The next day, the news that the Tang family was selling their house spread throughout Fucheng. Tang Zhihua was the director of studies at No. 1 Middle School at the time. He had power and connections, so naturally the land he got was the best. As soon as he spread the word that he was going to sell the house, many people wanted to buy it, including Aunt Xu's family next door.

"Humph, you're crazy about money. A shabby house costs 50,000, who would buy it?"

Aunt Xu's loud voice came over, saying bad things about Tang Zhihua: "This house will definitely not sell. 20,000 yuan is fine, but only a fool would buy it for 50,000 yuan. Tang Zhihua has done too many immoral things and got a strange disease. Now that the dean of teaching has been changed in No. 1 Middle School, Tang Zhihua can't even guard the gate. He can only get a few dozen yuan a month for living expenses. He can't make ends meet."

"Just watch, that bitch Bai Haitang will definitely not be able to live a poor life. She will cheat on Tang Zhihua in half a year at most!"

Aunt Xu's voice became louder and louder, and could be heard even outside the alley. Jiang Hanyan, who was basking in the sun in the yard, could hear it clearly.

Although Aunt Xu's words were a bit hurtful, they also made some sense. A woman like Bai Haitang really couldn't live a hard life. I just don't know who she will hook up with next? Jiang Hanyan was lying on the recliner, basking in the sun and feeling drowsy. She didn't see Father Lu tiptoeing to the wall and pouring a bucket of coal slag towards the wall with a gloomy face.

"Ah... bah bah bah... which wicked bastard..."

Aunt Xu started to curse loudly, and cursed the Lu family's ancestors for eighteen generations in a row. Father Lu did not give in and cursed Aunt Xu's ancestors for thirty-eight generations towards the wall. Both the man and the woman were ruthless and cursed without even taking a breath.

"A yaksha like you, if you take off your clothes and lie on the street, no male dog will pay attention to you. You want to steal people but you can't!" Father Lu put his hands on his hips and cursed. Although Bai Haitang was not his wife anymore, he could not let this female yaksha insult him.

"Bah! I'm a decent woman, and I stole your father!"

"My father doesn't like you. My mother is very beautiful."

"You're a living cuckold, you're born a cuckold. You're defending your cheating wife. You deserve to be whipped by your son!"

"My son was whipped for my father. It is only natural for me to whip my son. If you are jealous, come here and let my son whip you dozens of times to loosen your skin!"

"I won't argue with you, you scoundrel. You deserve green hair on your head and ulcers on your butt. If you feel sorry for Bai Haitang, just take her back to live with you. You don't mind her being dirty anyway!"

Aunt Xu felt that cursing under the wall was not enough, so she moved a ladder to the bottom of the wall, climbed up and cursed.

Although Mr. Lu didn't have a ladder, he was still very aggressive. He refused to give in and even spat on the wall.

Jiang Hanyan watched in silence. This scumbag father was indeed a bitch. Aunt Xu was not a good person either. She was too lazy to care and would stop scolding him when she got tired.

But Lu Chen couldn't stand it anymore, and went out and shouted, "If you want to quarrel, get out of here!"

Father Lu immediately shut up, glared at Aunt Xu, and limped back to the house, holding his waist. However, he was thinking in his heart that if Bai Haitang was really willing to come back to live, he would welcome her warmly.

After staying in Fucheng for two days, on the third day, Jiang Hanyan went back to the Jiang family. Jiang's father was playing cards with a group of people in the yard. When he saw her, his face changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Why are you back?" Jiang's father asked.

It would be best if this rebellious girl never came back in her life. Just send some money back every month.

"Come back and see if you have done anything immoral!"

Jiang Hanyan glared at him unhappily, took out a thousand yuan from his pocket, threw it on the table, and said coldly: "I won't be back for the New Year, this money is for you to spend."

"Only a thousand?"

Jiang's father looked disgusted. What good could a thousand dollars do?

"Forget it if you don't want it."

Jiang Hanyan reached out to take the money, and Jiang's father immediately pocketed the money, "Who said you don't want it? Your mother is in the room, go talk to her and don't disturb me while I'm playing cards."

When Jiang Hanyan entered the room, the others who were playing cards envied her and said, "You are so lucky. Hanyan is pretty and capable, and she is a college student. She gives you money every month. She is much more proud than your son."

"Average, a little better than the others."

Father Jiang spoke modestly but his expression was extremely proud. He no longer killed pigs. He drank, played cards, and boasted every month. He lived a happier life than a god.

The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that the last time in that club left him with a psychological trauma, which made him in a bad condition now. A while ago, he went to a beauty salon in the county and spent fifty yuan to find the most beautiful one. But the session ended just as he started, and he never got back on his feet after that. He felt so heartbroken that the fifty yuan was wasted.

Father Jiang then understood that he was really losing his manhood. Even if he was given four beauties, he would not be able to regain his manhood.

After that, Jiang's father got a lot of whips from cows, horses, donkeys, sheep, dogs and pigs, and tried them all, but there was almost no effect. He went to an old Chinese doctor and got some medicine, but there was still no effect. He gave up and became addicted to playing cards.

Jiang Hanyan also gave Jiang's mother one thousand yuan. Jiang's mother was very happy and enthusiastically invited her to have dinner before leaving.

"I'm not eating anymore. Has Jiang Siyuan come back?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"No, not even a letter. This girl has been raised in vain." Jiang's mother curled her lips, but she also felt that her daughter had a promising future, so she praised Jiang Hanyan repeatedly.

"I won't be back for the New Year. If Jiang Siyuan comes back, please call me." Jiang Hanyan said.

"Okay, you can take these dried vegetables with you. I picked them in the mountains. They are the tenderest ones."

Jiang's mother took out several bags of dried vegetables from the cupboard, including dried bamboo shoots, dried potatoes, dried lettuce, dried wild vegetables, etc. It was a big bag full. Jiang Hanyan did not refuse. Although Jiang's mother was a little stupid and couldn't do it, the dried vegetables tasted very good and were delicious when soaked in water and stewed with meat.

After staying in Fucheng for only three days, Jiang Hanyan and Lu Chen returned to Shanghai. Before leaving, they had a heart-to-heart talk with the old woman, gave her 500 yuan alone, and asked her to keep an eye on Lu's father and call them if there was any movement.

The old woman readily agreed. Now that she had lost her retirement home and had no other income, she could only rely on Lu Chen and Jiang Hanyan. Five hundred a month was enough for her to live on, and she could even save some.

After returning to Shanghai, Jiang Hanyan took Doudou back and called Yan Boli.

"You guys are back? I'm coming over now."

Yan Boli was a little more anxious than the last time he called. He arrived less than an hour after hanging up the phone, still looking like an elegant and elite person.

"It's nice for you to live here. It feels like home."

Yan Boli looked around the house. It was the love nest he and Ji Ruyu once had. Every floor tile and every decoration were designed by him personally. The house was still the same house, but the owner had changed.

The furnishings of the house have not changed, but there have been some changes. When he and Ji Ruyu lived there before, they seldom cooked at home, and there were no children at home. They were both busy people, working from nine to five, and did not spend much time at home. It was called a home, but in fact it was more like a hotel.

To be continued tomorrow