Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Chapter 169 A Change of Attitude, Good Teacher's Wife

"rest?"

Upon learning that Yang Jianguo would be off tomorrow, Yingzi, who was washing dishes, happily came over.

A hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

Only then did she return home feeling content and continue working at the stove.

Yang Jianguo was also pleased. He glanced at the documents and reports on the table and said, "I'll finish the report tonight, and we'll go home tomorrow."

"We'll spend the morning at home, and after lunch, we'll go for a good stroll around the neighborhood."

We've been married for so long, and we really haven't had a proper chance to travel around or explore.

Even in Beijing, there are so many places I haven't been to.

Yang Jianguo plans to take advantage of these two days to show his wife around the entire Forbidden City.

Clang clang~.

Someone knocked on the door. "Master, it's Zhang Chao."

Hearing the commotion outside, Yang Jianguo said to Yingzi, who was about to open the door, "You go ahead with your work, I'll go open it."

"Let him come and get the books, and leave as soon as he's done." Yang Jianguo found the completed manuscript in the 'bookshelf'.

As I turned around, I saw Yingzi open the door.

"Come in, come in."

"Thank you, Master's wife and Master." Zhang Chao entered.

"Here, take this and study it carefully. Write down anything you don't understand, and I'll explain it to you in detail later."

Yang Jianguo handed him the manuscript and then tried to see the guest out.

Yingzi invited them to sit down, saying, "Have a cup of tea before you leave. Here are some peanuts and candy; help yourself."

Zhang Chao wanted to sit down, but he noticed the look in his master's eyes.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "Thank you, Master's wife. I'm in a hurry to get back! It's too late, and my family will worry."

"Master, I'll be going now." After saying goodbye to Yang Jianguo, Zhang Chao turned and slipped away.

Goodness, even his own master is a jealous type.

Seeing himself as a third wheel, he wished he could smash him to pieces with an 80mm sledgehammer.

If he stayed any longer, Zhang Chao worried that his master would have him fired as "material" when he went to work on Monday.

Seeing his flustered appearance, Yingzi didn't even have time to stop him before he disappeared outside the doorway.

Looking back, Yang Jianguo quickly softened his gaze, becoming gentle.

Yingzi glared at him angrily and said in a coquettish voice, "How can you be like this? Your disciple has come to your home, and you don't even let him rest his feet."

"What's there to rest for? You're a grown man, what's a little bit of walking?" Yan Jianguo said.

Seeing his wife's unhappy and coquettish look, he said with a smile, "I just thought it was getting late and I was afraid his family would worry."

Yingzi rolled her eyes at him, thinking to herself, 'Are you afraid their family will worry, or are you afraid of delaying your own time...?'

Oh, this is so embarrassing.

Yingzi couldn't think straight, so she went back to the stove to clean up.

"Wife, I'll go run the water for you first." Yang Jianguo said as he went out the door to run the water in the side room next door.

Yingzi lowered her head and rubbed the rag, a faint blush appearing on her face.

"Master, Master Yang, are you there?" Someone came looking for him from outside again, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Yingzi stepped forward and lifted the curtain, revealing Widow Qin.

"Um, I need to get the book from my master," Widow Qin said somewhat awkwardly.

Because of Yang Jianguo's attitude, she never knew how to address him.

In desperation, all I could do was call out, "Yingzi."

I wouldn't dare call someone "Master's Wife" or anything like that.

But you said that Yang Jianguo was her mentor.

She calls her master's wife Yingzi. Is that appropriate?

This has led to a situation where, when we meet, we often don't know how to address each other.

Not only was she embarrassed, but Yingzi was embarrassed too.

If you say she calls herself "Sheng'er Shiniang," then Yingzi would definitely call her Huairu.

But now...

Calling her Huai Ru is inappropriate.

Calling her Sister Qin isn't appropriate either.

And what about your own husband? Should you address him as "Jianguo" or "your master"?

How difficult!

Just as the two were getting a little tense, Yang Jianguo came out from next door.

"Master, I'm here to get the book." Qin Huairu stepped back a few paces to make room for him.

Yang Jianguo nodded and walked towards the house, stopping at the door.

"Why didn't you greet us when you arrived?" he said, before going inside.

Qin Huairu stood there, her expression shifting from blank to surprised, and then to tears welling in her eyes.

Finally, with a choked voice, he greeted Yingzi with "Hello, Master's wife."

"Okay, all is well."

