Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Banggeng looked at Yan Bugui with a sad face and was confused for a moment. At this moment, Banggeng had no idea about the situation and was just about to move forward to ask about the specific situation of the crowd.

The second aunt with a complicated expression touched Banggeng's forehead, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly: "Banggeng, don't learn from your grandma when you go back. If your grandma knew that your mom eloped with Li Weijun, she would definitely be very angry. If there was any conflict between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law, the whole courtyard would probably be in chaos."

Although the second aunt told Banggeng not to gossip, she revealed the whole truth of the matter intentionally or unintentionally. It was obvious that this gossipy woman just wanted to watch the fun and muddy the waters.

Yan Bugui glanced at the second aunt meaningfully, with a hint of vigilance besides sarcasm, patted Banggeng and said with a wink: "Banggeng, this kind of thing is common to teachers, it's nothing serious. In the future, you have to be more independent and self-reliant, learn to rely on yourself, instead of hiding under your mother's wings and shrinking timidly. If you do this, you will never be a real man..."

Looking at everyone who was trying to persuade him earnestly or encouraging him to cry and make a fuss, Banggeng finally figured out what was going on.

It turns out that these guys are all making fun of me. No one has tried sincerely to seek justice for me, but they are all just watching the joke like a fool.

No wonder I heard the hum of a car in the yard earlier, followed by my mother's voice quickly disappearing, and later the sound of mutual ridicule between playmates.

Could it be that my mother really eloped with a strange man, just like my grandmother often cried about at night?

Thinking of this, Bang Geng felt like he was struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze for a moment, and an unprecedented sense of crisis burst out in his heart. You know, this sense of crisis had never appeared even when his father Jia Dongxu passed away.

The thief who stole needles when he was young and stole gold when he grew up, and was a naughty and lawless thief in the courtyard, was extremely frightened at this moment.

She even asked in a tearful voice: "Uncle, did my mother really run away with Li Weijun? What should I do? From now on, I will be a wild child without a mother, Uncle!"

Yan Bugui lowered his head and looked at Banggeng Bishi who was tearfully pulling at his sleeves. He felt a little disgusted, but the glorious ethics of a professional teacher reminded him to be a role model and pay attention to his image.

So he patiently bent down, rubbed Banggeng's mushroom head, and sighed helplessly: "Banggeng, it's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married. Some things can't be stopped. What's more, looking at your mother's stubborn character, if she is really determined to elope with Li Weijun, let alone me, even the police can't do anything. A forced melon is not sweet."

Among the crowd, only the aunt who understood the truth smiled without saying anything. She snorted coldly and whispered to Banggeng, "Banggeng, it's time to go home and sleep. You can go to school as usual in the afternoon. Don't worry, your mother will keep you safe and sound and come back in one piece."

As an aunt who has been around for so many years and is used to the ways of the world, how could I not know the disparity in status between Qin Huairu and Li Weijun?

What's more, based on the aunt's understanding of Qin Huairu, this pretty and charming country girl, although she did behave a little unchaste after becoming a widower, actually got into Li Weijun's car in public.

But although Aunt Yi and Yi Zhonghai are not from the same family and do not share the same family background, she has made great achievements in judging people over the years.

Qin Huairu is the kind of virtuous woman who stays at home, raises children, and takes care of her husband. The reason why she behaves so bold and reckless now is most likely because she was used to being suppressed when Jia Dongxu was alive.

Once liberated, it was natural for Qin Huairu's emotions to rebound.

But once her emotions are truly released and she calms down and thinks for a moment, she will still obediently go back to the house and be a good wife and mother.

This kind of thing was nothing new to the aunt, but she was only afraid of people like He Daqing, who focused on doing big things without showing any signs or mistakes before eloping with the widow, and who just reported to work at the steel mill on time every day.

From five in the morning to nine in the evening, she worked diligently as a cook for her boss. When she came back, she would use a net bag to carry a large bag full of lunch boxes and serve He Yushui and Sha Zhu's daily life.

It can even be said that she would help Sha Zhu sew and wash clothes like a caring mother, just like a caring father.

