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

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Her husband was as stubborn as a block of iron.

If pushed too far, they'll even kick down the factory manager's office door.

The female workers huddled in the corner, wringing out water from the rags in their hands.

No one dared to speak, but their faces were burning with embarrassment.

Hongmei lowered her head and ate her rice, her palms sweating profusely.

Wang Aiguo can protect that kid for a while, but not forever.

The steaming hot food in the lunchbox was the lifeline she had worked so hard to survive.

Technology? It's not something given away for free.

Want to learn? First, lay the groundwork with sincerity.

No money? Tickets will do.

No tickets? You're so elegant, a little handshake or a pat on the butt won't make you angry, will it?

Turning against someone? That would be asking for trouble!

Under Wang Aiguo's protection, Yi Hongmei had never seen the dirty deeds in the factory.

This is the first time I've encountered this.

Even if you've never eaten pork, you've at least seen a pig run.

Sister Song was forced to stay today, and she's probably going to be stuck in the mud from now on.

Wang Aiguo only learned about this in the afternoon.

He wasn't supposed to be working at the factory; he'd already slipped away to the river to fish with Xiao Chenxi.

I didn't use any cheats, just relied purely on feel, and had a lot of fun fishing, even though my bucket was always empty.

The day of departure is drawing closer every day.

To be honest, he really didn't want to leave Beijing and go to Hong Kong, a place where he knew no one, to spend ten years or even longer.

Can't we stay? The trouble will just snowball and get bigger and bigger.

Protecting the whole family is no problem, but the peaceful days are coming to an end.

He complains that he's tired of being fawned over wherever he goes.

A worker who was on leave passed by the riverbank and quickly told him about Yi Hongmei's situation.

Ah!

Wang Aiguo thanked him, but inwardly sneered: "That old bastard Yi Zhonghai finally couldn't sit still anymore."

Reluctant to give up the empty title of "Grandpa Yi," he insisted on gambling with the reputation he had built up over decades.

Ugh!

Did you leave your brain at home while you went to work today?

If you're so clean that I can't find any fault with you, and suddenly you start a fight, I might have to resort to some underhanded tactics.

But you, Yi Zhonghai?

It's riddled with holes, and there's no way to patch it all up!

Where does their confidence to stand up to us come from?

He packed up his fishing rod and headed straight for the hospital.

When Yi Hongmei got home, she had already left work.

Steam rose from the stove, and the food was all laid out.

"Hey, Hongmei, are you waiting for me to come back and cook?"

Wang Aiguo handed the child over, grinning from ear to ear.

"Is that even a question? I'm your wife!"

She rolled her eyes at him: "I haven't cooked for you in a year! Everyone's saying you married a princess!"

"Ha ha!"

"My wife is someone I wouldn't trade even for a princess!"

"Hmph, you dare?!"

She laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

She was never tense around him.

I was speaking with great enthusiasm today, probably because I caught Sister Song's straightforwardness.

Before she could figure out how to start talking about the mess at the factory, she changed the subject:

"Why did you take the kids fishing so late? Where are the fish?"

"Cough... I stopped fishing and went to the hospital."

Wang Aiguo scratched the back of his head. Without the system's support, his fishing skills were really lacking.

Back then, who wouldn't want to improve their meals with fish? The ditches were packed with people, swirling around like crazy.

If you don't have real skills, even fish will avoid you.

"What's wrong?"

Yi Hongmei was startled. "Where does it hurt? Or is there some kicking in your stomach?"

"No, no, no!"

He waved his hand, "I'm going to the hospital to be a good person."

ha?

Why would someone go to the hospital to do something like Lei Feng when they're perfectly fine?

Is there any place where he can interfere?

She hesitated for a long time before speaking, "Something strange has happened at the factory... I want to tell you about it?"

"Stop!"

He grinned, "I know what I'm doing, I'll take care of it."

She immediately felt relieved.

Trusting him is more reassuring than trusting yourself.

But he added, "Actually, it's okay if you don't go to that class."

We'll be going on a long trip soon.

