Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

From now on, the family not only has a mother to help support, but also has a daughter-in-law.

Don't worry about anything.

"What are you capable of? I don't know how dirty methods were used." Jia Zhang scolded angrily.

"Mom, don't talk about Huairu like that, she is also a great contributor to our family, and will be your daughter-in-law in the future."

"As soon as the old man dies, I'm going to marry her. Don't stop me when the time comes."

Jia Dongxu couldn't wait.

Seeing Qin Huairu's slender waist and slick face.

Jia Dongxu burst into anger.

Hungry.

She wished that Qin Huairu would marry the old man tomorrow, attend the funeral the next day, and get married the next day.

"Recently, you have less contact with that bitch, so as not to misunderstand others."

"After the old man dies, Qin Huairu will have to beg you to marry her, and he will have to beg you in front of a comprehensive person like today."

"That way you won't be suspected by others."

"Remember no."

Jia Zhang told her son with a serious expression, this is a big deal in her heart.

As long as the house is in hand.

At that time, Qin Huairu will be a plaything in his hands.

----

The home of the third uncle Yan Bugui.

"Sweep the floor gracefully, sweep the floor gracefully."

As soon as Yan Bugui came home, he sat on a chair and sighed.

Early in the morning, I was kicked and kicked like a dog eating shit.

Let everyone see the joke.

I, a highly respected teacher, was the only learned person in the courtyard who was completely humiliated.

"Dad, it's nothing serious, don't need to be so angry, Grandpa Yi was slapped the day before yesterday."

"Second uncle, not to mention his face is rotten."

"Your kick is a trivial matter, it's not as serious as you imagined. I guess everyone has almost forgotten it by now."

Yan Jiecheng sat on the chair next to him, poked his head out, and looked at his father.

Open your mouth to be relieved.

"Although they are both uncles in the courtyard, what is your father's status? Can the two be compared? Your father is a teacher, and face is the most important thing."

"If this matter spreads to the school, it must not be laughed at by the students. How will your father teach and educate people then?"

The third aunt also sighed.

I feel ashamed of my family today, not just because of the kick.

He was also scolded in public.

"Don't say a few words, you two, go and get the writing brush and red paper from home."

Yan Bugui became more irritable when he heard what the two mothers said, he looked at the third aunt and said.

"What are you doing with these things when you don't celebrate the holidays?" The third aunt was taken aback when she heard this.

"Mom, are you confused?"

"Didn't my dad say to write festive couplets for old man Song just before he left?"

Yan Xiecheng explained.

"I'm confused, I think you two are confused, the old man is joking, you really take it seriously!"

"Your father doesn't have to write a single word."

The three aunts spoke with certainty.

"why?"

"The old man Song in the backyard said that he has a nose and an eye, and he also said that he will go to the countryside to propose marriage in two days."

"Could this be fake?"

Yan Jiecheng was confused.

He believed in the fact that Song Qingshan wanted to marry Qin Huairu.

Still in shock.

"Of course it's fake."

"If old man Song didn't talk about going to the countryside to propose marriage, this matter is still half possible, but if he goes to the countryside to propose marriage, then he must be joking."

"Qin Huairu's father is at most about the same age as your father. Who would accept a son-in-law who is over a hundred years old suddenly?"

"It is estimated that the old man must be beaten to death."

The third aunt's tone was so serious that Yan Xiecheng's face changed when he heard it.

"That's right, your mother is right, old man Song dared to do things in the courtyard, and he wouldn't dare to go to the countryside if he borrowed his guts."

Yan Bugui regained his spirits all of a sudden.

Slowly nodded.

"It's said that there are troublemakers in the poor villages, and the villagers are relying on them, and they are still in groups. A hundred-year-old man wants to marry a beautiful girl in their village. This can't be typed out. At the old man Song's age, he can't do it all at once. I can't bear it."

"Even if this is true, if he dares to go, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back alive."

Yan Bugui laughed to himself while talking.

To write festive couplets for old man Song, not only will you not pay for the retouching fee, but you may also need to use red paper and pen and ink.

It's worth fifty cents anyway.

Think about it now.

Save it all.

Yan Bugui suddenly felt better.

He just sighed.

Mostly because of this distress.

----

backyard.

Song Qingshan's family.

"Miss Lou, didn't you go back, why are you here again?"

"Still carrying something."

After Lou Xiaoe walked out of Xu Damao's house, she ran directly to Song Qingshan's house without delay.

Qin Huairu was heating buns for the old man at the stove.

Originally, she thought that Lou Xiao'e knew that she was going to marry the old man, so she quit in spite of the difficulties and never came again.

I never expected that this would be very less than the past.

Not only go but come back.

He was also carrying a burden, and it seemed that he planned to stay for a long time.

Are you determined to snatch the old man for yourself?

Qin Huairu frowned tightly.

Don't married women have any face at all?

"Grandpa, I brought all the things. There are some valuables in it. Does our house have a locker?"

Lou Xiaoe did not answer Qin Huairu for the time being.

Instead, he looked at Song Qingshan and asked.

There was a lot of gold and silver in the package, which had been locked in a cabinet at Xu Damao's house.

The key is also kept by yourself.

"There's a kang under the bed, stuff it in." Song Qingshan raised his eyelids and responded 340.

What did he get in Lou Xiao'e's package?

Four or five small goldfish.

"Okay, old man, I'll put it in right away." Lou Xiao'e walked into the side room with a smile.

As long as the old man agrees to let the things be put in the house.

That would be tantamount to leaving her behind.

"Is the bun ready?" Song Qingshan stood up from the teacher's chair and asked Qin Huairu.

"Also, it's still a little bit hot." Qin Huairu was a little absent-minded.

"Forget it, it's too late for work, I won't wait."

"You two eat."

Song Qingshan waved his hand, and after he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house without stopping for a moment.

In fact, there is still more than an hour before work.

Totally anxious.

But Song Qingshan knew in his heart that there must be a big argument between the two women in the room.

It's better to go first.

as predicted.

As soon as Song Qingshan left, Lou Xiaoe came out of the side room and met Qin Huairu's eyes.

The smell of gunpowder is very strong.

Neither of them looked away, they were both waiting for the other to surrender.

"Miss Lou, the old man and I are going to get married soon, you know this, please don't disturb our life."

In the end, it was Qin Huairu who was impatient.

Speak first.

"Marriage, who would believe it?" Lou Xiao'e didn't care.

"I slept in the same bed with the old man last night. It's not like you didn't see it. Why don't you believe it?"

Facing a rival that suddenly appeared.

Qin Huairu responded boldly.

"So what, the old man can't do much, you just did it for me." Lou Xiao'e curled her lips.

"you……."

Qin Huairu really hasn't seen much of the world, and she rarely comes into contact with a city girl like Lou Xiao'e.

It was quickly left speechless.

And she was very wronged.

Although the old man didn't do anything serious, he did bully her a lot.

"Miss Lou, no matter what you say, anyway, the old man and I are going to get married soon, and I don't believe you can live on your face when we get married." Qin Huairu used his trump card, believing that Lou Xiao'e has nothing to say this time. Say.

"Hmph, then I'll stay and be the old man's concubine."