Chapter 147 Not Forced

"Of course not. What good can the descendants born by a deadbeat do? They will suffer more in the future..."

The eyes of the masses are sharp. The filial piety of children and grandchildren cannot be shown off by a few words or a few things, but by their daily actions. Ha, the day after the elderly received their pensions and subsidies, the yard was particularly lively.

An Zhiqiu kept looking at the girl along the way.

"What? Are you shocked by my toughness?" An Zhixia smiled obediently.

"I'm afraid that your reputation will spread out and it will be hard to find a partner. I'll have to stay at home as a maid," he sighed worriedly. "I'm an ordinary man, but I have such an outstanding girl. I don't know when I can accumulate enough skills to protect you behind me."

"Brother," she said with a smile, "as long as you are happy and healthy, and always keep a place for me in your heart, that will be enough for me. You are my only relative." At the end, her tone was tinged with pitiful tenderness, which almost melted An Zhiqiu's heart.

"Silly girl, we are siblings, twins who have been with each other since we were in our mother's womb. What kind of relationship can compare to the deep relationship we have had for the past 19 years and for decades to come?" He looked at his sister with tenderness and doting, his eyes red. "If it weren't for you, I would have collapsed long ago, just like the protagonist in the story of Xiangzi the Camel. Even though he was an honest and motivated person at the beginning, he eventually gave up on himself.

Xia Xia, you are so important to me that you can never imagine it, so it is enough for me if you are happy, healthy and free from troubles. "

An Zhixia's eyes curved, "Brother, I'm so glad to have come to this strange world and met you..."

"Alright, alright," An Zhiqiu couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body and wiped his nose, "Let's stop being so clingy. It's quite cold outside. Let's hurry up and have some hot food and go back to the hotel."

The two were exhausted after a day of running around, so they ordered two servings of Chinese sausage noodles. When they finished eating, it was already dark. An Zhiqiu held a flashlight, and the two of them pushed the cart back to the hotel.

Kyoto's winter is dry and harsh. When the wind blows, the sand on the ground flies everywhere, covering people's heads and faces with a thick layer of sand. The two exchanged bath tickets with the waiter, carried the basin with spare clothes, towels and soap in it, and went to the bathhouse next door.

This was very new to An Zhixia. She had been to the bathhouses in Country H, the bathhouses in Country R, and the foot baths and SPAs in her own country, but she had an inexplicable feeling for the bathhouses that embodied the marks of the times. Although she had never experienced it, she was brainwashed by those movies and TV dramas, and she seemed to have been through this era.

After handing over the bath ticket and ten cents, and receiving a key and lock, An Zhixia said hello to her brother and walked in, pulling aside the thick curtain. The warm steam that hit her face was accompanied by a faint fishy smell. After passing the cabinet, there was a row of wooden chairs and cabinets with numbers written on them all around.

She followed everyone else's example and took out a newspaper and spread it in the closet, then stuffed her clothes and clothes she had taken off into the closet, then went to the bathroom naked, holding the basin and shivering. The air was filled with mist, the sound of people chatting, and the water was a little hot. I have to say that this was a very memorable experience, the kind that you would miss if you didn't come here once, and you would never want to experience it again.

She rinsed herself twice, and occasionally dealt with the two chatty aunties next to her. After coming out, even though she felt comfortable, she was not very energetic. She threw the clothes into several automatic washing machines according to the inside and outside and color, and fell asleep.

It’s great to be young. After a good sleep, she feels full of energy.

She was in a good mood, so she naturally wanted to go out beautifully. She took good care of her skin, applied makeup cream, lip gloss, and combed her hair into two centipede braids. An Zhixia put on black tapered pants, a burgundy loose and thick sweater, a black casual wool coat, a turmeric scarf around her neck, a woolen hat of the same color, and black Martin boots, and went out beautifully.

An Zhiqiu's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he couldn't help but repeat all the compliments. He was glad that he was dressed neatly, otherwise he would be embarrassed to stand next to the girl.

After breakfast, the two of them rushed to Nanhuadongli, which is the courtyard area outside the compound.

The gate of the house was wide open, and everything inside had been moved out, not even a piece of paper or a broken tile was left, not to mention the original furniture in the house. Someone even took down the door and took it away. The brother and sister shrugged helplessly at this scene of plundering, which was expected.

An Zhixia still wore the red armband and held the red book in her arms as she went to the three-story house her brother had bought. They arrived early, and everyone was eating, and those who went to school or work had not left yet.

"You, who are you?" The commotion in the small courtyard last night spread throughout Nanhuadong in less than one night. Seeing the two young men who swaggered into the courtyard and looked particularly neat, everyone's heart trembled.

"All reactionaries are paper tigers. I am your new landlord," An Zhixia took out a notebook and a pen, and asked in a cold voice with a stern face, "Do you want me to evict you, or continue to rent the house by paying rent? My house is large and has a yard. It is also adjacent to the street, so it is convenient for access. I charge 5 cents per square meter in rent every month, plus 1 cent per square meter for repairs. Is that fair enough?"

“This house is a work unit…”

"A single spark can start a prairie fire. That's a thing of the past. You took the compensation money from the company and still occupied private houses! Okay, I won't waste any more words with you. Just refer to the situation when you entered the yard last night and think about whether you should rent a house or move out decently, or move out in disgrace after making a fuss for a long time?" An Zhixia said as he picked up the axe and swung it at the door. The axe made a few swish sounds and somersaulted over before being embedded heavily in the door panel.

As a female artist, who doesn’t have a few tricks to impress people?

Several residents in the small courtyard were notoriously difficult to deal with, and they were very skilled in using the tactics of crying, making a scene, and threatening to commit suicide, but they still didn't get any advantage from the brother and sister. After a night of fermentation, everyone was panicked and unsure, and looking at An Zhixia's cold and murderous face, her axe-swinging movements, and the red armbands, red books, and quotations from Comrade Mao that she fiddled with from time to time, they lost their fighting spirit.

"Young comrade, six cents per square meter is a bit expensive, isn't it? A 50-square-meter apartment with a toilet only costs two yuan a month," an old lady protested weakly.

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance! Since there is such a cheap house, you can move there. I won't force you."

(End of this chapter)