When entering the courtyard with a fishing rod, Zhang Yu had already thought about how the neighbors would ask and how she would answer.
But when she entered the courtyard, it seed like it was turning into a big construction site.
A lot of wood and things were piled up, and Zhang Yu looked at the familiar items, "Are they planning to renovate the house?"
Yesterday, everyone was saying that such an expense is big and requires careful consideration.
Who would’ve thought that yesterday they said to think it through, and today the construction team is already here. It’s quite deceiving.
Chen Ya next to her wasn’t very happy either. Both she and her husband are school teachers, getting housing allocation from the factory isn’t easy, let alone for teachers.
So they were thinking about renovating their own house a bit, so their son could live more comfortably.
When their son grows up and starts dating, at least he’ll have his own space.
"We originally thought everyone was considering, so there shouldn’t be any imdiate decisions. We planned to visit Master Gao after school. But then..."
Chen Ya was really unhappy now. Clearly, everyone was confidently saying they wouldn’t renovate the house, talking about it being a waste of money and such.
Yet, "Those who were jumping around yesterday saying how uneconomical renovating was, today went straight to Master Gao one by one."
Zhang Yu understood, yes, there are only so many craftsn; even if rushing work, a household takes at least twenty days to complete.
After several hos, it would be a long ti before it’s Chen Ya’s turn. "Teacher Chen, haven’t you thought about switching to another craftsman?"
Zhang Yu admitted Master Gao’s craftsmanship is good, but there are other craftsn around; if the tiline is a concern, you could switch to another craftsman.
Chen Ya looked around, "We asked around, their skills don’t match Master Gao’s, and they’re also more expensive."
"You know, not only is soone renovating in our courtyard, nearby courtyards also have people renovating." Chen Ya initially thought it was just competition within their own courtyard.
But surprisingly, there were other neighbors too, "They haven’t seen the renovation effect of your house, yet suddenly..."
They only beca interested and willing to spend money after seeing the good effects of other renovations, so why are neighbors so eager to renovate without even seeing any effects?
Zhang Yu could understand, "They didn’t co to my house to see, but you did."
"If it weren’t good, would you still want to renovate?"
"Plus, no matter what, adding another floor at least makes the space more comfortable."
"My house is quite big, but it wasn’t planned well. When the kids were little, it wasn’t noticeable, but as they grew, it beca inconvenient."
"Parents should live separately from kids, daughters should be separated from sons."
"Bedrooms inside aren’t ventilated and have no sunlight either."
Zhang Yu also poured out her woes, "I originally planned to renovate later, now it’s just a bit earlier."
"Renovating earlier makes it more comfortable to live."
Chen Ya nodded continuously, "Yeah, I think the sa way."
At this mont, she noticed the fishing rod in Zhang Yu’s hand, "What’s this?"
"I’m planning to go fishing," Zhang Yu replied straightforwardly, "I cleaned the warehouse today and found a fishing rod, so I bought it."
"If I can fish, then it’ll be another source of inco for the house."
"This renovation cost a lot, so I need to save a bit." Zhang Yu looked eagerly at the fishing rod in her hand.
Anyone seeing this mont would only think Zhang Yu now wants to save money.
"Fishing, that’s good." Old Lady Feng saw Zhang Yu and Chen Ya chatting and wanted to join in to hear their conversation.
Unexpectedly, they were discussing fishing.
Zhang Yu was used to neighbors suddenly joining the conversation, "Yeah, it sounds good, but I’m not sure if I can catch fish."
"My expectations aren’t high; if I could bring ho a few every week, it’d be enough, at least enough for a special treat."
Chen Ya had never considered fishing before, but after hearing Zhang Yu’s words, she thought they could also fish when they had no classes.
Old Lady Feng nodded, "Exactly, my husband, when resting at ho, can also go fishing on weekends."
Catching fish would an adding so at dishes to the family table. If not, it doesn’t matter, as they aren’t busy with anything else during weekends at ho.
Several neighbors heard Zhang Yu planned to fish and nodded collectively, "Yeah, let the n fish."
"Otherwise, what’s the point of sitting at ho on weekends when they say housework is won’s work?"
Many housewives are skilled in housework, but they also have a lot of dissatisfaction with their husbands.
Zhang Yu knew that when the neighbors saw she planned to fish, many courtyard colleagues would be interested too.
But she didn’t expect many in the courtyard to feel moved.
Zhang Yu couldn’t help but feel nervous, "I also don’t know about the yield."
"I just saw a fishing rod and wanted to try it."
"I really don’t know if there’ll be results." If there’s no yield for a long ti, Zhang Yu believes it would lead to dissatisfaction.
"Xiao Zhang, don’t worry, we definitely won’t bla you."
Everyone comforted the nervous Zhang Yu, knowing she had never fished before and was trying it for the first ti.
"I’m at fault, and I can’t take responsibility for it." Zhang Yu dared not linger here and quickly pushed her cart back ho.
When she was about to enter the central courtyard, she saw Auntie Zhao hurrying out with an insulated lunchbox.
This was for Zhao Lin? Today she was in a hurry for work, and she hadn’t seen Zhao Gui or knew Zhao Lin’s condition.
A neighbor noticed Zhang Yu staring at Auntie Zhao’s back, "The doctor said Zhao Lin’s issue isn’t serious, just a cut that needed stitching."
Not serious? Zhang Yu skeptically looked at them, "So much blood?"
After Zhao Lin was sent to the hospital yesterday, people left in the courtyard took flashlights to see where Zhao Lin fell, finding a lot of blood.
In the morning, there were already dark blood stains at Zhao Gui and Zhao Fu’s doors, clearly a significant amount.
"It looked like a lot, but it wasn’t a big issue."
"Even Zhao Juan’s kicking didn’t actually hit him." The neighbor’s expression was quite awkward.
Huh? Zhang Yu was stunned, "Didn’t hit him?"
"Impossible." Zhang Yu rembered Zhao Lin saying he was kicked and then fainting.
Zhang Yu thought maybe Zhao Juan kicked really hard, but it turned out she didn’t hit him, "Is this guy’s head ssed up from the fall?"
"Who wouldn’t think so?" The neighbor glanced at Zhao Fu’s house, "Soone was disappointed."
Zhang Yu laughed and nodded, "That’s just the reality."
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