Reborn 99 Days Later, Becoming a Landlady and Getting into Tsinghua and Peking Universities

"We've severed ties, so why are you still coming to my house?"

Just as Liang Yongchang's questioning voice rang out above her head, Liang Yili had just hidden the remaining thirty-odd yuan in the house.

Liang Yili gestured for her sister to continue searching, then stood up and looked at Liang Yongchang expressionlessly, saying:

"Your home? You must be mistaken. The house was allocated to my mother by the factory. What does it have to do with you?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Liang Yongchang's face, and he said in a harsh voice:

"Regardless of who it was allocated to, I'm currently working at the factory, so the house is mine. You have one day to move out as soon as possible!"

Liang Yili raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly: "Liang Yongchang, are you sure?"

Even though it was the height of summer and people were sweating profusely, Liang Yongchang felt a chill run down his spine from Liang Yili's laughter.

Considering that the two were only 15 years old, he shook his head, forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart, and said:

"I'm in a rush to get to work, I don't have time to argue with you. Pack your things and get out of here!"

After saying that, he walked straight to the door, opened it, and said, "You'd better be ungrateful. Don't force me to throw your things out."

"I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, so don't even think about plotting against me behind my back."

Before leaving, Liang Yongchang, who was thinking about bringing Li Nuansi and her son back as soon as possible, looked at the traces of life Hua Hechun had left in the house and said impatiently:

"Oh, and take all the dead people's things with you too, it's too unlucky to keep them at home!"

One sentence naturally earned him a furious glare from the two men.

Liang Ruotao and Liang Yili looked at each other and immediately saw the gloom in each other's eyes.

Okay, you think it's bad luck? Then don't stay here anymore!

The two got up early and went straight to the tenement building.

After packing up and carrying my bags downstairs, I bumped into several neighbors who were letting their children roam around downstairs.

"Aren't these the two girls from the Hechun family? Why are they carrying so much stuff? Where are they going?"

Having anticipated this, Liang Ruotao gritted her teeth and, with a determined heart, lightly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, which she had secretly added the substance to.

Then I forced myself to think about the most painful thing in my life.

Within three seconds, large tears streamed down her face like broken beads.

Seeing that Liang Yili was still pinching herself hard but couldn't cry, she simply gave up struggling.

The enthusiastic and gossipy neighbors, sensing something was amiss, quickly blocked the sisters' path.

"Oh dear, good heavens, why are you crying like this? What's wrong? Tell your auntie?"

"The factory is going to take your houses back?"

That shouldn't be the case. Hua Hechun had done a favor for the factory director, and he died saving someone. It was even in the newspapers. For both public and private reasons, the factory wouldn't want to take back the house so soon!

Some of the people who had wanted to change rooms for a while grabbed Liang Ruotao's arm, preventing her from leaving.

Liang Ruotao bit her lip hard, and only when she was forced to speak did she say:

"No...it's because he's cutting ties with us, saying my mom's things are unlucky...he's getting married, and my sister and I...waaaaah!"

Liang Yili said stubbornly with a straight face, "Sister, we've already broken off ties, why bring this up again?"

Everyone present was a mother, so I could really relate to the situation.

Seeing the two children like this, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings and sighed:

"He Chun has only been dead for a month, right? And Liang Yongchang is already getting married? And he even kicked the two children out of the house? What gives him the right?"

"That's right, based on seniority and contributions, how could Liang Yongchang possibly get such a nice house..."

Among the crowd, Liang Yongchang's nemesis, who had always disliked him, glanced around and quietly left.

Liang Ruotao caught a glimpse of the factory manager's wife walking this way in the distance, and a shadow of gloom flashed across her eyes:

"If it's going to rain, it's going to rain; if Dad wants to remarry, we can't control it, and we don't have the ability to stop it."

"But... my mother was trying to save someone... how heartbroken she must be in the afterlife for him to do this!"

"My mother always taught my sister and me to learn from Uncle Lei Feng and do good deeds, but... do good people really get good rewards?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously noisy scene suddenly fell silent.

The factory manager's wife, having quickly learned the cause and effect, changed her expression.

She knew this matter had to be handled properly.

Otherwise, it will have a very bad impact on the factory.

Before she could speak, Hua Yuansheng drove the oxcart over.

Looking at the other person's thin but well-defined joints and hands covered in calluses.

His back was bent, but his body trembled as he kept lifting things onto the oxcart.

And when Liang Yili and her sister called him "Grandpa," everyone's expression changed.

Amidst everyone's contemplation, Liang Ruotao raised her tear-streaked face, forcing a smile through her pain:

"Thank you all, I...we're leaving..."

Watching the three figures of the grandfather, grandmother, and grandson, thin and helpless, gradually disappear into the distance, someone said:

"Hua and Chun risked their lives to save others, and these two children ended up like this..."

Put yourself in their shoes, you'd probably be so angry you'd crawl out of your coffin in the middle of the night, right?

That noon, Liang Yongchang's arch-rival, who had always disliked him, stopped the factory director.

He vividly explained how unreasonable it was that Liang Yongchang had no achievements during his many years in office, yet lived in such a nice house.

When the factory manager got home that evening, he hadn't even settled into his seat before he was bombarded with his wife's whispered words of advice.

If the daytime complaint is considered to be an employee's personal grievance...

Therefore, the factory director's wife's words had to be taken very seriously by the factory director.

Most importantly, the next afternoon, the factory manager received an application form covered with signatures.

So, just as Liang Yongchang was still immersed in the wonderful dream of getting promoted and making a fortune, having a beautiful wife by his side, and his son by his side, a piece of bad news suddenly fell from the sky - he had to change houses.

The factory required him to move from his current two-bedroom apartment to a dormitory room of less than ten square meters, where eight people lived.

Most importantly, his previously easy position, where he could slack off, was reassigned to the most difficult and tiring job.

The leader also earnestly advised, "We workers are like bricks in the factory; we'll go wherever we're needed. I believe in you; I'm sure you can handle the new job and achieve great things."

"The factory doesn't lack bricks; it's us bricks who need the factory."

What could Liang Yongchang, who was in so much pain, say about this?

He could only smile wryly and promise, "I guarantee I will complete the mission."

Liang Yongchang, who had spent half his life indulging in laziness, gritted his teeth and worked hard for a month, only to find that his salary was a third less than before.

What's worse, no matter where he goes, he feels like a monkey, being pointed at and watched as a spectacle.

He certainly knew who was behind it all.

But the factory manager personally approached him and told him to think things through before acting.

He didn't want to hear anything more negative about the factory.

If the problem truly cannot be solved, he wouldn't hesitate to eliminate the person who caused it if necessary.

Did Liang Yongchang regret it?

Liang Yili didn't know, and didn't want to know.

because,

"Why are you catching these crimson things?"

crimson?

Liang Yili glanced at the crayfish in her hand that was waving its claws around.

"Don't catch it! This thing is very fierce, and it doesn't have much meat. It will taste very fishy and not good!" said the aunt who had just returned from irrigating the paddy field.

Crayfish don't taste good?

Suddenly, Liang Yili recalled the spicy crayfish that were the best-selling items at barbecue stalls every summer.

Looking down at the nearly overflowing, crowded, and seemingly shimmering golden crayfish in the ditch, his eyes suddenly lit up.

She knows how to earn her first pot of gold!