Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

As soon as he fell silent, Xu Damao immediately jumped in, joining in the fun:

"yes."

"We were all there!"

"Dongxu did say that Sister Qin wasn't very good, and I can vouch for that!"

"Shazhu, Guangqi, you two are here too, is that what happened?"

Sha Zhu and Guang Qi exchanged a glance and could only nod vaguely—it was true, but nobody took it seriously at the time.

Alright, the evidence is conclusive!

Everyone secretly thought to themselves: when it comes to cunning and smooth talk, Jia Dongxu is far inferior to Wang Anping.

Madam Jia wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words back, unable to find a reason to refute it.

The key is.

Life goes on.

Clearly, Wang Anping is not someone to be trifled with.

If he were to offend him to the point of death, Dongxu would continue to be bullied by this kid in the courtyard.

Wang Anping patted Jia Dongxu on the shoulder.

Smiling with a "sincere" expression:

"Alright, don't feel wronged. There will be other opportunities for blind dates in the future."

"We're brothers, you should learn from me in this."

"It turns out I had better taste than you; Huai Ru is such a nice person!"

"Next time you go on a blind date, feel free to ask me to help you choose. I'm not bragging, but I do have some expertise when it comes to picking a wife."

Everyone: ...

This is absolutely devastating!

Wang Anping wasn't finished yet; he turned to look at Sha Zhu, Xu Damao, and the others:

"Shazhu, Damao, Guangqi, you guys are the same."

"Look at your Sister Qin, she's pretty, hardworking, and excellent in every way! In the future, when you go on blind dates, just invite me along, and I'll help you choose the best ones."

"We're all brothers from the same courtyard, don't be shy."

"Finding a wife is a major life event. If you don't find a good one, your future will be filled with arguments and quarrels. I can't bear to see you suffer and your home be in constant turmoil."

The neighbors nearby were even more speechless.

Families with eligible young men, in particular, were starting to have concerns:

This guy is planning to ruin everything for everyone else!

Take Jia Dongxu's blind date this morning, for example. With Wang Anping around, the girls' standards would have to be raised two levels. How could ordinary young men even catch their eye?

From now on, when your child goes on blind dates, you'd better avoid him, otherwise it will be even harder for him to find a wife!

at night.

Inside the Jia family's house.

Jia Dongxu lay on the wooden bed, tossing and turning with his eyes wide open, unable to sleep. The thought of Qin Huairu made his heart bleed.

He was so resentful that Wang Anping had snatched away such a wonderful wife.

After a long pause, he suddenly spoke, his voice muffled:

"Mom, I still want to go on blind dates to find a wife."

"And I have to find someone like Qin Huairu, otherwise I won't be satisfied!"

"If Wang Anping can find it, I certainly can too!"

Jia Zhangshi felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.

My son is completely clueless.

But she couldn't say this outright, for fear of discouraging her son, so she could only say:

"I've already spoken to Aunt Li and asked her to help me find some suitable candidates!"

"But Mom has to say a few words to you."

"When looking for a wife, you can't just look at her appearance."

"As long as the girl is hardworking and capable, and her family is well-off, looks aren't that important. Being pretty can't put food on the table."

Disturbed by her son, Jia Zhangshi lost her sleepiness.

She simply put on her coat, sat up, lit the kerosene lamp by the bedside, and dragged out a winnowing basket from under the bed, which contained several pairs of unfinished shoe soles and uppers.

She rummaged through the soles of the shoes, found the largest size, and then took out the matching uppers.

She threaded the needle and began to sew.

Jia Dongxu found it strange:

"mom!"

"What are you doing making shoes in the middle of the night?"

Jia Zhangshi paused in her actions, thinking to herself that if she told her son the truth, he would definitely explode, so she swallowed her words.

Thinking of another question, I suddenly blushed a little.

He asked in a low voice:

"Dongxu..."

"What do you think of your Uncle He?"

Jia Dongxu was taken aback.

Uncle He?

After a while, he realized that his mother was talking about He Daqing, and immediately pursed his lips, saying nonchalantly:

"What else can we do? Just leave it as it is!"

"Shazhu is a bit dim-witted, and his father is always slacking off and never serious."

Madam Jia put down her needlework and asked again:

"Then tell me, what if Uncle He became your stepfather?"

"What?!"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Jia Dongxu suddenly sat up in bed, his voice rising in volume:

"Mom, are you crazy?"

"I disagree!"

"Who does He Daqing even think he is?"

"Besides, that idiot Sha Zhu, I don't want to be brothers with him!"

He couldn't understand why his mother would have such an idea. In his opinion, having He Daqing as a stepfather was utterly shameful, and he resolutely opposed it without even thinking about it.

Madam Jia rolled her eyes at him and pouted, saying:

"What do you know!"

"Let me tell you, I heard that yesterday He Daqing was stopped by Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong while trying to run away, and they found more than a thousand yuan in his suitcase!"

"Over a thousand? How long do you work to save that much money?"

"And both he and his father are cooks."

"We've really become a family."

"Then we won't have to worry about food and drink anymore."

"You've seen how well the He family lives; they get to eat meat every few days."

Jia Dongxu couldn't help but swallow hard.

He's craving meat again!

Early in the morning, Wang Anping went straight to Old Zhou's yard, took out his key, opened the door, and went inside.

Now he has the key to the yard, so it's very convenient for him to come and go.

We entered the courtyard.

They saw that Old Zhou had already gotten up and was sweeping the yard with a broom.

Wang Anping walked familiarly to the corner of the wall, opened the chicken coop, and several free-range chickens flapped their wings and ran out, slowly strolling around the yard, digging in the dirt for food.

There are only a few chickens, and the yard is spacious.

They can fill their stomachs by digging up some insects or grass seeds; there's no need to bother feeding them.

It can also add a lot of life to the yard.

It's just a bit troublesome—

The chickens pooped and defecated everywhere, so Old Zhou had to clean up the chicken droppings in the yard all the time.

Not only chickens, but Wang Anping also brought over a few rabbits, which always liked to dart around in the yard, and the old man had to take care of their eating, drinking and relieving himself.

Upon seeing Wang Anping arrive, Old Zhou, holding a broom, couldn't help but roll his eyes:

"You brat, you stuffed these living creatures into my place."

"At least I can relax and have some peace and quiet."

I'll clean it all.

Wang Anping curled his lip:

"This is your chance to build up your physical strength!"

Despite saying that, Old Zhou had a happy look on his face.

Compared to when Wang Anping first met him, the old man looked much better now and was full of energy. It seemed that the extra work had actually made him even healthier than before.

During a casual chat, Wang Anping also heard some stories from the old man.

The old man practiced boxing when he was young.

In those chaotic years of war, practicing martial arts was, frankly speaking, a way to survive.

Back then, he fought alongside others in warlord conflicts and even carried a gun to fight the Japanese invaders, but he never joined a regular army—given his unrestrained nature, he simply couldn't stand the strict discipline of the military.

Later, he was shot on the battlefield, which damaged his health, and his body deteriorated year by year.

It was a coincidence, too.

They encountered a "monster" like Wang Anping.