Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

The handlebars were hanging, with ropes at both ends attached to the back, and a tall cabbage was loaded on the double bars in front.

Looking into the back seat, there was a bright red, festive box.

He completely baffled many people.

No, am I living a bad life?

It's not Chinese New Year yet, is it?

When they arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Yang Jianguo lifted the car up.

They locked the door and started moving things inside.

It took two trips to get the whole vehicle and its cargo into the compound.

"Jianguo, did your factory issue all of these?" Aunt Yi, who had been following him since he came in, was a little dizzy looking at them.

This meat, this oil, this white flour.

The packaging looks festive, with pictures of seasonal fruits and words written on the box.

We don't know what kind of treasure is inside.

"Ah, it was issued by the factory," Yang Jianguo replied with a smile.

He parked the car, went inside to get the keys, and started rummaging through the cellar.

He left the white sugar, tea leaves, and soybean oil for me.

The rest were all put into the cellar.

Aunt Yi, who was watching the children inside, also came out carrying Zhiyuan.

This child is quiet, doesn't cause trouble, and is rarely sleepy.

Unlike the little girl Zhiyi, who was given the nickname 'An'an'.

That's anything but peaceful, it's really mischievous!

"Wow, there's so much stuff here."

Hearing her say that, Yang Jianguo laughed and said, "Your family has quite a few as well."

Sure enough, when Yi Zhonghai returned, he had quite a few burdens on his hands and shoulders.

Although it can't compare to those in special workshops, it's still the highest-paid among ordinary workers.

No matter what, he's still a level eight worker.

That's something no one can change.

When Sha Zhu came back, he was all smiles and rushed into the house, shouting, "Wife, look what I brought back!"

Ran Qiuye rushed into the house in a few steps, and her laughter rang out.

Aunt Yi stood at the head of the house, waiting and waiting.

She was just waiting for her son to come back, bringing lots of gifts, to make her happy.

Look how many people there are, we brought them all back.

That Third Uncle took the things yesterday.

Why is this child still nowhere to be found?

Seeing the commotion outside the door, the woman hurried forward.

Then I saw a tricycle parked at the gate, and Qin Huairu was carrying things with the driver, planning to move them into the yard.

"Huai Ru, you're back." Looking at the things Qin Huai Ru was carrying... lots and lots of bags, it seemed like besides that suitcase...

The rest are no different from Yang Jianguo.

If we interpret it that way, shouldn't it be the same?

"Sigh, you're back." Qin Huairu smiled and replied casually before leading her master into the courtyard.

Upon arriving at the door, Qin Huairu asked the waiter to place the items on the table and then paid the waiter.

Meanwhile, Granny Jia, who had been waiting inside for a long time, ran out.

"My goodness, so much food! How long will this last?" Granny Jia touched this and that.

Look at those cabbages with their leaves covered in dirt and turning yellow.

I only felt that it was fresh and vibrant.

"It's enough for our family to get through the winter," Qin Huai said proudly, gesturing for Granny Jia to carry it into the house.

The man turned to look at Yang Jianguo's house and glanced at the small bag he was carrying.

Moved.

Qin Huairu knocked on the door and took a few steps back to wait.

The Forever women's bicycle wasn't seen at the entrance, so the teacher's wife must not have returned. It wouldn't be appropriate for her to go in.

Holding his son, Yang Jianguo opened the door, took two steps outside, and asked, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "It's nothing, Master. I just brought you some tea."

Feeling as if someone was watching her, Qin Huai raised her voice slightly, "And this white sugar, I figured you use a lot of it at home."

"I can't use this either, so I thought I'd bring it to you."

As Qin Huairu was playing music, Yang Jianguo also saw Xu Damao under the doorway.

I wonder what that kid is thinking about again!

I'm just trying to live a peaceful and uneventful life, but this is bothering you.

Yang Jianguo glanced at it casually and then looked away.

He glanced at the tea leaves and sugar in her hand, then took the small packet: "I'll take the tea leaves, but you can keep the sugar for yourself!"