"When we get back—it's hard to say whether the steel rolling mill will still be there."

Her heart clenched.

The status of a worker is highly valuable!

Dual-income couples are the envy of everyone.

Just throw it away like that?

She didn't confront him directly, but she asked him privately several times:

What's the point?

Can Beijing really be turned upside down?

He just smiled and didn't answer.

Some words, once spoken, can become the seeds of disaster.

Gossiping at this point is just asking for trouble.

The people in the courtyard were in an uproar.

"Grandpa Yi is still Grandpa Yi!"

"Who dares to challenge a position held by a Grade 8 worker?"

"I heard that Wang Aiguo wants Hongmei to take a break and simply not handle factory affairs."

"Why should we care? Yi Zhonghai's apprentices are all over the factory, and the middle management is all family."

"Take care of an ordinary female worker? There are plenty of ways."

"So Wang Aiguo chickened out?"

"Serves him right! He's got plenty of rich food every day, he deserves to suffer a bit!"

Shh—keep your voice down! Wang Aiguo is here!

Brother Zhang shrank back and quickly tried to laugh it off.

Wang Aiguo approached with a smile, having already heard everything.

"You mean me?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"No way!"

Brother Zhang scratched his head and grinned foolishly, "Nonsense!"

"What nonsense?"

He squinted.

A chill ran down Zhang's spine, and he casually shifted the blame: "Chairman Shu! He was so clever as a kid, who would have thought..."

"He's already in jail, why bring him up?"

Wang Aiguo waved his hand and changed the subject, "A person who sells his own sister is not even as good as Xu Damao."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Brother Zhang nodded vigorously. "Xu Damao is pitiful, divorced and living under a bridge, yet he bullies He Yushui? How despicable! A young, innocent girl, how could she marry a childless man?"

Wang Aiguo waved his finger: "It can be cured now!"

Brother Zhang was taken aback: Treat him? He's still locked up in jail!

"If he hadn't been so disobedient, I would have suppressed this illness long ago."

Wang Aiguo grinned.

Brother Zhang was stunned: When did you become a doctor?

"Is Comrade Patriot here?!"

A hurried shout came from the doorway.

The doctor in the white coat rushed in, panting, without even taking off his mask properly.

The courtyard fell silent instantly, and everyone turned to stare.

Wang Aiguo slowly replied, "It's here."

The doctor grabbed his hand, his hand trembling: "You're awake! All your vital signs are normal! You're a miracle worker!"

"Patriotic comrade! I am the vice president of the Third Hospital!"

The man in the white coat grabbed Wang Aiguo's wrist, his palms sweaty.

"Please come and see patients at our hospital!"

Wang Aiguo scratched the back of his head, revealing a bright white smile: "Me? Just a fitter!"

He pointed to the oil stains on his work pants, "My family has a little needlework skill passed down from generation to generation. Today, I was passing by and saw that person crying so hard... so I decided to give it a try."

"Try? This is hardly a trial!"

The dean's voice cracked, "Those few strokes of yours brought a person's sperm motility back to normal!"

"I've searched all over Beijing, who dares to take this job?"

"Our hospital has reached a conclusion—there's no hope!"

Wang Aiguo rubbed his fingers together, but didn't say anything.

The dean was so anxious he stamped his feet: "Don't you know? These days, seven or eight out of ten young men don't meet the standards!"

"I fell or bumped into things when I was little, but I kept it to myself and was too afraid to say anything... and it became a dead end!"

The neighbors who were watching were all dumbfounded.

Wang Aiguo?

Treatment for infertility?

He squats by the door every day repairing bicycles, how come he has such a unique skill?

Yi Zhonghai stood at the back of the crowd, unaware that his fingers were burning from the cigarette.

He had been listening intently when Wang Aiguo was talking to Brother Zhang.

He personally spearheaded those actions at the factory.

First, cut off Yi Hongmei's path, then reveal the knife.

He wasn't going to wait any longer for this game.

Yi Zhonghai had been holding his breath for half his life, and it was all stuck in his throat.

