Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

He thought about it and felt that this was a good idea. It would increase income and make the residents happier.

"That's settled then!" Yan Bugui slapped his thigh, "Brother Yang Ming, your idea is really good! I'll go prepare the melon seeds and peanuts now!"

"Old Yan, let's talk about the TV." Yang Ming sat down next to Yan Bugui and went straight to the point.

Yan Bugui put down the jade pendant and nodded: "Okay, go ahead~."

"I think I won't get involved in selling melon seeds and peanuts. I don't care about this little money. Besides, it's troublesome to clean the melon seeds and peanut shells." Yang Ming said as he handed the melon seeds bag to Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui took the melon seeds and smiled: "I knew you wouldn't care about this little money. Let's make a deal about the TV. The rent is ten cents a day, starting at six in the evening and ending at nine. I will be responsible for moving the TV to the middle courtyard every day, maintaining order, and cleaning up after the show."

"Well, that's good. It prevents the residents from developing the habit of watching TV for free, which would cause a big fight." Yang Ming nodded with satisfaction.

Yan Bugui calculated that if he earned 10 cents a day, it would be 30 yuan a month, plus the profit from the melon seeds and peanuts, it would be more than his monthly salary. Although he had to endure some hardship, he felt happy just thinking about the money.

In the following days, Yan Bugui was very busy. He moved the TV to the middle courtyard early every day, set up tables and chairs, and waited for the residents to watch. At nine o'clock in the evening, he was busy tidying up the venue and cleaning. Although it was a bit tiring, he felt that it was all worth it as he looked at the money accumulating in his hands.

Yang Ming sat at home leisurely, occasionally going out for a walk, or taking a walk with Chen Xueru. He knew that Yan Bugui could handle the TV issue, so he didn't ask any more questions.

That evening, Yang Ming was strolling on Qianmen Street when he met Chen Xueru. She was wearing a light blue cheongsam and looked gentle and lovely. When she saw Yang Ming coming, she smiled sweetly.

"Yang Ming, you're back." Chen Xueru came forward and took Yang Ming's arm.

"Yeah, I just took a walk around." Yang Ming responded with a smile.

The two walked side by side, chatting about family matters. Chen Xueru knew that Yang Ming was a master of both medicine and martial arts, and had a good reputation among the neighbors, but she never became proud and complacent because of this. She always felt that as long as the two of them had the same mind and worked together, no difficulty could stop them from moving forward.

"By the way, I heard that you discussed the TV issue with Yan Bugui?" Chen Xueru suddenly asked.

"Yes, I let him take full responsibility. This will not only prevent the residents from developing the habit of watching TV in vain, but also bring him some income." Yang Ming explained.

Chen Xueru nodded: "You did the right thing. This will not only solve the problem, but also make everyone satisfied."

The two continued walking, talking about their future plans and dreams. They knew that as they got older, the pressure of life would increase.

"Old lady, look at my skin. Isn't it better than yours?" Yang Ming said to Chen Xueru with a smile.

Chen Xueru gave him a reproachful look, but her face was filled with a happy smile: "You old man, you only know how to talk nonsense. But having said that, your medicinal food and pills do make us all look much younger."

The two smiled at each other, and the air was filled with an indescribable sweetness. Yang Ming gently held Chen Xueru's hand, and the two seemed to have returned to the intimate time of their youth.

"Old woman, why are your stockings torn today?" Yang Ming noticed a small hole in Chen Xueru's stockings.

Chen Xueru looked at the stockings with some heartache and sighed: "Oh, the quality of these stockings is getting worse and worse. But it doesn't matter, I still have new ones." As she said that, she took out a new pair of stockings from the drawer and slowly put them on.

Yang Ming watched Chen Xueru's skillful movements, and a warm current surged in his heart. He knew that Chen Xueru was a frugal person, but for him, she was always willing to give everything.

"Old lady, I have good news for you." Yang Ming suddenly said.

"Oh? What good news?" Chen Xueru asked curiously.

"Pian'erye is planning to sell his ancestral home." Yang Ming said.

"Really? That's a courtyard house. We've always wanted one." Chen Xueru said excitedly.

"Yeah, I think so too. And I heard that Pianerye's asking price is not high, we are fully capable of buying it." Yang Ming said.

Chen Xueru nodded: "Then we have to act quickly, otherwise it will be snatched away by others."

Yang Ming recalled the previous discussion with Xu Huizhen about the quadrangle, and he already had a plan in mind. He knew that this quadrangle was not only a residence, but also a guarantee for their later years.

"Don't worry, old lady. I will talk to Pianerye as soon as possible." Yang Ming said.

Chen Xueru looked at Yang Ming's determined eyes, and her heart was full of trust. She knew that as long as Yang Ming was there, nothing was impossible.

A few days later, Yang Ming and Chen Xueru came to Pian'erye's ancestral home. This is a typical Beijing courtyard, simple and elegant. However, except for the central courtyard, the other rooms seem to have been uninhabited for a long time and look a bit desolate.

"This is such a great place." Chen Xueru exclaimed.

"Yes, as long as we take good care of it, this place will definitely have new life," said Yang Ming.

In this compound lived an old man named Pian'erye. When he was young, he made a living by pulling shadow puppets, but now this industry has long been banned.

Pianerye looked at the ancestral house with mixed feelings.

He knew that he was living beyond his means and that one day he would have to sell off his property.

If it weren't for Yang Ming's occasional visits, he might have lost hope in life long ago.

Yang Ming is a smart man, he sees the dilemma of Pianerye.

He understood that it was too early for Pianerye to do business now. After all, his age and experience were no longer suitable for this era full of uncertainties.

He was worried that Pian'erye would take shady paths like trading in supplies, and would end up in disgrace.

One day, Yang Ming came to Pian'erye's house. He asked directly, "Pian'erye, are you planning to sell this ancestral house?" Pian'erye was stunned, then sighed and nodded. Yang Ming's heart tightened, he knew his guess was right.

Pian'erye explained, "I am an old man with no children. I only have a younger sister in the Northeast. Life there is not easy, so I want to sell some of my property to help her." Yang Ming felt sympathy after hearing this. He understood Pian'erye's helplessness and struggle, and also understood his deep feelings for his sister.

Yang Ming comforted him, "Pian'er, don't think like that. As long as you are alive, it's better than anything else. With your face, you will definitely be rich and powerful in the future."

After hearing this, Pianerye showed a smile on his face.