Yingzi sighed with relief, thinking that the relationship was finally back to normal.

No more awkward meetings, where people feel like they don't even know each other.

Yang Jianguo also took out his manuscript: "Here, write down anything you don't understand, and we'll explain it to you in a group later."

Holding the manuscript close to her chest, Qin Huairu bowed deeply in sincere admiration: "Thank you, Master, thank you."

Yang Jianguo's acceptance and change of heart were really important to her.

It was like giving her a shot of adrenaline.

This shattered Qin Huairu's previously hollow confidence, which was like a deflated balloon...

Clang! That's it.

Yang Jianguo personally stuffed a lump of iron inside to make it sturdy.

here you go!

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Qin Huairu walked back with light steps.

Even the fatigue in my body seemed to vanish completely.

Once inside, Granny Jia immediately began to mutter to herself.

But Qin Huairu seemed to have a filter in her ears, only able to see the words in front of her.

Xiao Dang's happy laughter and the 'rustling' sound of the pen and notebook rubbing together as Bang Geng did his homework.

Granny Jia kept making smacking noises, like she was performing a black-and-white pantomime, and you couldn't hear a single word.

"Little Dang, be good. Mommy needs to study and read. Can you play over there?"

After putting her daughter down, Qin Huairu gently patted her head with a soft laugh.

"Mom, I want to study with you." Xiao Dang ran to the dining table, climbed onto a stool, knelt down, and patted the seat next to her.

"Mom, come quick!" Xiao Dang turned around with a bright smile.

Seeing my daughter's bright and innocent smile, and then looking at my son with his head down, diligently doing his homework.

He turned around and patted Huaihua, who was fast asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed), saying, "This is what life should be like, this is what life is all about!"

"Jianguo, why did you suddenly change your mind?" Inside the room, Yingzi, trying to ease the awkwardness, also wanted to know what her husband was thinking.

Sitting at the table, Yang Jianguo, who was organizing documents, looked up and said with a faint smile, "It's not that I changed my mind, it's that she proved herself capable."

This covers Qin Huairu's entire performance from when she first entered the workshop until now.

After giving Yingzi a general explanation, she felt a sense of admiration for Widow Qin.

"I never expected that Widow Qin would have this skill."

"A person lives for their pride. She couldn't understand it before, and she never had the chance."

"Now that she's figured it out and invested the resources to get the opportunity, how could she not work hard?"

Upon hearing this, Yingzi asked curiously, "What are the costs?"

Isn't she just begging Jianguo to give her a chance to work in the factory?

“Face, dignity, pride—costs more valuable than money,” Yang Jianguo told her, listing them off one by one.

Qin Huairu is a woman who cares about her reputation, at least for now.

There's still a touch of pride in him.

When you finally reach the point where you've eaten your fill of the last of your kind, and you're used to the enjoyment, that's when things really get to the point where you're completely satisfied.

Even if you shove the opportunity into her hands or throw it in her face, she won't even look at it.

And then they'll yell at you, "That hurt!"

Chapter 170 Returning Home is a Visit, a Relative's Home

Yang Jianguo and Yingzi got up early in the morning.

"You really shouldn't sleep a little longer; you've only slept for five hours." Yingzi glanced at the time and asked about his health.

Since I have two days off anyway, there's no need to rush to do it right now.

"No need, it's already agreed."

Yang Jianguo pointed to his eyes and laughed, "Look, do I look like I haven't woken up yet?"

Judging from his appearance, he really doesn't look like someone who hasn't woken up yet.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Yingzi went to the stove to cook.

First, start the fire, then go to the side room next door to feed the chickens and collect the eggs.

Today, the two old hens laid four eggs.

Yingzi thought to herself, "Steamed eggs and steamed buns are fine for breakfast this morning."

These two old hens are really capable; they lay eggs every day, and at least two at a time.

There are at least four of them, and this situation is quite common.

We eat eggs every day at home and still manage to save up two bags of them. Who would believe that?

But it's really true, isn't that infuriating?

Anyway, Yingzi isn't angry!

Not only am I not angry, I wish they would lay more seeds.

We won't tell anyone; we'll just keep it for ourselves.

If we save up any extra, we'll bring it back to Yingzi's parents sometime.

These eggs are very precious these days!

Look at that fellow villager, he sells eggs himself.

Can you believe it?! You're staring at an egg and swallowing your saliva!

Even though they carry a bag of eggs every day, they can't eat a single one all year round.