Life in siheyuan era

Watching Lou Xiao'e get into the car in a huff, Zhou Zhiyuan thought the matter was over.

But he underestimated Lou Xiao'e's curiosity. Only when he arrived at the entrance of the courtyard did he realize that this woman was like a cat. To satisfy her curiosity, she blocked the entrance and wouldn't let him in, saying with conviction, "Without my car lights, you would never find this needle."

She had actually seen the needle and assessed its value, "It's entirely black and should be the legendary meteorite heavenly treasure needle. It's priceless."

Then she proposed dividing the loot, "As the saying goes, finders keepers, half of the meteorite heavenly treasure needle belongs to me."

Hearing her speak so confidently, Zhou Zhiyuan asked in confusion, "You're going to use the meteorite heavenly treasure needle as a hidden weapon, shooting it out with a 'whoosh'?"

"A hidden weapon?" Lou Xiao'e exclaimed in surprise.

At this time, Zhou Zhiyuan didn't want to hide it from her anymore. He took out a handkerchief and said softly, "Turn on your flashlight."

"Oh." Lou Xiao'e agreed and quickly took out a flashlight from her bag, carefully examining the black needle in the light.

Zhou Zhiyuan whispered, "This needle is cylindrical, thick at the back and thin at the front. It can be launched about twenty meters using some kind of device. The black color is from the extremely potent poison applied to it. I didn't want to show it to you because I didn't want to scare you, and also for secrecy."

Listening to his introduction of the needle, Lou Xiao'e understood and asked in surprise, "Did you steal someone's wife?"

Lou Xiao'e's thinking was indeed strange. When faced with such a thing, instead of being surprised or scared, she actually thought of stealing someone's wife.

Zhou Zhiyuan sighed and replied, "I haven't stolen anyone's wife, but I am currently being blocked at the door by someone's wife."

Hearing him speak amusingly, Lou Xiao'e laughed and said, "You don't need to be afraid, I don't want to steal you."

Zhou Zhiyuan replied seriously, "Sister Xiao'e, you should go in quickly, otherwise your Damao will shoot me with the meteorite heavenly treasure needle."

"Heh..." Lou Xiao'e chuckled.

Zhou Zhiyuan hurriedly said, "Keep your voice down."

"Let me tell you..."

"Don't say anything, someone's coming, hurry up and go in."

Hearing this warning, Lou Xiao'e quickly ran inside. Zhou Zhiyuan pushed his bicycle through the gate, slowly turned into the front yard, and heard Sha Zhu's voice behind him, "Zhiyuan."

Sha Zhu had just returned. The first thing he said to Zhou Zhiyuan was, "I won't do anything else tomorrow, I'll be your personal chef."

Zhou Zhiyuan smiled and said, "They'll arrive around 3 PM and eat around 4 PM."

Sha Zhu replied, "Learning from Qin Jingru's lesson, your affairs cannot be delayed."

Then he asked, "How's Teacher Ran's side?"

"Sister Wan from the nursery has found someone to inquire about the situation. We should receive a letter next Tuesday or Wednesday, and then we can formulate a meticulous battle plan."

The two walked inside while talking. When they arrived in the central courtyard, Sha Zhu mysteriously said, "Zhiyuan, there will be a show to watch tomorrow morning."

He spoke mysteriously, but Zhou Zhiyuan didn't pay attention to his words. Seeing the lights on in his parents' room, he quickly walked over there, parked his bicycle, opened the door, and went inside.

Sha Zhu sighed, "A filial son!" Then he went back to his own room, not noticing Qin Huairu standing in front of the small window by the door.

At this time, Qin Huairu hadn't fallen asleep yet and was copying the safety regulations for lathe operators. Hearing voices, she got up and stood in front of the small window. Seeing Zhou Zhiyuan going inside, she quickly put on her coat. Jia Zhangshi asked in dissatisfaction, "Where are you going?"

Jia Zhangshi was paying attention to her every move, and when she heard the noise, she got up and asked.

"Got it."

Qin Huairu agreed and walked out the door. Jia Zhangshi then reacted and muttered, "You can ask tomorrow morning, why run over there now?"

With this question in mind, Jia Zhangshi came to the small window and saw Qin Huairu walking towards Zhou Dehou and his wife's room. She stood at the door for a while and quickly turned around and ran back, poured a cup of plain water, and was about to walk out with the cup when Jia Zhangshi asked, "What's wrong again?"

"I heard my teacher's wife is scolding Zhiyuan, I'm afraid she's thirsty." With that, Qin Huairu walked out with the cup of water.

Jia Zhangshi muttered, "So filial."

Then she became worried, "Lin Shurong is scolding Zhou Zhiyuan, I hope the feast tomorrow won't be ruined!"

Jia Zhangshi didn't care why Lin Shurong was scolding Zhou Zhiyuan, she only cared about the fish and meat.

Qin Huairu didn't care about this either, and waited for a suitable opportunity with the cup of water.

She understood that Zhou Zhiyuan was just a small shrimp in front of Lin Shurong. As long as she relied on this big backer, even the most ruthless and insidious Zhou Zhiyuan was still just a small shrimp.

