Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

The incident of a deaf elderly woman suddenly developing dementia.

This made Yi Zhonghai feel very uneasy.

He even suspected that the old lady might have been secretly drugged.

After all, he and the old lady had just discussed how to deal with He Daqing yesterday.

The old lady was crippled the next day.

It's hard not to think too much.

"But does He Daqing have that ability?" he asked in surprise.

"Or was it a staged performance by the old lady herself?"

His expression remained unchanged.

He treated the deaf old lady with the same respect as always.

Moreover, he had his daughter-in-law, Liu Cuilan, deliver water and food to the old lady, and do her washing and cleaning.

Anyone who sees it will have to say "benevolent and righteous".

But secretly, they became more wary of He Daqing.

"If it really was He Daqing who did it, then what did he know?"

If he can mess with old ladies, he can mess with me...

He suddenly felt a headache.

Just as he was lost in thought...

The He family, however, was busy preparing for He Daqing and Zhang Zhaodi's banquet.

Soon, June 15th arrived.

He Daqing and Zhang Zhaodi are getting married.

Although it's a second marriage, a wedding banquet still needs to be held.

He Daqing set up a banquet in the courtyard, with a total of ten tables.

The ingredients were plentiful.

The chef they hired was Feng Qiang, He Daqing's second senior apprentice.

There were five of them in total, fellow disciples.

But others were lost to the war.

Feng Qiang was very happy to hear that his junior apprentice had remarried.

The dishes were prepared with utmost care and attention, and their aroma wafted for miles.

The neighbors in the courtyard all came.

There were also He Daqing's coworkers and friends at the factory.

The seats were packed.

The amount given as a gift is usually one or two yuan.

Yan Bugui kept accounts.

Each household basically only had one person come.

Bringing too many mouths makes it easy for people to gossip.

Only Jia Zhangshi, shamelessly, also came.

Madam Jia looked at the young and beautiful Zhang Zhaodi and the vigorous old man He Daqing who was holding her.

He turned his grief and anger into his appetite.

They sat there eating and drinking to their hearts' content.

This made Jia Dongxu feel extremely ashamed.

The deaf old lady was helped out by Liu Cuilan, but she remained dazed.

Everyone felt very sorry to see this.

How could a perfectly healthy person suddenly become mentally unstable?

To make matters worse, the old lady was seated at the same table as Jia Zhangshi.

They couldn't compete with Jia Zhangshi for vegetables.

I was so anxious I almost cried.

Yi Zhonghai also came.

Sitting at the table, he kept drinking with Liu Haizhong.

It might be because I'm in a bad mood.

He got drunk rather quickly.

He started bragging.

He recounted his romantic escapades in the Eight Great Hutongs back then.

Everyone at the table was looking at him.

He secretly complained.

So Yi Zhonghai was quite the wild one in his youth.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

People who look honest and kind are not necessarily honest people.

Meanwhile, He Yuzhu was busy serving dishes, adding wine, and adding tea.

Make sure everyone eats and drinks well.

I've been working so hard on my father's wedding.

He Yushui and He Yumeng sat next to Zhang Zhaodi's younger brother.

Each person was holding a chicken leg and gnawing on it.

Zhang Zhaodi's only remaining relative is her younger brother.

His name is Zhang Yuan.

Twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

I saw that his sister found a good family.

Also very happy.

He was always cheerful.

Sitting next to me was Li Huaide, who had arrived late. He was the logistics director of the steel rolling mill.

He Daqing, as the deputy director of the canteen, is a good cook.

They wouldn't hesitate to treat him to special meals.

So Li Huaide was quite accommodating.

When I gave the gift, I gave ten yuan, and also a thermos, some pastries and candies.

He Daqing brought Zhang Zhaodi over to offer a toast.

"Director Li, thank you for coming to my and Zhaodi's wedding banquet."

"From now on, if you need anything at the factory, just let me know."

Li Huaide looked at He Daqing with a smile.

That's exactly why he came here.

As the saying goes, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Li Huaide: To win over a leader, you must first win over his stomach.

Everything for progress!

"Good, good, congratulations on your marriage! May you have a long and happy life together and have a baby soon."

He Daqing was overjoyed and drank heartily.

It's as if I've become ten years younger.

Although Zhang Zhaodi only took a small sip, after going around the room, her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and she was incredibly charming.

Madam Jia rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath:

"Hmph, vixen, seductress."

When the toasts were offered to Yi Zhonghai's table, something unexpected happened.

Yi Zhonghai's face was flushed and he reeked of alcohol.

He asked loudly:

"Old He, it's good that you're getting married."

But where does the pillar live?

You can't just put a curtain in between and let him eavesdrop on your business.

The child is growing up; we should avoid any appearance of impropriety.

These words were spoken.

Everyone fell silent.

He stared at Yi Zhonghai in shock.

Dude, how many dishes did you have? You're this drunk?

And aren't you and He Daqing good brothers?

Why are you trying to sabotage someone else's wedding?

To sow discord between a father and son.

"Yi Zhonghai, you son of a bitch..."

He Daqing's face turned ashen as he glared angrily at Yi Zhonghai.

Zhang Zhaodi's expression also changed.

She hadn't even stepped inside yet, and this is how the neighbors were looking at her.

The stepson was driven to such a pitiful state, as if he were living under someone else's roof.

I don't know what to say about her in the future.

Liu Haizhong pulled He Daqing back from his impending outburst.

"Old He, Old He, please bear with it."

Old Yi drank too much.

Not far away, He Yuzhu looked at Yi Zhonghai.

Thinking to myself.

Is he faking being drunk or is he really drunk?

Do you really think I have no temper?

With a thought, Yi Zhonghai's right hand began to move uncontrollably.

He knocked over a small bowl of hot soup on the table.

It all spilled onto his crotch and legs.

It burned him so badly he screamed.

Everyone was in a flurry of activity.

I let bygones be bygones of the unpleasantness I had just experienced.