Siheyuan, I, Silly Zhu, picked up the Qinman script

The eldest mother is dead.

Yi Zhonghai didn't have a good life either. He couldn't get ready-made hot meals when he came back at night, and the house was deserted and not popular at all.

Looking at the deserted house, Yi Zhonghai sighed and found some discarded wood slag to light the stove.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Jia Zhang walked in from outside with a piece of red charcoal held in an iron drill. She saw Yi Zhonghai playing with the stove and made a joke.

"Lao Yi, my old lady guessed that you were worried about lighting the stove. Dongxu is still alive, and you are good to our Dongxu. Auntie is gone, and it is not convenient for you to live alone. I will give you a piece of red charcoal. , add some wood, add some coal, and that’s it.”

Seeing Yi Zhonghai looking at him without saying a word.

There was a bit of a smile on his fat face.

"It doesn't mean anything. It just means that there is a sewing business. You come to me and I will do it for you. I can't do it. There is also Huairu. Huairu has been married to the courtyard for so many years. You also know her needlework. of people, our street is second to none.”

The free hand.

Pushed Yi Zhonghai aside.

He stuffed the red charcoal held by the iron drill into the stove, and covered it with some wooden strips. When the wooden strips ignited, he grabbed a few pieces of black charcoal and covered the black charcoal on top of the wooden strips.

Before leaving.

I saw that the clothes Auntie had washed for Yi Zhonghai had open threads.

Don't consider yourself an outsider.

He reached out and grabbed the clothes, said, "I'll sew this shirt for you", and left the Yi family with a pat on the butt.

Bearing in mind that the deaf old lady was far away from the Jia family and the widow's advice, Yi Zhonghai had words of rejection already swirling in his mouth, but when the words came to his lips, he really couldn't say them out.

Rough words are not rough.

The dead are dead.

The living shall live.

The deserted house had already made Yi Zhonghai lose his guard. Thinking about continuing to live like this in the future, he suddenly felt unhappy.

I miss my aunt a little bit.

I feel that the eldest mother should not have died like this.

Instead of looking for the reason from himself, he blamed his current situation on Silly Zhu and his wife, thinking that Auntie's death was caused by Silly Zhu and his wife.

Just because he can't offend Zhang Shihao doesn't mean he can't offend Silly Zhu.

……

Qin Huairu saw Mrs. Jia Zhang coming in from outside carrying a piece of clothing.

She felt that this dress was a bit familiar. She had seen it somewhere. After thinking about it, she guessed that the owner of the dress should be Yi Zhonghai.

Why are you so confident?

Just now, when Jia Zhang went out with red charcoal, she said she was lighting the stove for Yi Zhonghai. Qin Huairu saw Jia Zhang entering Yi Zhonghai's home through the glass.

From the time Jia Zhang left to the time she came back, it only took three or four minutes, which was not enough to support Jia Zhang to go to another house.

Therefore, these clothes can only belong to Yi Zhonghai.

I was very confused, wondering how Jia Zhang got Yi Zhonghai's shirt back.

Auntie had just died a day ago and had not yet been laid to rest. Under such circumstances, Jia Zhang, who had been widowed for many years, took back Yi Zhonghai's shirt.

I don't understand.

In fact, Qin Huairu didn't dare to think about it anymore. She now doubted whether her mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, had any thoughts about Yi Zhonghai.

One is an old widow.

One is an old man whose wife is dead.

Judging by age.

The two are also a perfect match.

Jia Zhang saw Qin Huairu staring at her, glanced at Qin Huairu, threw the shirt in her hand on the table, and explained the reason.

"The piece of red charcoal in our house was really given away. Yi Zhonghai was in the house, staring at the stove in a daze. After so many years of marriage, my aunt has been doing all the work at home, lighting the stove, cooking, cleaning the house, etc. What will Yi Zhonghai do now that Auntie is gone? Without our piece of red charcoal, he can't even light the stove."

Bend down and walk to the cabinet.

Open the cabinet door.

I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find it.

Not long after, Jia Zhang took out a paper basket from the cabinet. There were needlework, buttons and scrap cloth inside.

"When I came back, I saw that there was a seam in Yi Zhonghai's top. When Auntie was alive, this was Auntie's livelihood. After Auntie died, no one sewed or mended Yi Zhonghai. I felt pity for him too. Yi Zhonghai, take it back and sew it up for him, then send it to him after it’s done.”

He saw Qin Huairu looking at him with a look of surprise.

Jia Zhang probably felt that she had gone too far.

I made up a random reason.

"When Dongxu was alive, Yi Zhonghai was kind to our Jia family. Now that Yi Zhonghai is in trouble, if our Jia family just looks on with cold eyes, what will happen to our Jia family? Outsiders are not allowed to poke the backbone of our Jia family."

Look at the expression on Qin Huairu's face.

More confused.

He emphasized his tone.

"If you are upright, you are not afraid of slanted shadows. If there is nothing, it is false. As long as our Jia family is upright, no one can gossip about us."

"I didn't say anything." Qin Huairu pointed to the rice on the table, "The rice is cooked, why don't you eat before sewing? Otherwise it will get cold in a while."

Jia Zhang slapped her forehead with her hand.

"Look at my brain. I have forgotten it. Huairu was right to remind me."

The bamboo basket in his hand was placed on the cabinet.

He walked to the dining table.

Grabbing the chopsticks, I was about to eat some.

Something came to mind.

He put down his chopsticks and grabbed a big bowl next to him, preparing to give Yi Zhonghai some food.

Because Silly Zhu did not go to help the Jia family as described in the script, the Jia family did not live a good life of white flour steamed buns and meat dishes as described in the script.

The family relies entirely on Qin Huairu's salary.

In addition, today's supplies are somewhat scarce and everything is tense.

The Jia family ate steamed buns and drank sorghum rice porridge all day long. During this period of time, they complained to Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang, saying that they didn't eat meat, and the birds disappeared from their mouths.

I saw Jia Zhang going to deliver food to Yi Zhonghai.

Banggeng has a small face.

Yelled something.

“I don’t even have enough food for our family.”

Mrs. Jia Zhang, who felt sorry for Banggen, originally planned to scoop up two spoons of sorghum rice porridge. Finally, under Banggen’s complaints, she scooped up a spoonful and stuck two more doughnuts on the chopsticks. She placed the doughnuts on the chopsticks horizontally. On the bowl, holding it in both hands, he left Jia's house and entered Yi Zhonghai's home under the attention of some concerned neighbors.

"Lao Yi, I knew you didn't have enough food and drink at night. Huairu cooked some sorghum rice porridge and made a few steamed buns, thinking of sending some to you. You know the conditions of our Jia family are not very good. It’s just steamed buns and sorghum rice porridge, don’t dislike it, it’s more or less interesting.”

Dislike the hammer.

With the help of Mrs. Jia and Zhang, Yi Zhonghai started to worry about how to prepare dinner after lighting the stove.