Xu Damao's change was so obvious that it naturally attracted the attention of the neighbors in the courtyard, especially the third uncle Yan Fugui who lived in the front yard and the second uncle Liu Haizhong who lived in the backyard.

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The third uncle lives in the front yard, and people who come in and out of the yard pass by his house every day, and Xu Damao is no exception.

As for Liu Haizhong, who lived in the backyard, he and Xu Damao were across the street from each other, and they could not see each other without looking up. When it comes to the changes in Xu Damao and his family, it was Liu Haizhong who saw the most clearly.

On this day, the two brothers were playing chess in front of Yan Fugui's house again in the front yard. After the last earthquake, Yan Fugui and Liu Haizhong wanted to occupy the public space in the courtyard to build a house, but they failed to complete it.

And Wang Zhong was becoming more and more prosperous in the factory, and his position was getting higher and higher. Although the nearby courtyards were randomly built and occupied public areas, the scene in No. 95 Courtyard was completely different.

Even the second and third uncles in the courtyard were forced to demolish the newly built houses. Who dared to stroke Wang Zhong's tiger beard?

Because of this incident, everyone in the courtyard had mixed opinions about Wang Zhong. Those whose families had too many people to live in complained in private, but they did not dare to offend Wang Zhong, let alone in front of Wang Zhong.

He made irresponsible remarks in front of me.

On the other hand, those families with a small population and no shortage of houses agreed with Wang Zhong's approach, and it was hard to agree with others. That was the case.

The two old men complained in private, but they did not dare to say anything in front of Wang Zhong, because they also knew that the place itself did not belong to them.

However, it is precisely because everyone does not take the open space in the courtyard as their own and build their own houses. Every day after tea and dinner, the neighbors have a place to gather together, talk and chat, and the children also have a place to play.

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On the chessboard, the black and red chess pieces are coming and going, and the battle is in full swing.

"Aren't movie theaters not allowed to show Xu Damao's movies? Why does it feel like he has become so successful?" Liu Haizhong asked seemingly casually.

Yan Fugui said: "Who knows! Don't you know Xu Damao clearly? He has many evil ideas in his mind!"

Liu Haizhong suddenly asked: "Do you think he has found some way to make money?"

Yan Fugui was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Liu Haizhong, their eyes met.

Thinking of Xu Damao's suit that looked like a bargain these days and the genuine leather bag in his hand, Yan Fugui couldn't help but said: "I can't tell, it's really possible."

"This kid usually likes to get into trouble, and with his mouth, he can make the dead look alive!"

Liu Haizhong nodded in agreement, but he had already begun to make small calculations in his heart.

Yan Fugui is known as Yan Lao Kou, and he is the most calculating person in the courtyard. Just by looking at Liu Haizhong's expression, he could vaguely guess Liu Haizhong's abacus, but he didn't reveal it.

"General!"

"stupid move."

Yan Fugui acted as a hindsight and checked the absent-minded Liu Haizhong. Liu Haizhong blurred the chess pieces: "No more, no more!"

Liu Haizhong's mind is now occupied with Xu Damao making money, so how can he think about playing chess?

In the middle courtyard, Jia's house, Mrs. Jia and Zhang are sitting under the eaves, stitching and threading their shoes, but their brows are furrowed tightly, with a sad look on their face.

Banggeng had another date with someone some time ago. Although the girl was average-looking, she had a good figure. Her plump butt made her look fertile at first glance. However, the girl only came to Jia's house for a while, and then she turned around again.

The stick figure was dumped.

After all, it was still an issue with the house. When the girl saw that Banggeng's family of five were crowded into two rooms without even a room of their own, she was not willing to continue talking to Banggeng.

Because of this matter, Mrs. Jia Zhang's hair turned gray due to worry, but there was nothing she could do.

In the evening, at the dinner table, the Jia family gathered around the table, eating white flour steamed buns and a few side dishes, without any fishy taste.

Unlike the original work, with a cheap father like Sha Zhu taking care of him, the brothers and sisters had no worries about food and clothing, and could eat meat every three days.

