This 'villa complex' is also divided into levels.
As mentioned before, different specifications will naturally lead to different price points.
As for the small courtyard where Jiang Xianjun and his son rented, its specifications should be at the bottom.
Even Yang Ruoqing felt that it was a small yard covered with leftover materials.
Of course, compared to those in the village, the houses built with scrap materials are very high-end.
There are flowers and plants in front of the door, and the yard is paved with winding cobblestone paths, and the cobblestones are vegetable.
With white walls and green tiles, clear windows, green mountains at the back, and green water in front, this environment is far different from the unplanned farmyards in the villages.
What's more, although it is said to be a farmhouse style, it is impossible to raise chickens and ducks in the yard.
So at first glance, it's very clean.
For Yang Ruoqing, this is nothing, because even if it is full, it will not be as good as the Luo family's backyard.
But for Zheng Xiaoqin, it's more like that.
Although she went to the Luo family's backyard every day, it was different. Jiang Xianjun and his son lived in this place, so Zheng Xiaoqin felt uncomfortable all over!
"Sister Qing'er, let me knock on the door!"
Zheng Xiaoqin took a deep breath and prepared to go up and knock on the courtyard door.
But was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.
"Since we are sure that they are the two of us living inside, there is no need to knock on the door."
"If you don't knock on the door, how can you get in?" Zheng Xiaoqin looked confused.
Yang Ruoqing sneered, motioned for Zheng Xiaoqin to step aside, then stepped forward and kicked the courtyard door.
In an instant, the courtyard door hit the ground with a loud bang, punching holes in the cobblestone path behind the door and throwing up a cloud of dust.
Zheng Xiaoqin was stunned, "Sister Qing'er, this..."
Yang Ruoqing retracted her foot and said to Zheng Xiaoqin: "Knock on the door with a hint of respect."
"Obviously, the mother and son inside don't deserve respect."
"Kicking or kicking is the most appropriate thing!"
Although Zheng Xiaoqin also understood that the two people inside did not deserve respect, "Sister Qing'er, do you want to compensate for the door you kicked in?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized that she might have been worrying too much.
Recalling the way those people were cautious towards Sister Qing'er before, they must have known Sister Qing'er's identity and power, so they didn't dare to offend her.
Thinking of this, Zheng Xiaoqin felt confident.
But at this time, due to the noise caused by the door kicking, the door of the grand hall in the courtyard opened with a clang, and a man dressed generously and decently, with combed hair, a silver hairpin in his bun, and a beautiful face. The woman who had applied some powder on her face walked out of the main room.
She held her hands in front of her, and she looked really generous and decent. At first glance, she really thought she was a rich lady from someone's family, or a pampered lady.
Of course, this assumes that she doesn't curse.
In fact, she cursed endlessly, which immediately revealed her rude and vulgar temperament.
This person is not Jiang Mu Xianjun Niang, who else could it be?
"Who is it? You don't have long hands in the blue sky. Is it wrong to kick someone else's door? You can afford to pay for it..."
Mother Jiang's voice stopped suddenly because she saw Yang Ruoqing standing at the door of the yard.
Jiang's mother was stunned, as if she had seen a ghost, and her entire facial expression suddenly stiffened.
"Mom, what's going on?"
A young man with a tall figure and a handsome face, wearing an apron around his waist and holding a spatula in his hand, came from the house behind Jiang's mother and asked as he walked.
Jiang's mother was startled by Jiang Xianjun's question and suddenly came back to her senses, "No, it's nothing. Come back to the house, go back to the house!"
Jiang's mother turned around in panic and pushed Jiang Xianjun fearfully inside.
Before Jiang Xianjun could figure out what was happening outside the house, he was pushed and forced into the main room by his mother, but he didn't resist and just let his mother push him, like a puppet on strings.
"Jiang Xianjun, stop for a moment and see who is coming!"
Following Yang Ruoqing's shout, Jiang Xianjun suddenly paused. He turned around and saw a familiar figure walking out from behind Yang Ruoqing. Jiang Xianjun's eyes widened little by little in shock.
At this time, Jiang's mother also saw Zheng Xiaoqin who came with Yang Ruoqing, and Jiang's mother was also stunned.
But then she realized what she was doing, and her first move was to push Jiang Xianjun into the main room.
"Let's go, don't look, there's nothing interesting to see!"
However, Jiang Xianjun had already seen Zheng Xiaoqin.
He could no longer take his eyes away, so even though his mother pushed him and staggered a few steps in, he quickly turned around and ran out of the hall door and into the yard.
"Xiao...Xiaoqin?" He looked at Zheng Xiaoqin in front of him, almost not recognizing her.
It had only been three or five days since we last saw Xiaoqin. Xiaoqin looked haggard and looked thinner, her eyes were red and swollen, and her lower eyelids were black and blue.
"Xiaoqin, why are you here? You ran out, what should we do with my daughter?"
Jiang Xianjun realized this immediately, and his questioning tone was obviously anxious.
Yang Ruoqing stood aside and gave up the battlefield to Zheng Xiaoqin.
This is her family, her man, and it's her time to go into battle.
Zheng Xiaoqin stood there, her thin body seemed to be shaken by the shock of the elegant little courtyard in front of her.
When she heard Jiang Xianjun's question, her body shook even more violently.
"Our daughter?" She smiled, but tears rolled down her cheeks again.
"Jiang Xianjun, thank you for remembering that you have a daughter?"
Jiang Xianjun frowned and opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and there was no sound.
Anyway, he just stood there, facing Zheng Xiaoqin with an expression of extreme pain and confusion.
Jiang's mother rushed to Jiang Xianjun's side angrily. She first pulled Jiang Xianjun hard and pulled him behind her.
Then, she pointed at Zheng Xiaoqin's nose and cursed: "You restless thing, you are not at home to take care of your children, you run out and wander around, and you dare to question my Xianjun, who do you think you are?"
Zheng Xiaoqin glanced at the ferocious look of her mother-in-law Jiang Mu, and did not argue with her mother-in-law.
Instead, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Jiang Xianjun again, and said pitifully: "Xianjun, do you really not want me or your daughter?"
"I..." Jiang Xianjun frowned even more tightly, turning into a knot.
"Xianjun, my daughter has not been able to see you for the past few days, and she has been very troubled." Zheng Xiaoqin continued while crying.
"When I was feeding her in the past, you would tease her with a small toy and eat it without even realizing it."
"Now I can't do it alone. My daughter eats very little and the children have lost weight."
"And when I was cooking, you would hold her around the yard and give her a bath to make her feel comfortable."
"You haven't been at home these days, so I can only sit her in the wooden barrel next to her while I cook. There are a lot of mosquitoes in the evening, so they go out to bite her.
