Recently, Mr. Qi has been going home more often, and the unsuspecting neighbors thought he was less busy.
Those in the know, including Bu Ling, understood that Qi Gong had returned home because of Qi Yuhuai's matter.
Even if they knew, they didn't go around telling everyone. Well, if it were any other gossip, they would have discussed it enthusiastically, but this was different.
This concerns a girl's entire life; they wouldn't stoop to such a despicable act.
After nearly half a month of wrangling, Qi Yuhuai's matter finally came to a conclusion, thanks to Aunt Zhao, Bu Ling's gossip buddy.
In the end, Qi Gong won, but it also damaged the relationship between father and daughter. According to Aunt Zhao, Qi Yuhuai even said that he would sever ties with his daughter.
With Qi Yuhuai's retreat, the Qi family's affairs came to an end. By this time, the weather had already turned quite cold, and Bu Ling, who was afraid of the cold, had already put on a thin cotton-padded jacket.
Early that morning, Bu Ling sat on the back of Wu Yuanyuan's bicycle: "Yuanyuan, what's wrong with you lately? You seem down."
Wu Yuanyuan sighed deeply: "You don't understand."
Bling: ? ? ?
"You think I don't understand just because you don't explain?"
Wu Yuanyuan was silent for a while: "It's all because of the child. Lately, my mother-in-law keeps talking about wanting a grandson."
Perhaps they'd been holding it in for too long, thinking, "It's only been half a year, is there really such a rush?"
Bling....
She probably didn't really understand: "What did Brother Tiehe say?"
"He said there was no rush." - Wu Yuanyuan
Buling had never experienced such family matters, so she really couldn't offer any advice. Thinking of this, she felt somewhat fortunate that Sangshen's relatives were not around.
Even if they try to force a child to be born, they'll be at a distance, making things much easier for her.
"So what do you plan to do?"
Wu Yuanyuan sighed, "I'm so worried because I don't know what to do."
Buling muted her microphone; as an unmarried young woman, she really didn't know how to offer any advice.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Wu Yuanyuan continued to look worried, while Bu Ling poured herself a cup of hot water, took out a half-finished sweater from her bag, and started knitting it half-heartedly.
The one she's knitting now is for Liang Boda, and she's already two-thirds of it. She's confident she can get Liang Boda to wear it before the New Year. As for the mulberry one, she'll have to wait a bit longer!
She is prone to PTSD from knitting too many sweaters, which manifests as an aversion to knitting needles.
Before they knew it, it was the first day of the new year again. This time, Buling was still buying grain with Aunt Tian's family and Aunt Zhao's family, but this time they added mulberries to the mix.
This time, Buling Sangshen and Wu Yuanyuan were assigned to buy grain. The four of them had three bicycles, so it was relatively easy for them.
Buling didn't want to ride her bike, so she gave her bike to Wu Yuanyuan to ride, while she sat on the back of Sangshen's bicycle, which saved her energy and protected her from the wind.
This year's harvest is the same as last year, or even worse. This time, they only managed to buy 80 jin of grain. Eighty jin for eight people means that each person only gets 10 jin per month.
The families who had bought the grain showed no joy on their faces; their expressions were all droopy, their brows furrowed with sorrow. Even Wu Yuanyuan and her husband were no exception.
Buling and Sangshen exchanged a glance and sighed as well. They both had their older brothers to support them and were not short of money, so they were not in a real hurry. However, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.
With the decrease in food supply, the courtyard fell silent, and even Aunt Shen rarely caused trouble anymore.
However, there is one exception: Han Minghui, the eldest son of the Han family, who has been making headlines recently.
Because of Qi Yuhuai, the Qi family didn't have time to hold him accountable for stealing from them before, which may have emboldened Han Minghui.
In just one month, he visited many households in the compound.
Although the neighbors in the compound had various conflicts, this was the first time someone had stolen something.
And so, today they broke into Bling's house, only to be seen by Sangshen, who happened to be home getting something.
When Bu Ling found out, he didn't hold back and stormed into the Han family's house that very night. In front of Han Weiguo, who had just returned from get off work, he asked bluntly, "If your family is in trouble, just say so. What kind of nonsense is it to teach your child to steal?"
Han Weiguo's tired face turned green in an instant. He wanted to argue, but the neighbors in the courtyard all spoke up.
"Yes, Xiao Han, this child needs to be educated from a young age." Even Grandma Zheng, who usually doesn't meddle in other people's business, was dissatisfied, which shows how annoying Han Minghui is.
Han Weiguo was a proud man, and when faced with the neighbors' accusations, he grabbed Han Minghui without saying a word and gave him a beating.
Han Minghui cried his heart out, and his pitiful appearance made the neighbors reluctant to criticize him too much.
Bu Ling wasn't buying it: "Hey Comrade Han, stop hitting your son and apologize to us for not doing it yet."
Han Weiguo paused in his act of hitting his son, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes. But being under someone else's roof, he could only stiffen his face and apologize to Bu Ling and the neighbors.
Even then, Bu Ling wouldn't let him off the hook: "It's not that I'm being nosy, Comrade Han, but your child really needs to be disciplined. You always act all high and mighty outside, but you should spend more time at home."
Han Weiguo: He endured it!
“It’s only because we neighbors are easy to talk to that you’re here. Otherwise, if this happened to someone else, Comrade Han, you would be burying your child.” Bu Ling said bluntly.
Inside the house, Ling Wei held her youngest son quietly, barely daring to breathe. She could imagine how frustrated Han Weiguo must be.
"Thank you for your kindness, Comrade Bu, but you needn't worry about it," Han Weiguo said through gritted teeth.
"Do you think I want to meddle in your family's business? It's your kid who stole from my house." Buling rolled her eyes and turned to leave.
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