Now the family is worried about Banggeng. Every penny can be split into two petals and spent, so there is no way to waste it.

Jia Zhang suddenly looked at Qin Huairu and said, "What do you think we build a house in the courtyard and let the sticks hold it?"

"Built in the courtyard?" Qin Huairu stopped eating and looked up at Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang said: "In the large courtyards next to ours, all the houses were built right after the earthquake in 1976. In the entire Nanluogu Alley, our courtyard is the only one left."

"Grandma, can uncle agree?" Before Qin Huairu could say anything, Xiaodang next to him answered for Qin Huairu.

Mrs. Jia Zhang said angrily: "So what if I don't agree? The place in this courtyard does not belong to the Wang family. Others can build it, so why can't we build it?"

"Although Wang Zhong is the director of the factory, he has no control over us."

"Besides, Banggeng seems to be getting older year by year, but he still doesn't have a partner. If this continues, it will be difficult to find someone as he gets older."

Jia Zhang's words were the last straw that broke Qin Huairu's psychological defense. Bangge's life-long event was a top priority for Qin Huairu and the Jia family.

As the person involved, Bangge chose to remain silent, burying his head in his meal without speaking. A few years ago, Bangge would have refused outright and said that he could solve the house problem by himself. But after a few years, the cruel reality has revealed

He received a heavy blow to his ears.

Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu were worried for him, Xiaodang and Huaihua were also worried, and Banggeng was equally worried.

"Build!" Qin Huairu said this word almost through gritted teeth after struggling for a while: "I will go find someone to buy red bricks and cement tomorrow."

Xiaodang and Huaihua stopped talking. In terms of distance and distance, Banggeng was their biological brother, while Wang Zhong was just a cousin. Moreover, if there were more rooms in the house, it would be more spacious for them to live in.

"Mom, let me go!" Banggeng suddenly raised his head, looked at Qin Huairu and said, "I'm not a child anymore. Besides, this is my business, I can just handle it myself."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Qin Huairu looked at Bangge with a firm gaze, and was inexplicably touched in her heart. She nodded and said: "That's fine!"

In the front yard, Wang's house, Wang Zhong cooked dinner himself, making a dish of boiled beef, a dish of chopped chicken, a dish of fish and mutton, and two kinds of seasonal vegetables.

Boiled beef is Qin Jingru's favorite, Wang Xinyi's favorite is fish and lamb, and Wang Heng's favorite is white chicken.

"When you go to school, study is the first priority. As for the rest, you can take care of it yourself. But one thing is that before the age of twenty-four, you are not allowed to get married even if you have a date."

"Dad!" Even considering Wang Xinyi's precocity, he couldn't help but blush when he heard Wang Zhong's words: "What did you say?"

"College is completely different from high school. There is more freedom and there are more temptations. You are now at the age when you are in love. It is normal for Shao Mu Shao Ai. Your dad is not one of those old-fashioned people, but you are still too young now.

If your thoughts and ideas are not yet mature, you can fall in love if you want, but you have to stick to the bottom line and be sensible."

Wang Xinyi knew what kind of temper his father was, and immediately blushed and said: "I remember it."

Wang Dian nodded: "Eat more, there won't be such delicious food when we get to school."

Qin Jingru looked at her daughter, thinking that she would leave home and live in school soon, and she couldn't help but feel reluctant to give up. She couldn't help but look at Wang Zhong, and asked with a hint of pleading in her tone: "Can't Xin Yi be allowed to live at home?"

Wang Zhong said calmly: "She can't live at home all her life. She will have to go out sooner or later. There are teachers and classmates in the school, which can give her a good transition. After entering the society in the future, she can adapt faster.

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As Wang Zhong spoke, he told Wang Xinyi: "Don't let the Kung Fu I teach you fall behind. The path of Kung Fu is like sailing against the current. What you need is perseverance and practice day after day."