Who would have thought that the squad leader of the canteen kitchen, whose life was predictable, could be so cold-blooded and cruel.

Without saying a word, on a quiet night on a rest day, he ruthlessly locked the door, took all the family assets he had accumulated over the years and eloped with the widow to another place.

Leaving behind a pair of children crying for food and without anyone to rely on, it is so pitiful.

It is precisely based on this that the first aunt would exaggerate the situation to the second aunt and Yan Bugui, fearing that the matter would not be clarified and would be despised.

To her, this was no big deal. As an old lady who had seen a lot of ups and downs, she felt nothing at all and even wanted to laugh.

What's the use of envy, gossip and tripping others up? Having the old man's calligraphy hanging high in the house is the greatest golden seal of immunity from death. As long as you don't kill or burn things, act as a lackey of the enemy, endanger security, or do anything heinous, it will be no big deal.

This is the unique charm and lofty prestige of the old man. Just a piece of calligraphy can shock the people around him.

Banggeng listened to what the old lady said. Although tears were still flashing in his eyes and he was sobbing, he gradually stopped crying after grunting a few times.

To be fair, although this bastard is usually a bit naughty and even has bad personal morals and dirty hands, he will become an ungrateful and ungrateful person when he grows up.

But we have to admit that it is often these treacherous people, the wolves of Zhongshan, who have quick minds and many small thoughts. As for those ordinary children who follow the rules and take one step at a time, their minds are not so active and sensitive.

In the final analysis, it still comes down to that saying, stupid and bad rarely appear in the same person, how about saying that they are either stupid or bad?

While the whole courtyard was filled with chattering, Sha Zhu, who was taking a nap in his room, heard the noise, opened the door, and was about to ask what was going on.

But he was shocked to hear the news that Qin Huairu and Li Weijun eloped?

What the hell?

Qin Huairu eloped with Li Weijun, and they did so in a car.

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden news. He hurried forward and anxiously asked Yan Bugui, "Uncle, what happened? During my lunch break, I saw Sister Qin sewing shoes at the door. How come she suddenly disappeared in just over ten minutes?"

"Besides, isn't Li Weijun in Shanghai purchasing internal reference films? He won't be back for ten days or half a month. Why did he suddenly return to Siheyuan? And what about the car? Was it provided by Deputy Director Li?"

Sha Zhu's series of questions made Yan Bugui frown, and he raised his hand impatiently: "Sha Zhu, how can I know clearly about such things? The calligraphy is hanging there, you can tell at a glance. Besides, you are not dating the daughter of the old Yu family, so whether Qin Huairu eloped or not has nothing to do with you?"

Seeing Yan Bugui's suspicious eyes, Sha Zhu also realized his own gaffe and hurriedly made excuses.

"Third Uncle, look at what you said. I am worried about Sister Qin. She is a widow who has worked hard to raise several children. If there is any misunderstanding during this period, it will tarnish her reputation. Wouldn't it be bad?"

"I don't know whether it's good or bad to tarnish someone's reputation. I only know that you, as a cook, spend the whole day circling around the pot. I won't say anything about that, but there's one thing I hope you can understand: you can't eat from the bowl while looking at the pot. Otherwise, be careful that the bowl is gone and the pot is also ruined."

Yan Bugui gave Sha Zhu a meaningful instruction, and with his hands behind his back, he wondered whether he should notify Ran Qiuye in time to launch a quick offensive. He just yawned and decided to go back to sleep.

Li Weijun's sudden appearance has left Yan Bugui immersed in a false illusion. He always feels that everything that happened before was like a dream and incredible.

The old man's calligraphy, Qin Huairu's elopement, the car, and several guards who were dressed up carefully and concealed their identities and served as bodyguards, all these strange things revealed some unusual information.

Although Yan Bugui still doesn't understand the situation, it is undeniable that Li Weijun on this trip to Shanghai is completely different from the previous Li Weijun.

At least judging from the pomp and scale at hand, it was far larger than the outing of the principal of Red Star Primary School.

Yan Bugui, the principal and secretary of his school, always rode a tattered bicycle whenever he went out. How could he be so grand and luxurious?

