Scholars in the courtyard

"Hey, Silly Zhu, are you stupid?"

Xu Damao snatched the test form and looked at Silly Zhu's stunned expression, which made him feel so happy.

She was bullied by Shazhu when she was young. It was so miserable. Now her daughter-in-law finally gained some relief.

Just like Silly Zhu, not to mention he has a son, even a daughter-in-law is so miserable, he probably doesn’t even know what it’s like to be a woman.

Haha~

Xu Damao felt proud and made up his mind to let this stupid Zhu stay single in this life.

From this day on, he, Xu Damao, will have the upper hand.

"Silly Zhu, you don't understand. You're probably destined to be a bachelor."

Afterwards, Xu Damao sprayed at Silly Zhu for a while, feeling proud before leaving.

From beginning to end, Silly Zhu was immersed in his own world.

He, Silly Zhu, is also going to have a son.

He was sure that what was in Qin Jingru's belly was his seed.

Although my body was a little overwhelmed that day, although one was missing, there was still one that could be used.

And it turns out that one can get pregnant.

Besides, Xu Damao, that bastard, would never be able to give birth.

And if Qin Jingru can get pregnant, it must be his.

He, Silly Zhu, has a daughter, and is worthy of the old He family!

The joy in my heart appeared instantly, and I saw Xu Damao leaving proudly.

Then, something came to mind.

He knew about this son, even Qin Jingru knew about it, but others didn't know about it.

Nor can we know.

Otherwise, this son might not be able to come out!

Thinking of this, Shazhu suppressed the ecstasy on his face again, and his face became sad again.

It’s just that I feel even more proud of Xu Damao, my mortal enemy. What’s wrong with you having a son?

That is my seed, and the blood is all from the Old He family. It has nothing to do with this stupid guy.

Just be obedient and raise a son for me.

When you grow up

Ha ha!

Silly Zhu wanted to laugh out loud, but he was afraid of being discovered, so he had to hold it back, so he could only hold it in his heart for a while.

Yi Zhonghai on the side lowered his head to eat when Xu Damao came over and ignored Xu Damao.

It was determined that Xu Damao, a poor family, actually had a child. How did he accept this?

Why does Xu Damao have a son?

Why can't he?

Qin Jingru can get pregnant, why can't Qin Huairu?

Could it be that Qin Huairu didn't want to have a baby?

Yi Zhonghai fell into doubt for a while.

"Master, I'm leaving!"

Silly Zhu didn't want to eat anymore. He wanted to find a place where no one was around and laugh out loud.

A long way away, Shazhu grinned.

"I have a son!"

"One by one, didn't they say that I am dead? Didn't they say that I can't find a wife?"

"Just wait for me."

"Xu Damao, Yang Xiaotao, Yan Fugui..."

"We were all waiting and watching with our eyes wide open, hahaha!"

Silly Zhu laughed wildly in the wind, not feeling the chilly wind at all.

"I have a son, I have a son!"

Lowering his head and muttering, Shazhu suddenly felt hope rising in his heart.

With his son, he is no longer homeless and alone.

But in the future, if his son knows what happened, what if he doesn't recognize him?

In those years, it was not uncommon for children who were taken away to live a good life with their adoptive parents, but who did not want to admit it when their biological father died.

He didn't want his son to dislike him and disown him.

He doesn't even want to share his son with that bastard Shamao.

Besides, if by chance, this matter comes to light, he must have this son, but how can he support his son like this?

And there is his mother. If Xu Damao finds out, he will support her no matter what.

But now, he doesn't even have a house.

what to do?

No money, no house, no status, how to raise a son and a wife?

For a moment, Shazhu was defeated by reality, and his eyes became dull again.

For a long time, Silly Zhu looked at his hands.

A worker can raise a tall building from the ground with his hands.

With the hands of a cook, the harvest will be guaranteed regardless of drought or flood.

It's not that Silly Zhu has nothing, he also has the ability to cook, which he will pass on to his son in the future, which will be enough to gain a foothold in these four-nine cities.

Just like his father He Daqing.

