Chapter 143 Warmth
Wang Deming hurried back to No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

There was no other way. According to the wedding rules of the Bannermen, Zhang Shouchun was still at her parents' home at the time. After returning to her parents' home, she had to stay there for a month and then bring her relatives to live with her for another month.
Of course, Wang Deming was also reasonable and agreed readily.

As the feudal remnants left over from the Qing Dynasty, these mansions and houses have lost their former glory and can only use traditions or rules to gild their own reputation.

It’s the same principle as “Heavenly Marks” and “Immunity”. The truly high-end ones cannot climb up, yet still feel superior to ordinary people.

Qin Huairu, who was learning to make clothes with Yan Baozhen in the study, got up and went to the door to greet Wang Deming just by hearing the footsteps.

While taking the hat and scarf and hanging them up, he also helped to sweep the snow off the coat and hung the coat up, while asking, "Deming, did your trip to Shanghai go well?"

"Luckily I met a noble person who helped me," Wang Deming brushed off the remaining snow on his legs and shoes, stamped his feet, and replied, "It was the editor who helped me publish my novel."

Yan Baozhen also came over with her five-month-old belly, holding her waist, and asked with concern: "Deming, have you had dinner? Let Xiaoru help you make a bowl of noodles with gravy?"

Wang Deming took off his leather shoes and changed into the cotton slippers Qin Huairu brought him. "We've eaten. After getting off the train, we'll go to Tsinghua Garden to take a bath with Mr. Rong Si and the others. In the evening, we'll go to Dong'an Market to eat mutton hotpot at Donglaishun."

He sighed, "I still want to get used to life in the capital. I can take a bath and my home is warm."

"What? Can Shanghai still keep you cold?"

"Well, listen to me"

Then Wang Deming told them about the damp and cold climate in Shanghai and the lack of heating or stove in the house, which shocked Yan Baozhen and Qin Huairu.

Wang Deming thought of his plan and made arrangements: "Oh, by the way, sister, Xiaoru, you two should take the children to Uncle Yin Changrong's place tomorrow if you have nothing to do."

"One is that you two can also register as workers in Uncle Yin Changrong's clothing store. It will be good for you in the future."

"Also, please ask Uncle Chang Rong for me about the ownership restructuring of the clothing store. How is his arrangement going?"

"OK, all right."

At night, in the darkness, Qin Huairu gasped and spit out the towel that she was tightly biting in her mouth, her body covered with fine beads of sweat.

After she had evened out her breathing and regained some strength, she grabbed the towel that she had prepared in advance to wipe off the sweat on her body to avoid catching a cold, then crawled back into bed and lay in Wang Deming's arms.

Wang Deming played with Qin Huairu and whispered in her ear, "Xiaoru, are you really not going to move to Xiaojingchang and live with us?"

Qin Huairu moved her body, resting her head on Wang Deming's arm in a more comfortable position, and replied softly, "Sister needs someone to help her now, so you can rest assured that I'll stay here."

"I will move there after my brother-in-law and his family return from labor camp."

"I took care of my sister during her pregnancy, delivery, and confinement. I learned a lot. Maybe I will continue to take care of Shouchun in the future. Deming, the two of us..."

"Ah!" Qin Huairu was suddenly twisted slightly by Wang Deming and let out a soft cry.

"I've said that I will treat everyone equally." The hot air from Wang Deming's mouth sprayed on Qin Huairu's ears, making her feel itchy. "Besides, didn't I say before? We can have children after you turn 22."

"You are young now, and you are not yet at the best childbearing age."

"Besides, it's not your turn to take care of the confinement period. We have Aunt Zhang."

"Well, Deming, then I'll listen to you." Qin Huairu couldn't help but believe it. On the one hand, Wang Deming understood medicine; on the other hand, although she was not very old, she had seen a lot.