Those who didn't know might have thought that Li Weijun had released some high-ranking official, but he didn't know that Li Weijun was now the deputy coach of the track and field team. With this identity, his rank was indeed much higher than that of a department head.

It’s just that today’s track and field sports team is a poor institution, unlike the later generations who can eat sea cucumbers and abalone for every meal, and their performance level is a mess, with no day off.

To be honest, even the position of assistant coach of the track and field team was a bit troublesome for Li Weijun.

I just wanted to quickly get to Liben to participate in the World Olympics, quickly win the gold medal in track and field sprinting, tie the world record, and make a lot of US dollars.

As for the identity and title of the deputy track and field coach of the sports team, it may be a dream come true for some people, but for Li Weijun it is really too useless.

However, the only thing that is certain is that as long as Li Weijun is willing, after participating in the World Olympics, the position of head coach of the track and field team will definitely belong to Li Weijun.

This was won through strength and no one can question it unless the world track and field ranking record can be flattened.

Sha Zhu was disappointed. He lowered his head and muttered something. When he raised his eyebrows, his jaw dropped in shock.

Looking at the words "Heroic Sons and Daughters" hanging in Li Weijun's room, he was extremely shocked. After a long time, he muttered to himself: "Is this, the old man's red book and iron scroll? Is it real or fake? There shouldn't be any water mixed in it. Is Li Weijun using this thing to fool people?"

Although they say this, they don't think about the fact that in this prime place under the feet of the emperor, all kinds of spies who are looking for information have infiltrated the alleys.

Unless someone is itching for some peanuts, he would forge an imperial edict to deceive people.

So if nothing unexpected happens, the calligraphy hanging in Li Weijun's room must be authentic.

With this thing as a safeguard, it's no wonder that Li Weijun could take Qin Huairu away openly in front of everyone.

No kidding, if Sha Zhu had this thing, he would be even crazier than Li Weijun.

Director Yang and the deputy director of the steel rolling mill all had to stand aside.

But unfortunately, Sha Zhu is just Sha Zhu, an ordinary cook in a steel mill...

The only people I usually come into contact with are probably Director Yang and Li Huaide from the steel rolling mill. Even so, the role I play is just that of a cook.

When it is needed, call him master; when it is not needed, just leave it alone. This is the difference between being promoted and not being promoted.

He dared not speak loudly and was afraid of bumping into people when he turned over. This was the true portrayal of Sha Zhu. He could only show off his power in the small courtyard. After he left Nanluoguxiang, he could not get a single word out of him even if he was beaten with three sticks.

Unless he carries with him spring water and hundreds of acres of fertile farmland for planting, which can even solve the problem of food and clothing for hundreds of millions of people, otherwise, it would be difficult for an ordinary cook like Sha Zhu to have any chance to have any contact with the old man.

Come to think of it, let alone Sha Zhu, an ordinary cook, even Director Yang and Li Huaide, who are among the top figures in the steel rolling mill, are like small shrimps in front of the old man and are not worth mentioning.

Sometimes, people say that relying on opportunities and standing on the right spot even pigs can fly is not necessarily a wrong approach.

It just depends on the strength of the wind. If the wind is weak, it is useless...

But if you stand on the cusp of the wind and flap your wings to soar, then that is the truly vast world with great potential. However, the so-called high risk is often accompanied by high returns. If the wind is strong and you cannot control the strength by mistake, you may fall to pieces at any time and never recover.

Of course, there is another group of people who are ignorant and cannot detect the strength of the wind at all, and are even confused about whether there is wind or not. This kind of people go with the flow and live from day to day. Although they are not as popular as those who stir up trouble, they are just ordinary people and peddlers, and they also have their own unique flavor of fireworks.

Sha Zhu belongs to this group of people, including the vast majority of the people in the courtyard. They are just obsessed with their small corner of the courtyard and have no time to pay attention to these trivial matters, but they are completely unaware that, whether they are willing or not, every speck of dust is being swept forward under the carriage of the times.

It's just that some dust is luckier and, by chance, floats onto the horse's hooves inadvertently, while some dust is unlucky and stays under the horse's hooves.