Thinking of the old man who shouldered everything for him, Shazhu suddenly felt a surge of pride in his heart. If his father could do it for his son, then he could also fight for his son.

"From today on, I, He Yuzhu, will cheer up, save money for my son, and buy a house for my wife!"

On the other side, Xu Damao is also full of fighting spirit.

In his opinion, if Qin Jingru can give him one child, she can give him a second child.

It would be best to be like Yang Xiaotao, conceive twins, have three sons, and become a prominent figure in the courtyard.

For the sake of his son, Xu Damao also secretly worked hard in his heart. He had to work hard to make money, and he wanted to earn a fortune for his son.

At the very least, it cannot be worse than the people in the courtyard.

And this first step is to gain a foothold here.

Compared with the courtyard house, this kind of suburb is more suitable for people like him.

Xu Damao had already thought about it last night. He took advantage of the few months left to build a good relationship here. He couldn't work as a projectionist at the steel rolling mill, but he could work here. There was no projector in this factory, but he had one at home. ah.

As long as everything went well, he was still the projectionist.

In the future, his son will also be a projectionist.

In the courtyard, Mrs. Jia Zhang sat on the bed and looked at Qin Huairu. The two of them sat awkwardly for a long time. It was almost noon and the meal had not been cooked yet.

This morning I saw Xu Damao running out like crazy, holding a test sheet in his hand. He told everyone he met that he had a son, which shocked the people in the hospital.

Don't let another lunatic come out. Will there be peace in the courtyard?

Fortunately, everyone knew what was going on, and everyone felt relieved. He was just a son, and he was acting like someone else in the courtyard didn't have one.

Others didn't care, but the Jia family felt like they were struck by lightning and couldn't believe it at all.

Didn't you say it was a lie? How did it come true?

Jia Zhang looked at Qin Huairu, opened her mouth but still didn't say anything.

Qin Huairu was cursing in her heart at the moment. This Qin Jingru was really nothing. She was obviously pregnant, so why were you looking for her?

Not only did he work hard, but he also benefited from the unscrupulous doctor who issued false orders.

In the end, the benefits are only three melons and two dates. If you take advantage of less, you will suffer a loss.

From now on, there will be no handle. How can we continue?

"Huai Ru, don't think about it, hurry up and cook. You see, Xiao Dang Huaihua is hungry."

Mrs. Jia Zhang reminded her, Qin Huairu wiped away her tears of grievance, saying that nothing in her life has gone smoothly.

It was not easy to get married, but the person who abandoned her became very successful and prosperous.

I finally had a child and a happy family, but the man died.

It was hard to find someone to take over, but that person was arrested and sent to a labor camp.

I put aside the shame in my heart, thinking that I could live a good life this way, but in the end I was fired, and all my plans came to nothing.

Seeing the smiling faces of the people in the steel rolling mill yesterday afternoon, Qin Huairu felt even more unfair about her fate.

Why, when everything goes wrong, why is it her?

"I went to cook."

After wiping her face, Jia Zhang sighed and walked to the noodle vat, opened the lid and looked at the thin layer inside.

It’s the Chinese New Year, and there’s nothing to eat at home.

The tears couldn't be held back any longer, and they burst into the noodle vat.

…

Yangjiazhuang

Yang Xiaotao drove the jeep slowly into the village at a slow speed.

Ran Qiuye was holding Duanwu from behind, riding in a jeep for the first time, and the excitement on his face had not diminished.

In the passenger seat, Wangcai lay on the seat with his head on the window, sticking out his tongue and licking the glass from time to time.

"Wangcai, sit down. You're blocking my reflector!"

Yang Xiaotao reached out and pushed Wangcai's head aside, then looked back at his wife and son.

"How was the Dragon Boat Festival?"

Ran Qiuye looked at his sleeping son and shook his head, "I'm tired from all the fuss. Let's go to sleep."

"Haha, it's my first time riding in a car. I must be very excited."

"What about you, okay?"

Ran Qiuye smiled and said, "It's not bad, but my legs feel a little uncomfortable."

"We've entered the village. We'll be home soon. Then we can do some activities."

Yang Xiaotao said, trying to control the car to move forward smoothly.