To deal with this little shrimp, Qin Huairu put in a lot of effort. She had been paying attention since last night, and tonight, seeing that Zhou Zhiyuan hadn't returned and the lights in Zhou Dehou and his wife's room were still on, she began to ponder the opportunity.

When Zhou Zhiyuan came back and saw him enter his parents' room, she immediately ran out to listen. Then she heard Lin Shurong's scolding, knowing that Zhou Zhiyuan's clothes were dirty. In Lin Shurong's words, "You're so old, why are you still fighting with people?"

"I didn't fight," Zhou Zhiyuan's defense was as weak as a small shrimp.

"If you didn't fight, why are you covered in mud?" Hearing this, Qin Huairu knew the opportunity had come. She turned around and ran back to her room, then came to the door with a cup of water and waited.

Then she heard Lin Shurong coldly snort and say, "Do you want your parents to die sooner!"

"Don't worry..." The little shrimp was actually bragging, "I'm not fighting alone. I have a big tree to shade me, and an army behind me. When the charge sounds, the enemy will be crushed..."

"Shut up." With Lin Shurong's scolding, the bragging disappeared.

At this time, she felt the opportunity had come. She gently knocked on the door and walked into the room, seeing Zhou Dehou and Lin Shurong sitting on wooden chairs, and Zhou Zhiyuan standing to the side with his head bowed. Seeing her enter, he turned to look at her, the expressionless face hiding unknown conspiracies and tricks?

But Qin Huairu was not afraid of him. Zhou Zhiyuan was the weakest in the Zhou family. She had Zhou Zhining to protect her, and Lin Shurong to cover her, Zhou Zhiyuan could only become a small shrimp, unable to cause even a ripple in the sea.

She didn't need to pay attention to Zhou Zhiyuan. She walked to Lin Shurong, handed over the cup of plain water, and said softly, "Teacher's wife, don't be angry. Zhiyuan can take off his dirty clothes, and I'll wash them first thing tomorrow morning."

Hearing her speak, Zhou Zhiyuan gently moved the four fingers of his right hand, wanting to reply, "I don't need you, I can wash them myself."

But then he remembered Chief Luo's words, he still had to pretend.

Lin Shurong sighed softly and said, "I've been suffering from rheumatism recently, so I'll have to trouble you."

Then she turned to Zhou Zhiyuan and shouted, "Your Sister Qin will wash your clothes, and you're responsible for boiling water to serve her. Don't let your Sister Qin use cold water."

Turning back to Qin Huairu, she said gently, "Don't be afraid to waste hot water when washing clothes. In the future, when you wash clothes, go to my kitchen to boil hot water. If you don't pay attention when you're young, you'll get these diseases when you're old."

"Yes, I'll listen to Teacher's wife." Qin Huairu's attitude was very standard, absolutely in line with the image of a filial and virtuous daughter-in-law.

Seeing her attitude, Zhou Zhiyuan frowned, but remembering that Lin Shurong's rheumatism had relapsed, he could only sigh inwardly!

He remembered Lin Shurong's condition in her later years. Rheumatism often caused her legs to be unbearably painful. Painkillers didn't work, and she didn't dare to use those addictive drugs. He searched everywhere for pain-relieving remedies.

The experiences in his dream were still fresh in his mind, but he couldn't solve this problem, and could only say lowly, "Mom, I'll give you a massage."

Zhou Dehou immediately said, "Dad has already massaged your mom. If you have nothing to do, go back to sleep early. There are friends coming tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Lin Shurong arranged, "The weather is getting hot, and fish and meat will spoil if they're not preserved well. I only bought a few kinds of vegetables today, you go buy some fish and meat tomorrow."

Saying this, Lin Shurong looked at Qin Huairu and instructed, "Buy more fish and meat, and bring a portion for the three children."

"Yes." Zhou Zhiyuan replied respectfully.

Qin Huairu said, "Tomorrow, Teacher and Teacher's wife will rest, Sha Zhu is responsible for cooking, and I'm responsible for cleaning and serving tea and water. If there's anything you haven't thought of, Teacher's wife can order me at any time."

After saying this, Qin Huairu looked at Zhou Zhiyuan and said softly, "Zhiyuan, I know you're busy, but you can teach the massage techniques to your brother and me, and we can massage Teacher's wife every day."

This was a good idea. If Qin Huairu was his sister-in-law, Zhou Zhiyuan would definitely agree with both hands.

But at this time, he could only remain silent.

Qin Huairu looked at him, but didn't care about his attitude. Zhou Zhining would make him hand over the massage techniques. She was just expressing a filial heart in person.

Qin Huairu knew how to please people, making Zhou Dehou laugh. Lin Shurong replied, "You're busy enough all day, taking care of three children, and helping Zhining and Zhiyuan with their laundry. Your teacher can do the massage."

Saying this, she glared at Zhou Zhiyuan and said angrily, "I can't even count on you for a massage, what else can you do?"

These words were said helplessly. Ever since she knew that Zhou Zhiyuan was a military investigator, her heart had never been at ease. At this time, she could only vent her complaints.