Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

"According to you, older people don't make mistakes, and if they do, they don't need to correct them. Does that mean laws and morals become useless when you get older?"

"No, why do you always make such a big deal out of things?" Aunt Yan retorted unhappily.

But Yang Jianguo didn't tolerate her: "It's not that I want to make a big deal out of this, it's just that some people have completely forgotten about principles and bottom lines."

"Alright, there's no point in talking to me. Think about how to write a self-criticism and apology letter!"

Yang Jianguo nodded to the timid-looking Uncle Er beside him, then turned and went into the backyard gate.

"Hey, he's really getting cocky." Aunt Yan slapped her thigh, stamping her foot and baring her teeth in anger.

But what's the use? If they tell you to reflect, then you have to reflect.

For now, you don't need to do any work.

The next day when Yan Bugui arrived at school, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

But as soon as he entered the door, someone told him to report to the personnel department.

The other party didn't waste any time with him and handed him the notice: "Teacher Yan, you don't need to come for the time being."

"For teachers, moral character is also an important standard, but they still talk about how good the teachings are."

Yan Bugui was so angry that his liver ached from being lectured by a kid a decade younger than himself.

As soon as I got home, I fell ill in bed.

"Uncle Yang, Grandpa Yan in the front yard has fallen ill," Xiao Dang, who was doing her homework with Zhiyi while bringing her younger sister into the house, mentioned.

Upon hearing this, Yingzi asked with some concern, "Won't something happen to Grandpa Yan's health?"

He's getting on in years, to put it bluntly.

If you slip and fall in the hallway, you could die.

With such a weak immune system, a fall could lead to bone effusion and infection, making the chances of recovery extremely slim.

Therefore, Yingzi was genuinely worried that Old Man Yan might have some kind of problem.

If he really were gone, people outside would say he was forced to his death by the founding of the nation.

"Xiao Dang, Zhiyi is inside, you two go ahead!" Yang Jianguo wasn't worried at all about letting the children go inside to do their homework.

Could that stingy old man Yan really get sick over something like this?

He was still calculating in his mind how much it would cost to treat himself if he really got sick, and what he was most worried about was the illness he couldn't bear to leave.

Being stingy is something that flows in your blood; can you really change it just like that?

He puts pressure on others and motivates them to change, but he's not so generous with himself.

"Just you wait and see, he'll be fine in less than a day."

Yingzi understood the logic, but she was too soft-hearted to be ruthless: "How about I go and take a look?"

"No, you absolutely can't go." Yang Jianguo said seriously, "If you go, you'll be doing him what he wants."

"It will be difficult to get him to clear Qiu Ye's name again."

When this was placed in front of Yingzi, even her soft, tofu-like heart hardened.

Compared to Yan Laokou, she naturally cared more about the reputation of her 'sisters' Qiuye.

Yingzi had experienced this before. Although Yang Jianguo handled it quickly and prevented the matter from escalating and spreading.

But I have experienced that feeling of fear and apprehension.

She felt incredibly wronged at the time, and was both angry and scared.

Qiuye's situation is much more serious than hers; how much pain must she be in?

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Yingzi nodded, focusing her attention on the dinner in front of her.

Tonight, we stewed beef at home; it was quite a lot.

After thinking for a moment, Yingzi called out into the house, "Xiaodang, you and your sister will eat here tonight. Auntie has stewed beef."

"Oh, Grandma, I'm so hungry!" Xiao Dang replied cheerfully.

Hearing the girl's unpretentious reply, Yingzi felt happy.

There are only a few children in the courtyard, and they are not affected by the adults. It would be great if they could keep each other company.

However, I wonder how well that stick is doing.

I've never heard Huairu mention it?

Will he still be so stubborn and cause his mother endless worry?

"Master, mistress, is Xiao Dang here?" Just then, Qin Huairu arrived.

She had just finished work and got home when she saw a pot on the stove, but no one was there. She knew then that the two of them had gone to their master's place again.

"Here, Huairu, come in and talk," Yingzi called out, intending to ask about Banggeng's recent situation.

After so many years as teacher and student, and neighbors, there is definitely some affection between us.

Yingzi genuinely hoped that he could ease Qin Huairu's worries, allow him to learn the craft steadily, and find a wife to settle down with.

Chapter 300: An Invitation, and an Excited Jia Geng

"Xiao Dang, why did you run off here again?" Qin Huairu entered the room.

Hearing Qin Huairu enter, Xiao Dang ran out and hugged her mother's arm, saying sweetly, "Mom, I came to find An'an to study together."

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at her, not even bothering to expose her.

Was she here to learn from someone? She must have smelled something, so she came to freeload.

Seeing Yang Jianguo come out of the house, Qin Huairu quickly nodded and greeted him, "Master."

"Hmm~" Yang Jianguo nodded, thought for a moment and said, "Let's eat all together here tonight!"

"Okay!" Qin Huairu happily agreed.

