Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

Upon hearing this, Qin Huairu felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

She admitted that she had been busy with work and had neglected the education of her children, but she never expected that things would develop to such a serious extent if Fang Yuan said so.

This also has to be said that the people living in the courtyard were too good at interpersonal relationships. Whenever they met her, they would praise her for raising her children well, but no one ever said such simple things to her.

"Alright, Sister Qin, I've said what I should and shouldn't have said today. Of course, I might have been overthinking it, so please don't mind. I've had a few drinks, so I couldn't keep my mouth shut."

Qin Huairu forced a smile: "Xiao Fang, how could I mind? No one has ever said these things to me before. It seems I've really neglected you. Thank you for telling me this..."

After speaking, Qin Huairu's beautiful peach blossom eyes gleamed with a determined look.

She had already made up her mind: she would go back and teach Bang Geng a good lesson.

In the dead of night, Fang Yuan ignored Qin Huairu, who was in tears.

In his opinion, Qin Huairu was indeed good-looking, especially in her young adulthood, when she had a unique charm.

Qin Huairu was clearly aware of her advantages; with her looks, she usually had an easy time.

In Fang Yuan's view, beauty is indeed a powerful card, but it must be played in conjunction with power, wealth, and talent to be considered a good card. If beauty is the only card to play, it is not only not a good card, but may also be devoured in the end.

The same principle applies to Fang Yuan himself. If he were only handsome and didn't have a college degree or a job with the salary of a section chief, people would at most give him a few more glances. Moreover, he might already be married into the Guo family.

However, someone like Qin Huairu, if she has the vision and the means, might very well be able to accomplish something.

Watching Fang Yuan wave and walk towards the public restroom, Qin Huairu couldn't help but mutter in a barely audible voice, "This little Fang, it seems he's not so young anymore."

As she rubbed her nipples with her hands and walked home, Qin Huairu blushed as she thought about Fang Yuan's strong body and powerful arms, plus the "rolling pin"-sized pillar that had inadvertently appeared between his legs.

Since Jia Dongxu passed away, she had never felt such youthful energy up close before.

Turning past the back of the house, Qin Huairu noticed several bundles of willow branches piled up in the corner. She walked over, picked one up, and saw that it was too thin, so she threw it aside. Then she pulled out a stick from the back of the house, and felt that the thickness was just right. She couldn't help but wave it a few times in the air.

She decided to take this opportunity to teach Bang Geng a lesson and also let Fang Yuan take a good look at Qin Huairu.

As for why she suddenly had the idea of ​​making Fang Yuan look at her in a new light, Qin Huairu herself didn't know.

A moment later, Fang Yuan returned from the public restroom.

Before even entering the courtyard, one could hear screams like pigs being slaughtered coming from Qin Huairu's house.

"Mother, please stop hitting her."

"I promise there will never be a next time."

"Hey, why are you only hitting me? My sister ate too."

"Brother, it was you who insisted on dragging me to Sha Zhu's house."

"Ah~"

For a time, the sound of the wooden stick hitting the buttocks was incessant.

A mother's love is truly as vast as a mountain, and the mountain is full of "bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork slices".

Fang Yuan noticed that although the Jia family made quite a fuss, not a single neighbor went to persuade them. Instead, they all wondered if the sun had risen in the west today, since Qin Huairu was actually willing to hit a child.

Normally, she's someone you treat like a precious gem, someone you'd be afraid to break if you held her in your hands or keep in your mouth if you were afraid she'd melt.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, wife of my child, what's wrong with you today?"

As Jia Zhangshi shouted, the sounds of slaughtering the pig gradually subsided.

have to.

Qin Huairu's tough stance didn't last long before she wilted again.

Born in the 1930s, she still held the traditional view that a woman should follow her husband wherever he goes.

In fact, the worst thing about educating children is when all parents want to interfere, especially when they undermine each other.

However, this caused many residents who were waiting to see a good show to return to their houses in disappointment.

Fang Yuan naturally kept walking towards his home.

The next morning.

Fang Yuan's body gradually transforms from a large "木" (wood) character into a "大" (big) character.

Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, he had to rush out to relieve himself.

He strolled back to the courtyard house from the public toilet.

I saw a tall, thin man with a mustache pushing a bicycle at the gate of the courtyard. There was a chicken and some mountain produce hanging on the handlebars on the left and right sides, respectively.

Fang Yuan quickly helped lift it.

The person in front, sensing someone was helping, quickly turned around and said without replying, "Thank you."

"Oh, Fang, Fangyuan?"

This person was Xu Damao, a fellow resident of the backyard and also a projectionist for the film projection team of the propaganda department of their Red Star Steel Plant.

"Good morning, Brother Xu."

"Ah~ Good morning."

Xu Damao took a closer look and confirmed it was Fang Yuan before replying with a "Good morning."

The reason for this is probably because the original owner was not often at home during college, and even when he did come back, the two of them might not be able to see each other.

At this moment, Xu Damao, being the person in charge, immediately smiled and replied, "Man, are you on holiday?"

"Brother Xu, I'm already working at our steel plant."

Fang Yuan stopped hiding it; quite a few people in the courtyard already knew he worked at the steel mill.

Things are made secret, and words are leaked.

After the newspaper incident, he had already established himself at Hongxing Steel Plant, so there was no need for him to keep a low profile any longer.

The human mouth has two layers of skin, and you can break it open from both sides.

If he continues to keep a low profile, people in the institute might say: Does Fang Yuan look down on the working class from the bottom of his heart, and does he not want to associate with them after becoming a cadre?

Fang Yuan has a deep understanding of this older generation's way of handling things.

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao's expression changed instantly. He scoffed and said, "Look at my terrible memory, where have I been assigned?"

As Fang Yuan helped him push the cart, he replied, "General Affairs Section, Factory Office."

Xu Damao's eyes darted around, thinking to himself that the Fang family's kid was quite something. He had never heard of any background of him, yet now he was able to get a job in the factory office right after graduation.

"I happened to be showing a movie in the countryside yesterday, and I showed two extra screenings. The commune gave me a chicken. Come to my house this weekend, and we'll have a few drinks as your older brother to celebrate. Your sister-in-law is quite the expert at cooking chicken."

After saying that, without waiting for Fang Yuan's agreement, he picked up his things and went back to his room, muttering to himself, "It's settled then. I didn't sleep well last night, so I need to go back and catch up on some sleep."

Watching Xu Damao walk into his room, it was hard to tell whether he was really in a hurry to go back to sleep, or whether he hadn't seen him for two days and was up to cause trouble again.

No wonder everyone says Xu Damao is a socialite.

His IQ may not be high, but his EQ is definitely exceptional.

Upon hearing that Fang Yuan was working in the factory office, they became very enthusiastic.

People who don't know them would think they were very close before.

Fang Yuan didn't mind eating, since he wasn't the original owner of this body and he wasn't afraid to deal with Xu Damao.

Sure enough, as soon as Xu Damao entered the house,

I was just about to ask Lou Xiao'e if anything had happened at the cinema while he was showing movies in the countryside these past two days.

When Xu Damao saw his wife lying on the bed, dressed lightly in the middle of summer, especially with her fair skin barely visible on her chest, he immediately became aroused.

Xu Damao may not have any other skills, but his ability to move in and out in this area is truly remarkable.

Without even asking questions, he first stripped himself naked.