Giving birth is like going through hell for women, with difficult labor, heavy bleeding, and postpartum infection.
Before liberation, ordinary families gave birth to more than a dozen children, and it was considered a blessing if they could raise half or one-third of them. Qin Huairu's own mother also gave birth to more than ten children, but in the end, only she and her brother Qin Baogui survived.

It snowed all night. When I opened the door in the morning, it was all white again. Men from every household came out to sweep the snow and women came out to empty the toilet. The quiet courtyard suddenly became lively.

"Almond tea, tofu paste, and hot pot."

I bought a few sets of water chestnut pancakes, hot fried dough sticks and a few bowls of almond tea for breakfast from the vendors who were setting up stalls at the entrance of the alley, which attracted the attention of everyone in the yard.

Especially the old ladies, they gathered together and muttered: "This family really doesn't know how to live. They have to buy breakfast outside every day."

"That's right!" Auntie No. 3, in particular, said indignantly, as if she was spending her family's money: "Two women in the family don't even get up early to cook porridge, steam buns, or cut pickles. They are so lazy!"

“Men can earn money.”

Xu Damao's mother in the backyard said something true, which immediately hurt the old women's hearts. After looking at each other for a few times, they all dispersed.
"I bother!"

After breakfast, Wang Deming sent Yan Baozhen and Qin Huairu out with the children and stopped two tricycles. He also called Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong and asked them to prepare something and send it to the East Courtyard Garden at No. 18 Qinlao Hutong.

After that, he went home, locked the door, and started working as a digger again.

As he dug, Wang Deming laughed to himself. Fortunately, only the thief's treasure was buried in the kang - the first gold was buried in the ash pit, and the 30,000 oceans were buried in the corner of the house - otherwise the kang would have to be dismantled.

He took out the thirty thousand dollars and the gold, and packed them separately into the cabinet that he used as a bed, and put a piece of wood in it as a layer. It would probably come in handy soon.

Without even changing his clothes, he went to No. 18 Qinlao Hutong, covered in ash and carrying a large iron bucket.

Because today is Sunday, there is no one else except some old doctors like Zhao Shuping and Zhao Bingnan who are sorting out Chinese medicine books in the fourth and fifth courtyards.

After a brief chat about the situation in Shanghai, Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong arrived with their people, followed by a group of laborers, namely Wobo'er, who has now formed a professional moving social worker group.

They carried a large aluminum barrel with an iron ring, which was filled with gasoline; two large ceramic jars tightly sealed with wax; and two large jars made of refined white clay.
Wang Deming quickly directed everyone to carry the body directly to the open space in the garden of the east wing.

The garden space was filled with large water tanks that had been ordered for dyeing. Wang Deming went to the house in the north of the garden that was used as a laboratory to get masks and gloves for everyone to wear, and then directed the dismantling of the gasoline barrels and the concentrated sulfuric acid in a large ceramic tank.
First, pour concentrated sulfuric acid into a large water tank, then pour in gasoline and stir slowly. Suddenly, the entire East Cross Courtyard was filled with a pungent acid smell and white smoke.
After pouring in alcohol to continue the reaction, put a noose on the large vat, use the lever principle to pour the liquid into the large clay jar, and then pour in the clay to continue stirring.

After that, the liquid was filtered through several layers of coarse white cloth and soon turned into a yellow-white greasy state, filling up a whole jar!

At this time, everyone gathered around and asked in surprise: "De Ming, what are you doing?"

Wang Deming took off his gloves, felt the temperature over the jar, scooped out a little, and smeared it on his hands. Feeling the smoothness of a young girl's skin, he laughed and said, "This is a good antifreeze!"

"Come on, let's try it!"

At Wang Deming's enthusiastic invitation, everyone, including the laborers, started to work, "Yeah! Really!"

“Greasy!”

"Haha, with this thing, our soldiers on the front line won't be afraid of frostbite on their hands and feet."

"This is just the first batch. We'll add some Chinese medicine, such as mint, to it later, and the effect will be even better!"

"Okay!"

(End of this chapter)