Who in the courtyard still listens to his shouts? They've long since ignored him!

It's all Wang Aiguo's fault!

The ancestral graves have been dug up like sieves!

There's no concrete evidence, but that smell definitely came from him!

Isn't he just thinking of selling your wife?

Damn! We didn't even get inside!

Taking advantage of the situation, Li the Cripple tried to extort money from them, demanding four thousand dollars!

Four thousand! That's enough for me to live on cornbread for five years!

Yi Zhonghai lay on the bed flipping pancakes, staring at the ceiling until dawn.

Then look at Wang Aiguo—he walks sideways!

Sha Zhu is in jail eating steamed buns, Er Da Ye is paralyzed in bed feeding himself liquid food, and San Da Ye lost his job just because he snatched a small crucian carp from a child!

That grandson is too eye-catching!

We need to pour cold water on him!

This time he went all out, using his status as an eighth-grade fitter at the steel rolling mill!

Don't you spoil your wife?

Every day, they would carry food boxes to the factory, four or eight kinds of food, as if they wanted to bring the stove in with them.

Sure!

I spit on those dishes and they'll get so cold that nobody dares to touch them!

Wang Aiguo!

A consumptive child who hasn't even grown all his hair yet!

So what if you have two kids? To me, they're still a clueless kid who wets his pants!

Today I'll teach you what it means to be cold and indifferent to human relationships!

The hand has already been extended.

Once the arrow leaves the bowstring, how can you pull it back?

He doesn't believe in superstitions!

An eighth-level fitter isn't something you can get by chance; it's something you hone with your life!

Can't you even handle a mere kid?

First, ruin his wife!

Make her unable to stay in the factory any longer, and have her pack her bags and get out!

If you really have enough money to support your family, that's none of my business.

But the steel rolling mill isn't your backyard!

No matter how tough the factory manager is, we still have to tighten the screws!

Today he made a point of listening carefully to the whispers.

I wanted to see what everyone was saying, and I was even more eager to see how Wang Aiguo would react.

The results of it?

The person did show up, but didn't mention the main point at all!

They start talking about Sha Zhu and Xu Damao the moment they open their mouths—what kind of show is this?

Yi Zhonghai had just frowned when his words suddenly changed.

With a sudden turn, it directly exposed Xu Damao's unspeakable secret.

His face stiffened, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the seam of his pants.

Yi Zhonghai knew perfectly well that the fact that he and Aunt Yi didn't have children wasn't her fault at all.

It was his own place that had been damaged for many years.

Back then, we carried heavy loads and would soak in the icy river all night in the dead of winter.

I had a high fever and was convulsing, while my lower abdomen felt as cold as if I had a piece of iron stuck inside.

It took him half a year to recover, but who would have thought that this problem would stay with him for the rest of his life.

I can't say, I dare not say.

The neighbors all pointed at the old lady and cursed her, calling her a "barren hen."

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The contempt she received when she was young was ten times worse than that received by Lou Xiao'e.

Later, Yi Zhonghai became the factory director and acted arrogantly in the courtyard.

There was less gossip, but at night he secretly ran around to hospitals big and small.

The medicine jars piled up in the corner, but it was all for nothing.

Xu Damao was kicked there by Sha Zhu; he saw it with his own eyes.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief—it turns out I'm not the only one who's useless.

Even today, Wang Aiguo confidently declares, "I can cure Xu Damao's illness!"

Yi Zhonghai rolled his eyes on the spot.

The next day, the doctor in the white coat actually came and threw the examination report in his face.

His hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the teacup, and tea spilled all over his face.

A steel rolling mill worker? Can he treat illnesses?

Hereditary? Nonsense!

His father repaired boilers, his grandfather pulled carts, and no one in the family knew how to write the character for medicine!

Yi Zhonghai's brain is about to explode!

More and more people are looking for Wang Aiguo every day.

Hospitals were scrambling to hire him, with vice presidents and presidents taking turns visiting him.

Even the leaders of the health bureau came in person, saying that this skill should be promoted nationwide.