Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

After Ran Qiuye finished her meal, Zhang Zhiqiang took the empty lunch box and went back.

There was still a lot of time at noon, so Zhang Zhiqiang asked Ran Qiuye to take a nap.

Then he rode his bike back to the courtyard.

After arriving home, Zhang Zhiqiang did not rest, but turned around and went to Xu Damao's house.

"Bang bang bang~"

"Brother Damao, are you there?"

Zhang Zhiqiang knocked on Xu Damao's door, and soon a voice came from inside.

"Stop knocking, I'm coming."

Xu Damao's impatient voice came from the room.

Zhang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment. Xu Damao was sleeping when he came back in the morning. Could he have fallen asleep again after dinner?

"Qiangzi, what's the matter?"

After the door opened, Xu Damao looked at Zhang Zhiqiang with sleepy eyes.

"Um, Brother Damao, didn't you just wake up at that time?"

Zhang Zhiqiang was speechless. This boy sleeps too much, just like a pig.

"People say that when you are full and warm, you want to sleep. It is easy to feel sleepy when you are full. You fall asleep as soon as you lie down on the bed."

Xu Damao was not embarrassed either. Sleeping was not something shameful. He, Xu Damao, just liked sleeping, especially sleeping with different people.

"Qiangzi, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Xu Damao asked, guessing that Zhang Zhiqiang must have something to do, otherwise he would not knock on his door in the middle of the day and disturb his nap.

"That's what happened, Brother Damao, do you know the person who renovated the room?"

"These two rooms in my house have been here for a long time, and the wall paint has peeled off. My father-in-law and mother-in-law may come to stay for a while, so I thought about renovating the house."

"Everyone in the hospital says that you have many friends and connections, Brother Damao. I'm here to ask if you have any connections."

Zhang Zhiqiang said with a smile.

This guy just loves to hear nice words, especially Xu Damao, who had long forgotten the slightest bit of dissatisfaction he had felt about Zhang Zhiqiang waking him up.

It was such a small matter, Zhang Zhiqiang could definitely ask someone else to get it done, but he chose to ask Xu Damao, which was to give himself face.

Xu Damao was also very pleased with Zhang Zhiqiang's compliments. Even someone as awesome as Zhang Zhiqiang said this about him, so what did that mean? It meant that he was also awesome.

"No problem, Qiangzi. Leave this to me. I happen to know a member of a renovation team. You can rest assured that I will do the work."

Xu Damao patted his chest and assured that he was not taking on too much, but that he could really do it.

"Okay, thank you, Brother Damao. Let's drink together when we are free."

Zhang Zhiqiang was also very happy. It was time to put the renovation on the agenda, but he really didn't know anyone there. Xu Damao had helped him solve a problem.

"What are you talking about? We don't need to talk about the relationship between our two families. Let me go and ask in the next two days. If it's okay, I'll bring him over to see your house."

"Okay, then Brother Damao, you take care of it, I'll go back first."

After the problem was solved, Zhang Zhiqiang returned to the house.

Zhang Zhiqiang was a little tired and fell asleep soon.

It was already afternoon when he got up. He first looked at his house and planned what to do. First, Zhang Zhiqiang planned to build a bathroom so that it would be more convenient to take a shower at home.

The big bathtub made last time was good, but it consumed too much hot water. Zhang Zhiqiang would be exhausted just by boiling water every time. After taking a bath with Ran Qiuye, he had no interest in doing other activities.

The next thing is to paint the house. Zhang Zhiqiang is right. The wall paint has started to fall off in many places. I think if I paint a layer of white inside the house, it will look brighter.

As for the floor, Zhang Zhiqiang also plans to deal with it. It would be great if he could lay some tiles on it so that the house would be cleaner and tidier. If he doesn't have any tiles, then paving it with bricks would also be fine.

After finishing the plan, Zhang Zhiqiang kneaded a piece of dough and prepared to make noodles into slices to eat this afternoon.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhang Zhiqiang rode his bicycle to Hongxing Primary School. Today, he could be picked up at the school gate.

There were quite a few parents picking up their children in the afternoon, and they looked envious when they saw Zhang Zhiqiang's bicycle. After all, bicycles were relatively rare in that era.

Soon it was time to go home from school. Zhang Zhiqiang saw Yan Bugui riding his bicycle slowly out of the school. He rode slowly inside the school, probably because Yan Bugui was afraid of hitting other students.

"Hey, Qiangzi, are you here to pick up Teacher Ran?"

When Yan Bugui saw Zhang Zhiqiang, he greeted him enthusiastically.

"Yes, Third Uncle, I have nothing to do, so I picked up Qiu Ye."

Zhang Zhiqiang said politely that as long as Yan Bugui did not scheme against anyone, he would be considered a person with moral bottom line.

"Haha, okay, then you wait for a while, Teacher Ran will probably be out soon, I'll leave first."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he rode his bicycle and prepared to leave.

"Okay, Uncle, drive slowly."

After Zhang Zhiqiang finished speaking, he continued to wait. When he saw Ran Qiuye, he patted the back seat of the bicycle, meaning for Ran Qiuye to get on.

Ran Qiuye said goodbye to the female teacher beside her and quickly ran towards Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Brother Zhiqiang."

Ran Qiuye said with a blush on her pretty face, feeling a little ashamed to ask Zhang Zhiqiang to pick her up at the door, as if she needed to be picked up by an adult like a primary school student.

"Well, come up quickly, my wife. It's a good holiday now. You can have another nice day off tomorrow."

Zhang Zhiqiang said lovingly that Ran Qiuye was very tired after working last week and the weekend was a good opportunity for her to take a break.

"Well, let's go back quickly."

There were still too many people at the school gate. Ran Qiuye felt very embarrassed and urged.

Zhang Zhiqiang rode his bicycle slowly on the way home, and an inexplicable feeling of happiness surged in his heart.

His life is getting better and better now. The money he earns is definitely high in this era. He has a wife now and will have a child soon. Zhang Zhiqiang thinks it would be good to continue like this.

When he returned to the courtyard, Zhang Zhiqiang saw his third uncle Yan Bugui fiddling with his potted plants.

When Yan Bugui saw Zhang Zhiqiang and his wife, he didn't say anything, but just smiled kindly. Zhang Zhiqiang smiled back and took Ran Qiuye back.

The others had not returned from get off work yet, so the yard was still rather deserted. Returning to the backyard, Zhang Zhiqiang saw that Xu Damao's door was closed with a padlock hanging on it, so it was obvious that he was not at home.

Of course, Zhang Zhiqiang was not naive enough to think that Xu Damao had gone to find someone to do the decoration for him. He guessed that he had gone to pick up his wife. After all, it was strange that his wife stayed at her parents' home every day.

After Zhang Zhiqiang returned home, he parked his bicycle, washed his hands and prepared to continue cooking afternoon meals.

"Wife, take a rest for a while, the meal will be ready soon."

Zhang Zhiqiang said lovingly.

"What are we going to eat this afternoon, husband?"

Ran Qiuye came over and asked.

She has been hungry especially quickly recently. It shouldn't have been long since she had lunch, but Ran Qiuye was hungry before the last class was over. Is it because the pregnant woman is two people and can eat more?

"I'll just grab some noodles and have a simple meal this afternoon."

Zhang Zhiqiang said while kneading the dough.

"I'll help too."

After washing her hands, Ran Qiuye came over to help Zhang Zhiqiang cut vegetables and so on. As a couple, the work is not tiring at all.