Sister Han wanted to follow Zhao Dajia, but Zhao Dajia wouldn't allow it. He didn't want to feed another mouth. But Sister Han still followed him around. In those plays, it's always the same story: a hero saves a beauty, and the beauty has to repay him with her body. Although she was a rough woman, she still understood the principle of repaying kindness.

Cough cough cough!

Everyone in the teahouse was stunned. They had just been worried for Zhao Dajia, and now he had won the heart of a beauty—well, she wasn't exactly a beauty.

In the evening, after much anticipation, Chuanwen arrived, and Zhao Dajia quickly went to greet him.

Chuanwen glanced at Zhao Dajia, then at the woman with a bruised and swollen face beside him, and it took her a while to recognize her as Sister Han. She asked Zhao Dajia, "Did you do this?"

Zhao Dajia quickly waved his hand and shook his head; he had no bad habit of hitting women.

Chuanwen nodded slightly, thinking that Sister Han's big physique could take down two Zhao Dajias at once, so it probably wasn't him who did it. He then started flipping through the script and watching the drama unfold, while still managing to keep his attention on asking Zhao Dajia what he wanted from her.

Zhao Dajia thought for a moment before choosing his words: "When I got home yesterday, there were two women standing in my house."

[Oh, Old Shen gave them to me. One was Song Yi, and the other was Xiao Lü. They both cheated on him, so he gave them to you.]

Although Chuanwen knew everything, she couldn't say it, so she asked in confusion, "So? Huh? What was that sound?"

It was the grinding of Zhao Dajia's teeth that made him realize that Shen Congliang was up to no good! Did he think he was a junkyard?

"My neighbor said it was sent by General Shen. Why do you think he would send someone to me?"

[Because your relationship with him has almost caused his frequent urination to flare up again, he wants to give you a home! Even though we're thousands of miles apart, we still care about each other. I want to give you a warm home, a warm home that belongs to both of you. Next year, you can have a healthy baby and have a happy family!]

As Chuanwen spoke, he started singing. Zhao Dajia didn't understand what his having a home had to do with Shen Congliang's frequent urination.

Almost everyone in the teahouse was in tears. Chuanwen's song perfectly expressed their feelings. They wished Zhao Dajia could have a happy and warm home soon, because they couldn't bear to part with him!

[But does Old Shen know that of the two concubines he sent over, one was taken away by Old Shi, and the other has already climbed to the gate of the Shen residence...]

In the teahouse, Shen Congliang was about to grab a stool and start a fight again. Although the others held him back, their gazes towards Shi Shen were filled with condemnation. The Minister of Works said to Shi Shen, "You have quite a few concubines, why are you competing with Zhao Dajia for one or two? Don't you have any conscience?"

Everyone was indignant. Yes, if you had any conscience, look at us! The Minister of Justice was clutching his dizzy head, the Minister of War was clutching his nose, which was almost unable to breathe due to rhinitis, the Minister of Works' rheumatic legs were so bad he could barely stand, and there were others...

Shi Shen looked at his miserable colleagues and felt a pang of guilt. He coughed and said, "Although I took my cousin away, there's still Xiao Lü."

Uh... Suddenly, everyone realized, why did Xiao Lü want to go back to the Shen residence? And she even crawled back. Could it be that she was also abused by Zhao Dajia?

All eyes turned to Zhao Dajia outside, and Zhao Dajia suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

After reading through all the posts, I couldn't help but sigh: "Poor Xiao Lü! She was called useless for not knowing how to pickle vegetables, then she was left outside freezing all night, and in the morning she was mistaken for a ghost and beaten up. Who could stand that!"

However, Sister Han is good at pickling vegetables and cooking, if she doesn't spit in it...

The group, who were still shocked by Xiao Lü's tragic fate, suddenly heard the name Sister Han. Their dead memories were revived, and their faces twisted in horror.

Chuanwen boarded the carriage and left, but Zhao Dajia turned back to look at Sister Han, who knew how to pickle vegetables. Sister Han, unaware of what had happened, tried her best to put on a flattering smile.

"You know how to pickle vegetables?"

When Zhao Dajia asked her, Sister Han quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, I'm an expert at pickling vegetables, and many people have praised me for it."

Zhao Dajia was quite satisfied and asked again, "You can cook too?"

Sister Han's smile widened. "Yes, yes, I'm a great cook! Not only can I cook and pickle vegetables, but I can also do all kinds of housework. I can definitely take good care of you and make you feel comfortable!"

Cough cough cough!

Zhao Dajia was so frightened that he coughed repeatedly. He waved his hand, saying that it wasn't necessary, as long as he did the housework, it would be fine. But when he looked at Sister Han again, he blushed a little.

"Uh, it's so hot today... Um, why don't you come back with me?"

Zhao Dajia changed the subject, and Sister Han lowered her head shyly and followed Zhao Dajia home.

In the teahouse, everyone looked at each other, feeling that although they seemed to have achieved their goal of finding a home for Zhao Dajia, something still felt off.

After that, Zhao Dajia indeed stopped getting up early and working overtime. He would finish his work every day and leave quickly. The officials were secretly delighted to see this, and even the emperor noticed that Zhao Dajia was acting strangely. Well, it seems that going to get off work on time is the normal thing to do.

To thank Zhao Dajia for finally stopping his harassment of them, the officials sent him gifts and money, ostensibly to help their colleagues build houses, but in reality, they were afraid that Zhao Dajia would go crazy and harass them again if he became unhappy.

The house where Zhao Dajia hanged himself was still a pile of ruins. They thought they could help him rebuild it. Now that you have a beauty in your arms, you can't live in such a mess. Otherwise, what if your beauty runs away?

Zhao Dajia never expected that his colleagues would think of him so much. Suddenly, the world seemed brighter and full of love.

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