Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Qin Huairu is exhausted!

But she had no choice; her job was her man's responsibility.

That man is also this old hag's son; if we really don't care about her...

It doesn't make sense either emotionally or rationally.

Is Qin Huairu afraid of being gossiped about behind her back?

I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid either!

What if Jia Zhangshi is not good to Bang Geng?

Even if it means being called a slut, Qin Huairu is determined to tear this old hag apart.

But when it comes to Korean popcorn, there's no doubt about it.

She didn't do any other work, but when it came to anything else, Jia Zhangshi would ask without hesitation.

To sew shoe soles and make clothes.

She could handle it all, and she did a great job of getting her son ready.

Therefore, Qin Huairu was able to tolerate her and give in to her.

As long as she takes good care of her son.

Although he favored his daughter, as long as someone looked after her, she could always be raised.

That way, I can work in the factory.

Otherwise, she would go to work alone.

Qin Huairu was really worried about leaving the three children at home.

To be fair, Jia Zhangshi was able to manipulate Qin Huairu.

It's really thanks to these three kids.

Otherwise, given Qin Huairu's level of skill?

All Granny Jia knows is how to throw a tantrum and act like a spoiled child.

Ha, you've been covered up, you old baby.

What kind of hat? A coffin hat!

After finishing his meal, Yang Jianguo carried his things to the bathhouse.

I've been wiping myself with a towel at home for a week, so I really need to get it properly washed.

In addition, he also needs to go to the hardware market to buy some things.

Pipes, furnaces.

I've taken care of fixing the water heater in the house.

Turn around!

Then we can be with Yingzi, hehehe...

"Yingzi, I'm going." Pushing the parallel bars, Yang Jianguo walked out.

"Hey~" Yingzi responded from inside the house, lying on the kang with a sweet smile.

He seemed to be thinking of something embarrassing, and his head shrank lower and lower.

Her face was as red as a peach.

Chapter Sixty-One: The Bathhouse, Bang Geng's Greed Was Soaring

As Yang Jianguo was walking out, the door to the opposite room opened.

"Jianguo, are you going to the bathhouse?" Shazhu asked.

"Ah, go wash up and scrub yourself properly," Yang Jianguo said with a smile.

“Perfect, let’s go together.”

Sha Zhu turned and went back into the house to get his things, before Yang Jianguo could even reply.

Looking at the half-open door, Yang Jianguo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Going to the public bathhouse means joining the crowd, and there's no service available here...

Okay, let's not push the car anymore.

After you've washed up, turn around and come back before riding!

Sha Zhu didn't come out; it was the eldest son of Second Uncle's family.

Liu Guangtian came out with a towel draped over his shoulder: "Brother Jianguo, can I join you?"

Goodness, it was time to leave the hospital.

Not only Sha Zhu and Liu Guangtian, but even the eldest son of the Third Uncle, Yan Jiefang, came to join in the fun.

A group of men headed straight for the bathhouse at the alley entrance, bought tickets, and went inside.

These days, a bath ticket costs 15 cents. You can't pay for a back scrub; you have to buy a ticket.

One ticket for children, two tickets for adults.

It's much more expensive than taking a bath.

But the master's skills are truly exceptional, especially in Beijing.

Men, young and old, are all very concerned about appearances and comfort!

You can't just rub someone's back; you have to do something special too.

After a good beating, I'll give you a couple of shoulder massages.

Oh my gosh~

My skin and bones feel soothed.

At the entrance, everyone bought their own tickets.

Sha Zhu asked for three bills, it seems he intends to make a good deal out of them.

Forty-five cents was nothing to him.

Yang Jianguo did the same, paying 45 cents.

The rest, Liu Guangtian and Yan Jiefang, the eldest son of the Yan family, each bought a ticket.

I felt a little embarrassed when I picked up the ticket.

Feeling that Ren Shazhu and Yang Jianguo were both washing and scrubbing, the two of them bought bath tickets.

Shame!

Yang Jianguo saw this but remained silent, thinking to himself, 'Utterly pointless pride.'

At this time, being able to eat one's fill is happiness; these are the years when people can live a good life.

What's the point of valuing self-esteem?

One yuan is enough for two children's food expenses for a month, while three mao (0.3 yuan) is enough to last for ten days.

You're unemployed and living off your family's money.

It's good enough that we can even come to the bathhouse.

There are plenty of people who go to a public bathhouse for the first time after getting married.

Embarrassing?!

Once you start working, you can spend your own money to rub it all together.

That's what you call a man.

Upon entering the bathhouse, the hot steam hit my eyes.

Amidst the billowing white mist, she took off her clothes and stuffed them into the closet.

I'm not afraid of losing it.

They were all neighbors from Sifang Street.

Another thing is, who puts on their clothes before going to the bathhouse?

Even grown men have a bit of a competitive and competitive streak in their hearts.

Sha Zhu looked down and laughed heartily.

Little brat, you're no good!

Her eyes darted around again, landing on Yang Jianguo, and her smile froze instantly.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and Sha Zhu shut up.

They arrived rather late; a layer of ash floated on the surface of the large pool.

He picked up the fine net beside the pool and started scooping things up.

The face is clean now.

Alright, let's go!

The three fools, who had already gone downstairs, wiped their necks with wet towels.

Seeing him come down, he said with a smile, "Jianguo, you're quite particular."

Yang Jianguo smiled and pointed to the water in the pool.

"It's just like people; we don't care what's inside, but the appearance has to be presentable, right?"

Sha Zhu nodded, agreeing that it really was true.

Ah, those who are cultured are just different.

"Jianguo, I have something to ask you."

The two filial sons were resting on the platform with their heads tilted back. Sha Zhu came over and whispered in a low voice.

“Please ask.” Yang Jianguo.

Looking around and seeing no familiar faces, Sha Zhu quietly said:

"Jianguo, what do you think of that old man... what's his opinion on him?"

"..."

Yang Jianguo was at a loss for words when asked this question.

Especially the person who asked this question was He Yuzhu.

Sniff, sniff~

During the midday rest, Banggeng, who was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), got off the bed and ran outside in a flash.

"Bang Geng, slow down, don't fall."

Granny Jia stopped scolding and instead anxiously urged her grandson to be careful.

The next moment, Bang Geng, who had run out of the house, came back.

"Milk, mutton, I want to eat mutton." Banggeng hugged Qin Huairu's leg and swayed back and forth.

Qin Huairu, who was working, laughed and scolded, "This child, why are you eating mutton in the middle of the day? Besides, where did you get the mutton?"

"I can smell something outside." Banggeng pointed outside and turned to look for his grandmother.

In his heart, his mother was becoming less and less like his grandmother.

Grandma still loves me the most, so I asked her for it.

"Grandma, I want to eat mutton. Mutton is so delicious."

As we were talking, the aroma of mutton wafted in.

Doesn't this taste like stewed mutton?

Madam Jia took a deep breath, then cursed, "Who's the scoundrel who's been feeding us stewed mutton on New Year's Eve? Who are they trying to tempt?"