Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

After lunch, Lou Xiao'e went to the toilet. When she came out, she met a neighbor from her mother's side who was there to do some business. They chatted happily for a while.

When she returned to the courtyard, everyone had already dispersed. It was as if nothing had happened in the courtyard. Even the third uncle and his wife, who usually guarded the gate of the courtyard, were nowhere to be seen. It was quiet and peaceful.

She didn't care and walked straight to the backyard.

Yan Bugui and his wife also went to watch the excitement at noon today. They did not hide behind the crowd, but hid in the aisle.

After all, the people who had the conflict were Sha Zhu and Xu Damao.

One was someone he needed help with, and the other was someone who had usually done him small favors. He couldn't come forward to help either of them, so he just hid away and watched the fun.

Seeing Lou Xiao'e coming back to the courtyard through the window, he turned to the third aunt and said, "Old lady, Lou Xiao'e is back. How do you think she would react if she knew what happened this afternoon?"

When the third aunt heard this, she stopped what she was doing and went to the window to look at Lou Xiao'e's background, gossiping with some fear:

"Who knows? If I were Lou Xiao'e, I would definitely prefer to keep out of trouble. I wouldn't dare to provoke that evil woman."

Then she recounted to Yan Bugui what happened this morning. Yan Bugui nodded repeatedly and said that what she did was right and that this was the way to do it.

Lou Xiao'e walked into the central courtyard. There was no one there. Even Sha Zhu's door, which was usually open, was now closed. She began to feel strange.

From behind the curtains, Jia Zhang stared fiercely in the direction of the Lin family in the front yard, thinking: If it weren't for that brat Lin Donglai who interfered, Xu Damao would have to compensate her today. It's all his fault that he ruined my good thing.

When he saw Lou Xiao'e walking through the middle courtyard, he rolled his eyes several times and muttered, "Humph! You Xu Damao are so stingy, you two deserve not to have children."

At this time, Bang Geng was also lying on the kang with his eyes narrowed. Hearing what Jia Zhang said, he raised his body and asked curiously, "Grandma, who do you think can't have children?"

"Are you talking about Xu Damao? Why can't they have children? Without kissing?"

Previously, a teacher in the school was pregnant, and Bang Geng asked Qin Huairu how the baby got into the female teacher's belly. When Qin Huairu heard this question, she told him to go away and not to talk nonsense.

Banggeng kept coaxing and nagging Qin Huairu, who was really at her wit's end, so she had to tell him: if a man and a woman kiss, they will conceive a baby, and they will be able to give birth to the child after a period of time.

Today, when he heard Jia Zhang talk about having children, Bang Geng immediately became excited and blurted out a question.

Thinking that the boy was asleep, Jia Zhang was talking without restraint, but she didn't expect that Bang Geng was not asleep and heard every word she said.

After all, Jia Zhang was Jia Zhang, and she was only panicked for a moment. She immediately said, "It's just them. You're just a kid, it's enough for you to know about it, but don't tell anyone else." Bang Geng nodded, not quite understanding.

When Lou Xiao'e returned home, she saw Xu Damao squatting at the door plucking a chicken. Upon closer inspection, she saw that there was a wooden stick stuffed in the chicken's mouth.

"Da Mao, didn't you say you wanted to keep the rooster to crow and wake you up in the morning? Why did you kill it?"

Lou Xiao'e looked happy. In fact, she didn't like this rooster either. Although Xu Damao cleaned up the chicken manure every day, she still felt it smelled bad.

When Sha Zhu and the others came knocking on the door last night, she also noticed that many houses in the yard had lights on, which meant that the crowing of the rooster woke up a lot of people and it was not a good thing.

Xu Damao was busy boiling water and bleeding the chicken. He was sweating all over. When he heard the question, he replied unhappily:

"Ezi, I don't want to kill it either, but this chicken crows in the middle of the night and makes a lot of noise, which makes people angry. The people in the courtyard don't allow us to keep it."

Then he told Lou Xiao'e what happened in the courtyard at noon, and ended by saying viciously: "I really underestimated Qin Huairu's mother-in-law. Everyone almost believed this play."

"Speaking of which, we have to thank that kid Lin Donglai. If he hadn't discovered that Aunt Zhang's injury was fake, the chicken might have belonged to the Jia family today."

"Ezi, here's my plan. I'll stew the chicken in a bit and invite him to come over to our house for dinner tonight."

"That guy is capable. It will be good for both of us to have a good relationship with him in the future. What do you think?"

"I have no objection to this matter. You can do whatever you want. But you have to cook the meal. I'm afraid that I won't cook well and will ruin such a good chicken."

Lou Xiao'e usually only cleans and washes clothes at home. She can't cook. Usually, she either goes back to her parents' house to eat or waits for Xu Damao to come home to cook.

As long as she is not asked to cook, she has no objection to whoever is invited to dinner.

While Xu Damao was busy and sweating in order to eat the chicken, Lin Donglai and his sister were already lying on their beds taking a nap.

He couldn't stand Jia Zhang's pretense today, so he helped Xu Damao a little, but he had no intention of making friends with him.

Xu Damao was a sensible man. He was worried that Lin Donglai would be in a bad mood after waking up, so even if he wanted to treat him to a meal, he didn't dare to knock on the Lin family's door. He just waited in the yard in advance.

The courtyard was surprisingly quiet at noon. Lin Donglai felt refreshed after waking up from a nap and was in a very good mood.

His sister got up faster than him. She had already put on her shoes and carried her schoolbag. After saying a few words, she opened the door.

As soon as his sister left, he walked into the yard and stretched out his body. Seeing this, Xu Da immediately stepped forward and smiled flatteringly: "Dongla, get up."

"Brother Damao, what's the matter?"

"Well, I killed the big rooster at home and planned to roast it for dinner tonight. How about you come over to eat with me?"

As the saying goes, the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Yan Bugui was just about to open the door to go to work when he heard Xu Damao's words and came forward with a smile: "Damo, I heard it. Those who listen get a share. Do you mind giving Third Uncle another pair of chopsticks tonight?"

Lin Donglai was not like the others who needed food, so his first reaction was to refuse. Xu Damao was a man with a strong desire for revenge, and he didn't want to deal with such a person.

So he smiled and said, "Brother Damao, I have something to do tonight, so I won't go to your house for dinner. You can eat with Uncle San."

Hearing this, Yan Bugui was very happy and adjusted the legs of his glasses: "Da Mao, then it's settled. Uncle San will bring a bottle of wine to eat with you tonight."

Xu Damao's face turned black, even if others didn't know, how could he not know about Yan Bugui's "wine"? It was wine mixed with water, and it tasted light and bad, so it was better not to drink it.

"Forget it, Uncle Third. I just remembered that the factory seems to have assigned me a projection task tonight. Maybe next time, ah!"

After saying this, without waiting for Yan Bugui to reply, he smiled awkwardly at Lin Donglai, turned around and walked out of the yard.

Yan Bugui chased after him and said from behind: "Da Mao, when are we going to eat? Uncle San is waiting for you."

Xu Damao turned a deaf ear to him and quickened his pace towards the steel mill. He heaved a sigh of relief only when he could no longer see Yan Bugui...