"How's Banggeng doing at the factory?" Yang Jianguo asked Qin Huairu as he sat in the main hall.

Upon hearing her master's question, Qin Huairu immediately became nervous: "I think I'm alright, quite serious and eager to learn."

"He's just not down-to-earth enough; he needs more time to develop."

Qin Huairu also hopes that her son can gain his master's approval.

She didn't think her master would still remember those things from her childhood.

It happened so many years ago, and Granny Jia's grave in the countryside has been abandoned for ages.

No way!

But I want him to treat his son Banggeng the way he treated Xiaodang.

That's pure fantasy. We'd be lucky if they treated him like an ordinary resident in the compound.

This child has an unlikable personality, sigh~

Seeing Qin Huairu's cautious and worried expression, Yang Jianguo sighed inwardly.

When you're a child, you think being a child is hard; when you grow up, you think working is hard; when you get married, life is hard; and when you have children, you think being a parent is hard.

Nothing in this world is simple.

Life is full of suffering!

"Let him eat with us!" Yang Jianguo said, getting up to help at the stove.

Qin Huairu was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears of joy, her voice trembling as she said, "Okay, I'll go right now."

In the courtyard, Banggeng, who had just finished work, was searching for someone everywhere in the house.

The stove was burning, and the water in the pot sitting on the fire was bubbling away.

But there's not a soul in the house. What's going on?

"Bang geng, bang geng~" Qin Huairu entered the room, grabbed him who was still in a daze, and walked him out.

"Mom, Mom, what's wrong? There's still water boiling on the fire!" Banggeng said hurriedly.

Qin Huairu slapped her forehead and chuckled foolishly, "Hey, look at my memory."

She went up and put the fire down, then added some water to the pot to prevent it from drying out. Turning back, Qin Huairu calmed down a bit.

Glancing at his clothes, Qin Huairu went over and straightened his collar, saying, "Your advisor wants you to come inside for dinner. Behave yourself and don't throw a tantrum."

Upon hearing this, Jia Geng's expression tensed up: "Wait, why are you suddenly calling me to dinner?"

“I did a good job at the factory; I didn’t make any mistakes or cause any trouble.”

Jia Geng was also annoyed; he was afraid of just two people in this courtyard.

When I was a child, I was always told to scare myself with the story of "Cut Off Hands" Sha Zhu, who was a madman.

The other one is Yang Jianguo, her mother's master, the most capable and resourceful person in this courtyard.

Banggeng was not only afraid of him, but also envious.

In this area, everyone who knows Yang Jianguo envies his abilities and lifestyle.

To be honest, who wouldn't want to be Yang Jianguo?

It's not just about skills and salary; no one has gotten to where they are today solely through their own abilities.

And his character is what's most admirable.

Even if someone is envious of another, you can't find a single fault with them.

Bang Geng felt both fear and awe towards him.

He's just a kid after all; who wouldn't want recognition, especially from a 'big shot' like Yang Jianguo?

To the children in the courtyard, Yang Jianguo, or Uncle Yang, was an extremely important figure.

In their minds, Yang Jianguo was practically omnipotent.

The same applies to sticky rice cakes.

Because in the 'world' they have access to, there's nothing that Yang Jianguo can't solve.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever something happened in the family, the most common thing I heard was: "Hey, if only Jianguo could help."

"This Yang Jianguo, he got it done with just a word."

"Yang Jianguo is just stubborn. Why keep power if you don't use it?"

"Hey~ It's just asking him to transfer me to a different job, what's the big deal and you're not happy about it?"

It's nothing serious. The person is still at No. 2 Primary School, waiting to retire!

But for Yang Jianguo, all these things were just a matter of "one sentence": "If this isn't ability, what is?"

When Banggeng followed Qin Huairu to the backyard, his heels seemed to be rooted to the spot.

She took one step forward, then three steps back, and jumped up with her mother.

slap~

With a slap on the back, Qin Huairu said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "You better behave yourself. What, you want people to wait for you?"

"No, how could I dare!" Jia Geng waved his hand, took a few deep breaths on the spot before he had the courage to walk forward.

This was the first time he had ever eaten in Yang Jianguo's house since he was a child.

It was Yang Jianguo who suggested it, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't excited; Jia Geng had goosebumps right now.

"Alright, look at you, so pathetic. Do your best later." Qin Huairu said with amusement, then took a deep breath.

Then he suddenly grabbed the wrist of the man with the stick and, with the resolute determination of heading to the execution ground, stepped across the threshold.

"Brother, why are you so late? Come on in, let me show you Uncle Yang's collection of books. I guarantee you'll be amazed."

As soon as he entered the house, Banggeng was entangled by Xiaodang. Then look at Yang Jianguo sitting in the main seat of the hall.

Jia Geng scratched his head somewhat awkwardly and said timidly with a smile, "Uncle Yang."

Yang Jianguo glanced at him and nodded, saying, "Okay, go inside and read a book!"

"Okay." Jia Geng nodded decisively and followed the girl into the house.