"Don't worry, dad!" Wang Xinyi really didn't dare to vouch for anything else, but kung fu was one of Wang Xinyi's biggest hobbies, and he practiced with Wang Zhong in the morning every day, often dancing with guns and sticks.

As for Wang Heng, he was busy feasting, his mouth was full of oil and his cheeks were stuffed.

It's not that Wang Heng is greedy. In fact, he can count the number of times Wang Zhong cooks on his fingers throughout the year. Although the food cooked by Qin Jingru is delicious, compared with Wang Zhong, although it is not a huge difference, it is

The difference is indeed not small.

Seeing Wang Zhong's insistence, Qin Jingru had no choice but to sigh. Although she was reluctant to part with her daughter, Qin Jingru also understood in her heart that it was important for the young eagle to spread its wings. Wang Xinyi had grown up, and it was time to welcome her own life.

After dinner, the mother and daughter cleaned up the dishes and went to Wang Xinyi's room to help Wang Xinyi check the things he wanted to bring.

"The same goes for your dad. I asked him to see you off, but even if he doesn't agree, he won't let me go." Qin Jingru complained to Wang Zhong angrily.

"Mom!" Wang Xinyi said with a smile: "Dad is doing it for my own good, and I just went to the school to register. There will be seniors in the school to receive our new students."

"How can you carry so many things by yourself?" Qin Jingru looked at the large and small bags that looked like marching backpacks, with a look of reluctance on her face.

Wang Xinyi knew his father and his mother even better. Despite what Qin Jingru said, she would not dare to go against Wang Zhong's words and send him away.

"Mom, don't worry, your daughter is not one of those helpless ladies in the boudoir." Ever since Wang Xinyi was twelve years old, she had been cleaning up her room by herself, and Wang Zhong would only do it from time to time.

During random inspections, if she was too dirty and messy, although Wang Zhong would not scold her, the punishment would be real.

"It's not easy for me to carry this little thing." Wang Xinyi has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His body is much better than that of ordinary people. Although his strength is not Wang Xinyi's advantage, it is not worse than that of adult men.

"You are the only one who is great!" Qin Jingru said angrily.

"Mom!" Wang Xinyi hugged Qin Jingru from behind, leaned her head on Qin Jingru's shoulder, and shouted coquettishly.

Qin Jingru grabbed Wang Xinyi's hand, pulled her to sit down by the kang, and said earnestly: "Mom is just a little woman, she doesn't understand those big principles. She always listens to your dad in matters at home. Mom knows that your dad

I'm doing this for your own good, but mom just can't help but worry."

Qin Jingru looked at her daughter and reached out to push the few strands of hair scattered around her temples behind her ears: "Time flies so fast. You will be going to college in a blink of an eye."

"Mom!" Wang Xinyi is a precocious girl and very sensible. Looking at her mother's expression and the complicated eyes, she couldn't help but call out.

"Mom still remembers how big you were when you were first born!" Qin Jingru gestured with her hands, her eyes full of aftertaste, and she couldn't help but smile on her face: "You're so plump and so cute."

"Aren't all newborn babies ugly?" Wang Xinyi asked doubtfully.

"It's so ugly!" Qin Jingru immediately corrected Wang Xinyi: "My Xinyi is very good-looking. Your father even refused to let go of you when he was holding you!"

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In the eyes of Qin Jingru, a mother, Wang Xinyi and Wang Heng are the best gifts God has given to her and Wang Zhong. Even when Wang Xinyi was born, his whole body was red and wrinkled, and his facial features were all red.

It doesn't bloom, but as a mother, how could she think her daughter is ugly?

"Really?" Wang Xinyi asked curiously.

"Of course!" Qin Jingru said: "When your father held you, he smiled so happily. I have been married to him for so many years, and I have never seen him as happy as that day."

Wang Xinyi's memory of her childhood has long been blurred. As far back as she can remember, Wang Zhong has always been a strict father, which has not changed for more than ten years. Now when her mother talks about her childhood, she can't help but feel a strong curiosity in her heart.
To be continued...