"Really? What a coincidence." Wang Shouren didn't bother to look at the calendar carefully.
He was almost finished with his work, so he packed up and went home.
The Little New Year is also divided into the Southern Little New Year and the Northern Little New Year. The Northern Little New Year is on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, while the Southern Little New Year is on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month. The dates are different.
“If this were before, you wouldn’t even be able to make it to the Kitchen God’s Festival. But now we don’t have so many rules. We just have a nice meal together.” The third uncle chatted with Wang Shouren while telling him about the changes of the past year: “The three women in your family are really capable. They’ve covered all the news in Beijing.”
"Haha, you'll have to have a good talk with me about this later."
Wang Shouren only knew the general outline; it was only interesting to learn about such things from his third uncle.
The three little ones kept pestering him, and it took them five minutes to walk the short distance to reach their destination.
The backyard has changed a lot.
Qin Jingru had drastically altered the side rooms on the left and right, mainly to use them as bedrooms. There was also a small study on the left. The middle room, which used to be the room of the deaf old lady, had been converted into a large living room. At this moment, several busy figures were setting out dishes inside. A large table had a large bronze stove in the center, which was bubbling and steaming.
Qin Huairu wiped the sweat from her busy work, and when she turned around, she saw Wang Shouren's beautiful eyes.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sweet smile.
"Oh, so this is the smile on her face, the look in her eyes, she's practically drooling with envy." Lou Xiao'e, who came out from the side room, felt a surge of jealousy when she saw the two of them like this.
Lou Xiao'e did not stay in Hong Kong for the Lunar New Year; she would still come over during the holiday period.
Furthermore, she also wanted to know what kind of toxic motivational talk Wang Shouren had given his son. Good heavens, he was acting like he'd been injected with chicken blood, asking her how to study properly and how to study so he could play games. She had no idea about these things, but ultimately, it was a good thing her son wanted to study, wasn't it?
"Little Dad..." Huaihua and Xiaodang called out. Beside them stood two bewildered young men.
Wang Shouren's eyes swept over them, and the two immediately felt a chill run down their spines. They inwardly groaned; they had thought their mother-in-law was difficult enough, but their father-in-law was far more formidable.
Before they came, they had already learned about the relationship between Qin Huairu and Wang Shouren from Huaihua and Xiaodang.
In an ordinary family, this wouldn't be a big deal; they'd just say he's not a good person. But the problem lies with these two.
The village head of Qinjiacun
The factory manager of Dayun Motorcycles.
These two are incredibly influential figures in Beijing.
It's safe to say that if you're in Beijing and haven't heard of these two people, then you've really wasted your time in Beijing.
The two young men were very nervous. Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at Wang Shouren. This guy always liked to do this kind of thing, calling it "torturing the younger generation," which she considered a privilege reserved for elders. What kind of privilege was this?
"Don't just stand there, dinner's ready!" The third auntie called out as she set out the dishes, seeing that everyone was there.
None of their family members came back for the Lunar New Year; they were all busy with their own things, and the old men didn't seem to mind.
Anyway, with Uncle Da and Wang Shouren's family around, it's no big deal for the old folks to come over for a meal. The Lunar New Year should be celebrated in a lively way.
"Come on, let's drink! Let's celebrate the return of our Factory Director Wang, and also celebrate the many names that have come out of our compound. This old man of mine, after going out for a walk, my face is covered in layers of skin!" The Third Uncle is still the Third Uncle after all; he's a master at livening up the atmosphere.
Everyone chimed in, raising their glasses and clinking them together.
The two sons-in-law of Qin Huairu were the most reserved.
Wang Shouren didn't really care much for Xiao Dang and Huaihua. However, as time went on, Jia Zhangshi grew increasingly displeased with the two maids. They were often seen starving and tearful, and Wang Shouren, unable to bear it, would occasionally feed them. Later, the two maids also learned of his relationship with Qin Huairu.
However, the two girls kept their mouths shut and didn't reveal anything. But in private, they would bravely call him "Little Daddy."
During that time, Qin Jingru would also secretly feed them, and thus became their "stepmother." Although the girl tried her best to tell the two children that she was the older one, she was not accepted.
Now, they are quite close to Wang Shouren's family.
As for Banggeng and Jia Zhangshi, they had already moved out of the courtyard.
Just before the New Year, they heard that Qin Huairu had become the village chief and was doing a good job. They wondered if they could benefit from her success. But who was Qin Huairu? She knew exactly what kind of person Banggeng was, and she wouldn't even give the two of them a chance. Banggeng got angry for a moment, but didn't do anything truly heinous. Mainly, he didn't dare.
Over the years, Qin Huairu has become increasingly dignified.
Later, when Xu Damao returned to sell the house, he went with him. It's said he made a fortune. He also sold the house in the courtyard, showing some conscience, and left with Jia Zhangshi. As for where they went, no one knows.
Wang Shouren ignored the two reserved fellows and chatted with the old men on his own.
"If this were before, I really wouldn't have dared to so openly go to their door asking for food," the old man sighed. "If someone were that inconsiderate, I reckon I'd be putting a sack over their head the next day."
“That’s right.” The third aunt nodded: “We’re considered good in the city. Back then, people in the countryside couldn’t make ends meet.”
They were talking about 1958. At that time, Wang Shouren had not yet transmigrated. He only knew from the original owner's memories that he had almost starved to death.
"It's all in the past, all in the past. Life is getting better and better." An older woman quickly said, "You guys always like to dwell on those hard times, whether there's something to it or not. Things are so much better now, Xiao Chuan! You don't even eat meat!"
Yi Xiaochuan shuddered, hurriedly stuffed a piece of fatty mutton into his mouth, and chewed desperately: "Mom, I'm eating!"
"Hmph! People these days don't know how to cherish things at all." An older woman sneered, "At his age, he still doesn't know how to bring a wife home! All he does is hang around at school all day."
Yi Xiaochuan: ...
"Mom, I haven't graduated yet!"
"Then how come Jingru can manage the factory?"
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