Soon, someone appeared in front of the car. Yang Xiaotao took a look and stopped the car.

"Stone!"

Looking at Yang Shitou with a curious look on his face, Yang Xiaotao pulled down the glass and greeted Yang Shitou.

"Tao, Brother Tao!"

"Oh, you drove back here. The jeep is so beautiful!"

Yang Shitou drove the donkey cart, pulling a pile of firewood behind him.

"Sister-in-law, you are back too. The students at the school have missed you these days!"

Seeing Ran Qiuye showing his head, Yang Shitou quickly greeted him.

Ran Qiuye smiled, "School is on holiday?"

"Let it go, let it go a long time ago. There are a lot of children in the village these days. They are no longer in school and are making trouble everywhere. They can't be controlled!"

Yang Shitou said with a smile, looking at Yang Xiaotao with admiration.

It’s only been a few years since jeeps started operating.

"Shitou, where is the master?"

"In the village, maybe. A few days ago, I said that if you didn't come back, you would meet the Dragon Boat Festival."

"Okay, I'll leave first. I'll go home for a drink at noon."

"Hey, that's good."

The car started and ran slowly along the road.

Along the way, he met villagers from time to time, and Yang Xiaotao greeted them one by one, giving him a feeling of returning home from wealth.

At noon, Yang Xiaotao hosted a banquet at home for Yang Dazhuang's ninth uncle, Yang Shitou, and Teacher Hong. Ran Qiuye, accompanied by several women, walked around the village.

Now that the school is on holiday, the teacher has also returned home. It is empty. Ran Qiuye walks around and asks about the situation in the coming year.

Yang Dazhuang's wife didn't know much, but she heard that the school would expand its enrollment in the coming year. There were more and more school-age children in recent years, and there were not enough classrooms.

Ran Qiuye frowned. With more students, the shortage of teachers will be even greater, and the consumption of materials is not a small amount.

However, she couldn't control this matter, so she should let her men worry about it.

Yang family.

Yang Xiaotao took out the wine he brought back, and Yang Shitou took it and served it to several people.

Teacher Hong looked at the food on the table and picked up a piece of pork head with chopsticks. "Xiao Yang, your cooking skills are amazing. The great master in Sijiu City is not bad either."

Yang Xiaotao smiled and said, "What you said, how dare I compare with others."

Mr. Yang nodded. His teeth were not very good, so he could only eat the braised pork on the side.

"Teacher Hong, don't praise him. He's burning buns and driving back. He's not afraid of others gossiping."

Mr. Yang said angrily, "You have to eat, but you still have to say some things that should be said."

Yang Xiaotao didn't dare to explain. From the Taiye's point of view, whatever was deemed wrong was wrong no matter what.

Just listen.

Teacher Hong smiled and interrupted, "No, no, no, this pig's head is not something that ordinary chefs can handle well."

"Look at it, the hair is clean, the meat is professionally processed, and the tongue, ears..."

"Tsk, tsk, if I didn't know you are a worker, I would really think you were a cook."

Yang Dazhuang also said, "Yes, if we pass this skill on to others in the future, we won't have to worry about our children having nothing to eat."

"Isn't that right? Brother Tao, why don't you pass it on to my boy? When the Dragon Boat Festival comes, I will go to the factory and my boy will cook for you."

Yang Shitou also smiled, and Mr. Yang's face lit up after hearing this, and he still agreed with Yang Xiaotao's ability to spread branches and leaves.

Of course, it would be best to have more sons.

"Your skills must be passed down. When the time comes, all the children in the family will learn from it, and our Yangjiazhuang will be full of talents."

Yang Dazhuang said with emotion, they in Yangjiazhuang have watched Yang Xiaotao rise step by step over the years.

With his help, it transformed from a grain-sheltering village into a surplus grain village. Not only has it contributed to the country, it has now become a well-known farm.

A few days ago, Fatty Ding asked him to go to the town to give a report and tell other villages how their villages had changed over the years.

He thought about it, but he really didn't say anything, because everything that happened in their village was because of Yang Xiaotao.

It's that simple.

When one person attains the Tao, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, that's all.