Siheyuan: I am reborn as a good person He Yuzhu

Yi Zhonghai, who was silent at the side, suddenly sneered and said, "No matter how good the craftsmanship is, it can't compare to new tiles. Lao He, did you use new tiles or old tiles this time?"

"It seems that they are all new tiles. Because the tiler said that new tiles are both durable and better looking." He Yuzhu answered after thinking for a while.

Yi Zhonghai smiled disdainfully, "New tiles do look good, but they are also relatively fragile. After a few years, these new tiles will have to be replaced."

He Yuzhu frowned slightly: "Is that so? I haven't considered this... But it doesn't matter, it doesn't cost much money."

At this time, a neighbor ran over and said, "Lao He, go and have a look. I just saw some new tiles on the roof broken."

He was stunned for a second and immediately ran over to check the situation. He saw that some of the new tiles had been broken, revealing the inner layer of soil.

This made him dumbfounded, "What's going on?" His eyes were full of confusion.

Soon, the tile masters heard the news and rushed over. After checking, one of them said, "According to this situation, it may be a quality problem of the new tiles themselves, or we may have accidentally damaged them during construction."

This made He Yuzhu quite angry: "What should I do? I just finished repairing it!"

After some discussion, the master tiler expressed his willingness to replace all the problematic tiles for He Yuzhu for free, and promised to pay extra attention to ensure that there would be no more problems. Although he was still dissatisfied, he still appreciated the responsible attitude of the tiler master and apprentice, and thought about choosing a more experienced tiler to prevent such a situation from happening again. Then he said to himself: "Next time, I must find a tiler with better skills."

"Lao Gan, you didn't see that the old lady was not ordinary. She used to live in a famous place in our old city. I heard that she lived in the back courtyard of the Qing Dynasty courtyard."

Uncle Qian took a puff of his pipe, his eyes showing both nostalgia and curiosity: "What? Someone's behind it? Old Qian, stop teasing me, tell me now."

Lao Gan suddenly became interested. He had seen this old lady several times before. She was just an ordinary old lady. If there was anything special about her, she looked very kind and gave people a sense of intimacy.

"Well, I also heard about this from the neighbors. It is said that before liberation, a senior official escaped and the old lady was picked up by a car, but was sent back in the middle of the night. The old lady hugged a middle-aged man in military uniform and cried so sadly. It's painful to think about it."

Lao Gan's eyes widened. He had never heard of this. This was big gossip.

"Old Qian, what happened next?"

"Later, it was said that the middle-aged man was arrested and the old lady disappeared for a while. Later, it was heard that the old lady came back, but the middle-aged man never appeared again."

Lao Gan listened with great interest, and the stories were more vivid than those he usually heard.

"Uncle Qian, where is the old lady's son? Could that middle-aged man be the old lady's son?"

"You guessed wrong. That middle-aged man is not her son. The old lady's son died during the time she disappeared. It was said that he had an accident."

"Ah? Isn't the old lady's fate too rough?"

Lao Gan sighed. He looked like a kind old man, but he didn't expect his life to be so hard.

"Yes, the old lady is very pitiful. We should help her more in the future and do whatever we can." Uncle Qian was also very emotional. Every time he saw the old lady, she always had a kind look on her face, which made people respect her.

"Old Qian, you are right. We must pay more attention to and take care of her in the future."

Lao Gan nodded in agreement, and in his heart he had more respect for the old lady. After chatting for a while, the two went home.

The next morning, the old lady got up early. Someone on the street told her that a leader would come to inspect that day, and she planned to clean the yard to welcome him.

After sweeping a few times, I suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell down. I quickly sat on the steps holding on to the wall, wondering: What's going on?

At this time, He Yuzhu got up and heard the noise outside, so he hurried out to check: "Old lady, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

He Yuzhu saw the old lady sitting on the steps, her face pale and sweat on her forehead, and hurried forward to ask.

The old lady forced a smile and replied, "It's okay, I just feel a little dizzy, I'll be fine after a rest."

He Yuzhu said worriedly: "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

The old lady shook her head: "No, I'm just a little tired, I just need to take a rest."

Seeing that the old lady insisted on not going, he had no choice but to give up and helped her back to the house to lie on the bed to rest. Afterwards, He Yuzhu helped clean the yard before going back to prepare breakfast.

The old lady was lying on the bed, watching He Yuzhu's busy figure, and a trace of warmth rose in her heart. This young man is so kind!

