Watching Wei Yifeng run into the central courtyard, Yan Bugui slapped his thigh in frustration. He had thought that since Wei Yifeng had bought so many New Year's goods, the extra five cents for his couplets was nothing. Who knew that the kid would actually refuse them? With two couplets, wouldn't he have lost two cents?

While Yan Bugui was filled with regret and pondering how to make up for the two cents he had lost, Wei Yifeng had already returned home.

"Tonight, we're having braised pork, four-happiness meatballs, and..."

"Brother Yifeng, you're so good to me. When I grow up, I'll be your wife... I..."

As Wei Yifeng placed the ingredients one by one on the table, He Yushui's eyes glistened with tears.

Since He Daqing left, He Yushui has never had such a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner. Although Sha Zhu has been working for the past two years, he still gives all the good stuff to the Jia family.

Last year, under Yi Zhonghai's organization, they had New Year's Eve dinner with the Jia family, the Yi family, and Old Madam Long. Although a lot of food was prepared, He Yushui didn't actually eat much. In the end, she wasn't full, as all the good food was snatched up by Old Madam Long and Jia Zhangshi.

"Alright, Rain, stop crying. You should be happy during the New Year. It's just the two of us this year, so eat as much as you want."

Wei Yifeng reached out and patted He Yushui's head, then began preparing the meal.

While Wei Yifeng was preparing the New Year's Eve dinner, Chen Xueru finished making Wei Yifeng's clothes. When she returned to the backyard and looked at the empty house, tears the size of soybeans couldn't help but fall.

After crying at one house, Chen Xueru wiped away her tears, got up, went outside, locked the courtyard gate, and headed straight for Xu Huizhen's tavern.