Chapter 214 Cold Clothes, Yan Jiecheng Pats the Old Woman (Full Subscription)

After taking the tea leaves, Yang Jianguo went back into the house and placed them on the wall cabinet.

Holding her son, she sat down at the table and they read and studied together.

You know, there are advantages to this quietness.

Like right now, I can read and study while holding it.

If it were a daughter, she would kick and shove him, keeping him constantly occupied.

Sizzle...

The pot on the stove boiled, and inside were steamed eggs and steamed buns.

It's for Yingzi. Look at the time, she's going to be late again.

With work resuming, Yingzi's classes were also arranged accordingly.

I missed some classes because of pregnancy and childbirth.

Therefore, Yingzi has been taking extra classes recently.

I will strive to catch up with the schedule, continue learning, and make progress.

The person returned shortly after.

After entering the house, I took off my scarf and coat, and went to the stove. I touched the chimney with my hand and warmed it up.

"Are you hungry? Let me warm my hands and then I'll cook." Yingzi said to him, then called out to her son who was looking at her from her arms.

"Pingping, are you hungry? Mom will make some noodles and feed you."

"Oh, my son is so good!"

Seeing how happy she was, Yang Jianguo laughed and said, "No rush. Aunt Yi made some milk powder before I came back, so she won't go hungry."

Hearing this, Yingzi felt relieved.

But she didn't slow down at all, and felt the warmth when she covered her face with her hands.

She came over and hugged her son, then glanced at her daughter by the kang (heated brick bed).

She chuckled and turned to cook.

The child isn't hungry, but the man himself is!

Yang Jianguo looked back and smiled.

On the kang.

Her precious daughter was dreaming with her legs tucked under her waist, her body slightly arched upwards, her head tilted and her little mouth slightly open!

This sleeping posture is truly unique.

The two of them didn't care; they just slept however they pleased.

This child's instincts are far more powerful than you think.

As long as she sleeps soundly and peacefully, and doesn't exhibit any unusual behavior.

You can do whatever you want with this kang (heated brick bed), it's your stage.

Please continue your show!

When Yingzi got to the stove, she noticed the soybean oil placed next to it.

"Jianguo, did your factory... Xifa get a raise?"

"I've received the money. I've put it all in the cellar. The tea and sugar are in the cupboard, and there are ten pounds of oil."

Seeing Yingzi's delight, Yang Jianguo continued, "They gave us forty catties of cabbage and ten catties of meat."

"Let's find some time to bring some back for Mom and Dad." Yang Jianguo wasn't just being polite; he genuinely meant it.

My mother-in-law would come every few days, bringing some food.

Look after the children, help them tidy up and wash.

Once they get home, they don't stop; they go straight into the house to work, and leave as soon as they're done.

With a mother-in-law like that, Yang Jianguo and Yingzi weren't so tired.

This greatly reduced their burden, and they would often cook them a good meal so they could reheat it after work.

If Yang Jianguo continues to be so ungrateful, remembering people and forgetting about them?

tui~

“Okay, let’s go back this week,” Yingzi replied happily.

The family relationships are so good that she doesn't have to worry about anything.

They are more harmonious than one's own daughter.

Sometimes, Yingzi even felt jealous.

The only regret is the founding of the nation...

Looking back at him, Yingzi hesitated before opening her mouth, "Jianguo, winter clothes will be ready soon."

"Hmm." Yang Jianguo nodded without saying a word.

Seeing his expression, Yingzi knew he was prepared.

Lisa pinched the dough in his hand, grabbed the head with his left hand, and threw it away.

Water droplets splashed into the pot, and the dough pieces spun around in the boiling broth.

After finishing one bowl of minced meat noodles, Yang Jianguo ordered another.

We ate two large bowls, thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

He wiped his mouth with satisfaction before bringing up what had just happened: "I've already ordered the clothes, paper money, ingots, candles, and everything else."

"We burned it this year, and we won't burn it anymore in the future," Yang Jianguo said in a heavy tone.

Hearing this, Yingzi's heart sank: "Then, let the child come along?"

"No, thank you." Yang Jianguo waved his hand and said, "I'm old enough, there will be plenty of opportunities."