The morning light shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the path of the courtyard, and the golden light added a bit of warmth to the quiet morning. He Yuzhu stood in the courtyard, looking calmly at the familiar people around him. Those who had offended him did not arouse his hatred, but only left a faint memory in his heart.

"Zhu Zi, today is such a beautiful day!" Old Li from the street office walked over and patted He Yuzhu's shoulder with a smile.

He Yuzhu nodded and smiled back: "Yes, Lao Li, today is indeed very good."

As the mainstay of the family, He Daqing was chatting with a few neighbors, his eyes still as firm as ever. He Yuzhu knew that his father was his role model and the source of his strength.

The old lady sitting in the corner of the yard was old, but her eyes were still sharp. He Yuzhu shook his head helplessly. He knew that the old lady's personality was difficult to change, so he could only do his best to adapt to her.

At this time, a commotion broke the morning tranquility. A group of skinheads broke into the courtyard and looked around. He Yuzhu couldn't help but frown, because he knew that these people were related to the old lady.

"Old lady, who are these people?" he walked forward and asked calmly.

The old lady just glanced at him without answering. The bald men also remained silent, just staring at him with indifferent eyes.

Old Li came over with a look of uneasiness on his face: "We can't do anything about this." He sighed, "We can only cancel her qualification as a five-guarantee household."

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. He knew this was the best solution at the moment. He couldn't let these people do whatever they wanted in the courtyard, nor could he let the old lady continue to be troubled by this.

As He Yuzhu was thinking about countermeasures, the atmosphere in the yard became tense. The skinheads looked around, as if they were looking for something. He Yuzhu had a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

At this moment, a clear voice dispelled some of the tension: "Brother Zhuzi, are you ready?" Yu Shui came over with a basket of fresh fruit.

Looking at the rain, He Yuzhu's nervousness subsided a little, and he took the fruit basket with a smile: "It's ready, let's start."

In order to prevent unpleasant things from affecting everyone's mood, He Yuzhu was determined to make the dinner go smoothly no matter what.

As the sun rose higher, the atmosphere in the courtyard became more and more lively. Neighbors came to the party one after another, bringing all kinds of food and blessings. He Yuzhu warmly entertained every guest with a sincere smile.

Even though the gift money from the Jia family was not much, He Yuzhu did not care. The amount of the gift money was not the standard to measure the heart, the best gift was to live in harmony with the neighbors.

However, when the banquet was halfway through, Jia Zhang suddenly took a basin to hold the remaining dishes, which immediately caused dissatisfaction among others.

Yi Zhonghai walked over and asked seriously: "Jia Zhang, what are you doing?"

Jia Zhang raised her head and said confidently, "They did the same thing at my son's wedding. Why can't I do the same?"

(Based on your description, I have adjusted the text expression and hope it meets your requirements.)

Yi Zhonghai was stunned after hearing her answer, not knowing how to respond. At this moment, Uncle Qian came over and broke the deadlock.

"Everyone calm down." Uncle Qian's voice was loud and powerful. "Today is a festive day. We shouldn't be unhappy because of such a small matter. Jia Zhang, your behavior is indeed inappropriate. I hope you can correct it."

When Jia Zhang heard this, although she was reluctant, she still put down the basin in her hand. She knew that Mr. Qian had great prestige in the courtyard and his words could not be ignored.

As the party continued, the atmosphere gradually returned to harmony. He Yuzhu felt extremely relieved as he watched everyone smile. He knew that in this courtyard, everyone was a family, and only by working together could the family become more warm and harmonious.

---

On a sunny morning, Mr. Qian was sitting on a worn rattan chair, holding a yellow envelope in his hand, tears welling up in his eyes. The 60-year-old suddenly burst into tears in the office, surprising everyone around him.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Wang asked with concern.

Uncle Qian wiped away his tears and choked up, "Nothing, I just remembered some things from the past."

As we all know, Uncle Qian was one of the first batch of people who devoted themselves to the construction after the founding of New China. For the development of the country, he sacrificed his happy family and worked outside for many years. After liberation, he returned to his hometown and found that his wife had passed away and his son was missing.

For many years, Uncle Qian has been looking forward to the familiar bicycle bell and letters from his son. However, every time he was full of expectations, he was only met with disappointment. This feeling of hope and disappointment was like a blunt knife, cutting his heart bit by bit.

Just last year, news came from ** that his wife's tomb was discovered during an archaeological excavation... and even more exciting news, it was said that his son might still be alive, with ** troops active in the southwest.

This news rekindled Qian's hope. He left his contact information and waited for his son to come to him. Whenever he mentioned the southwest region, his eyes would sparkle with anticipation.