Courtyard House: In this life, I have a new home!

"No, Yan Bugui might be the one instigating this. Yang Yuhua must have known about it too. Otherwise, given Yan Jiecheng's cowardly nature, he wouldn't dare to do this even if he had ten times the courage."

Li Weidong pondered to himself.

Yu Haitang, who was listening nearby, was furious and yelled at Li Weidong, "What do you know! You don't understand anything! Sis, let's go!"

Li Weidong was stunned by the girl's outburst. This girl had quite a temper, but he hadn't done anything to provoke her.

Forget it, why bother arguing with a little girl?

Yu Li glared at her sister, greeted Li Weidong, and got into the car.

The car hadn't gone far when Yu Haitang, her cheeks puffed out in anger, complained to her sister, "Is that Chief Engineer Li really stupid or just pretending? He didn't even understand your obvious hints, sis!"

"How exactly did he become the chief engineer?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Yu Li's eyes were full of admiration. "He is a genuine medical master's degree holder and a level seven engineer. His skills as a fitter and electrician are also at the level eight."

"what?"

Yu Haitang's eyes widened. "How much does he earn in a month? A hundred? Two hundred? Can he even spend that much money?"

She swallowed hard. "No wonder it tasted so good... that crab was really delicious."

Yu Li pushed up her glasses and said slowly, "Engineer Li gave up his 100 yuan salary, only taking 400 yuan a month. He gets a lot of bonuses for his inventions, so he's not short of money at all."

Yu Haitang leaned back in the back seat, swinging her legs back and forth, and chimed in with a grin, "Yeah, the key is that he's so fierce in a fight. A guy like that has to be my brother-in-law. From now on, I'll be mooching meals from your house."

Stop talking nonsense.

As Yu Li rode her bike, her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her voice: "They might not even look at us."

Yu Haitang glanced at her chest and sighed, "Sister, you're quite good-looking. If I were a few years older, you wouldn't stand a chance."

When Li Weidong entered the Intermediate People's Court, Yan Bugui was pulling out money one bill at a time, his face dark. Xiao Yang's share had already been settled, and he was gritting his teeth as he distributed the remaining two yuan to each household.

Li Weidong just stood by and watched the show. Sha Zhu, Yi Zhonghai, and Liu Haizhong hadn't paid a cent at all—Yan Bugui was dreaming if he thought he could get something out of them.

Jia Zhangshi limped over and held out a plump hand: "Give me two yuan."

"What will you receive?"

Yan Bugui's face turned ashen: "I didn't touch a single needle in your house. But your grandson Banggeng has stolen mine several times. Get lost."

"I don't care!"

Madam Jia's eyes widened, and her voice rose: "Why does everyone else get it but I don't? That's not fair. Two yuan won't do; I have many children, you have to give me five yuan!"

"Qin Huairu, take your mother-in-law away. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

Yan Bugui was so angry that he trembled all over.

Qin Huairu gently persuaded, "Mother-in-law, why don't we go back first..."

"What the hell!"

Jia Zhangshi plopped down on the ground: "Old Yan, if you don't give me five yuan today, I'm lying down in front of your house and refusing to leave. Let's see who can outlast whom!"

Yan Bugui was furious and shouted into the house, "Yan Jiecheng! Go to the neighborhood committee and invite Director Wang here!"

Upon hearing this shout, Jia Zhangshi's face changed. Although her legs were not nimble, she ran faster than a mouse, and in a few steps she darted back to her room.

Yi Zhonghai strolled over slowly, a smile on his face: "Old Yan, don't argue with a woman."

Stop pretending to be a good guy!

Yan Bugui turned around and yelled, "You were nowhere to be seen when Jia Zhangshi was making a scene. I stepped in to take the blame for you, and what do you do? You make me pay a hundred yuan. You pay that!"

Yi Zhonghai's face immediately fell: "Why should I pay? You didn't send any to my house when you were taking advantage of people. It's not like I forced you to do it."

Yan Bugui gritted his teeth and shouted, "But who made me stand up and say I'm the boss again? Wasn't it you, Yi Zhonghai? If it weren't for you, would I have kindly treated the whole hospital to a meal?"

Yi Zhonghai's old face flushed red: "Old Yan, I'm not paying this money today. Go ahead and try if you dare!"

After Yi Zhonghai sat down, Yan Bugui paused for a moment, then turned and left without saying a word. He knew perfectly well that he couldn't do anything about this old man.

When Kim Dae and Kim I saw that Li Weidong was standing far away, they immediately understood what to do.

"You idiot Zhu, you fucking get the hell over here!"

Kim I shouted at the top of his lungs.

Sha Zhu was filled with regret: "What are you trying to do?"

"What are you doing? I'm going to slap you!"

Jin Er snorted coldly.

"Let's see who dares to touch my grandson!"

The deaf old woman, leaning on her cane, rushed to Sha Zhu and shielded him behind her.

"You old lady... wait, you look familiar. Let me think where I've seen you before... it seems like more than thirty years ago."

Kim Il stared at her for a couple of seconds.

"You've mistaken me. I've never left Beijing!"

A flicker of panic crossed the deaf old woman's eyes.

"That's strange. How did you know I was going to say I'd seen you outside the city?"

Kim Jong-il looked on with suspicion.

Yi Zhonghai stood up and said, "Zhu Zi, you made that other man's uncle get slapped, and now you're doing it yourself. You're slapping him just like he did. If Uncle Jin had to do it himself, you would have lost at least a few teeth."

As he spoke, he winked at the deaf old woman. The old woman was very clever and quietly slipped back into the house.

Sha Zhu understood that Yi Zhonghai was protecting him; otherwise, if Jin Da had intervened, he would have really lost a few teeth.

Before Kim Il could speak again, Sha-ju raised his hand and slapped himself several times across the face. When he stopped, his face was swollen, and blood was seeping from his nose and the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto his clothes.

"Alright, you're a man of principle! Let's put this behind us."

Kim I nodded and left with Kim Dae.

He had long forgotten about the incident with the deaf old woman.

But Li Weidong's eyes gleamed, and he kept this matter firmly in mind.

"I'll ask Kim Il-sung tomorrow what exactly happened."

Li Weidong thought to himself, "If we can dig up the deaf old woman's secrets, we can pull out a whole bunch of things, at least enough to drag Yi Zhonghai down with us."

When they arrived home, Lin Yurou and He Yushui were gathered around the folding fan.

"Brother Dong, look, this fan has jade inlaid along the edge. And the fan surface looks a bit strange too."

He Yushui held the fan and looked at it over and over.

"Don't touch it. Your hands are all sweaty."

Li Weidong said, "Give it to me, I'll clean it and put it away."

He Yushui, Lin Yurou, and Xiao Xi were all cooling off under the ceiling fan. Xiao Xi was engrossed in flipping through a comic book, not even looking up.

"Very valuable?"

Lin Yurou looked at Li Weidong and asked.

Looking at Li Weidong's handsome face, she felt as sweet as if she had been coated with honey.

"It's very valuable! It's no less valuable than that painted jar."

Li Weidong said.

Lin Yurou, with a look of delighted surprise, instructed, "Make sure you put it away carefully."

Li Weidong turned and went into the bedroom, putting the fan into the system's inventory. He then took out ten hawthorn pills, placed them in a small bowl, and kneaded them into a soft ball. Each pill weighed nine grams, so ten of them together weighed about ninety-odd grams, nearly two ounces.

Then he took out sildenafil citrate, scooped out five grams of powder with a small spoon, and sprinkled it into the hawthorn paste. With a thought, the powder and the paste were repeatedly kneaded and mixed thoroughly under an invisible force.

Roll it into one hundred small pills.

He then found an enamel mug, threw in a few pieces of beeswax, and sat in an enamel basin filled with boiling water to melt the wax.

Then, each pill was coated with a wax shell.

Just as the wax-coated pills were laid out on the glass plate to dry, Lin Yurou pushed open the door and came in.

"Brother Dong, are you making medicine?"

She asked.

Lin Yurou walked closer and naturally leaned against Li Weidong, making it easier for him to reach out and put his arm around her.

"Okay, make some medicine and take it to the factory tomorrow."

Li Weidong reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her down to sit on his lap.

Lin Yurou's face was flushed, her head was lowered, and she said softly, "Xiao Xi is looking for you, but I told her you were busy. She probably wants some milk candy."

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Xiao Xi's sweet, childish voice called out from outside, "Brother! Brother!"

The voice was full of pride and joy, as if it were something extraordinary—she was Li Weidong's sister.

Lin Yurou quickly jumped up from Li Weidong's arms, tidied her hair, and stared down at the pills on the glass plate.

"Brother and sister, what are you doing?"

Xiao Xi poked her head in, looking around curiously.

"She's busy making pills. Go find Sister Rain and ask her to take you to take a bath."

Li Weidong instructed, "You can only eat the milk candy after you take a bath."

"Oh, then I'll go find Sister Rainwater!"

Xiao Xi turned and ran away, disappearing from sight.

Watching her walk away, Lin Yurou pressed down on the restless hand on her waist, lowered her eyelids, and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Brother Dong, I'm not good-looking, and I only have a junior high school education... How could you have fallen for me?"

She had always felt inferior and couldn't understand why Li Weidong was so good to her.

But she knew in her heart that Li Weidong truly cared for her.

Li Weidong was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself: I can't possibly tell her that in the future, someone like you would be a fairy sister, an eighteen-year-old goddess, can I?

"You are the most beautiful in my eyes, and you have a good temper and a gentle personality."

He said softly, "Being able to marry you is the blessing I've accumulated over many lifetimes."

"Being able to marry Dong-ge is the greatest blessing I've ever had in my life."

Lin Yurou blushed, said something, and ran off, "I'll go make you some tea."

After saying that, she couldn't stand it any longer and ran out in a flash.

Looking at that pretty figure from behind, Li Weidong felt even more that he had hit the jackpot in his life.

If Lin Yurou's looks were in later generations, even with my current status and position, I wouldn't be able to match her at all.

Beautiful women are always in demand, no matter where they are. Of course, the standards for beauty vary slightly at different times.

These days, in the eyes of ordinary people, a good woman is one who can work hard and bear children. But that's the perspective of poor people when choosing a wife. Li Weidong pondered that those who don't have to worry about food and drink certainly don't have that kind of aesthetic.

They definitely thought that Lin Yurou was the real beauty.

"It's just that she's been staying in the compound all this time. If those wealthy people had seen her, they would have been lining up to propose marriage with all their might."

Li Weidong muttered to himself.

He overlooked one thing—ordinary people also thought Lin Yurou was beautiful. But such women were physically weak and couldn't do heavy work; most families couldn't afford to support them.

Only someone like Qin Huairu fits the general public's criteria for choosing a partner, and she's easy to support.

On Monday, Li Weidong prepared to leave at seven o'clock in the morning. His bicycle was gone, so he had to walk.

Lin Yurou got up before dawn, served him food and drink, and now she was standing at the door watching him go to work.

Most wives in this era were like that, but Li Weidong, a man from a later generation, still felt very warm inside.

As he walked through the central courtyard, he silently said to himself, "System, sign in."