Siheyuan: I found a wife right after I crossed over

Qin Huairu felt aggrieved and thought: I am not the only one with rural household registration, and don’t you have a quota too?

But I only dared to say this in my heart. If I said it out loud, I would definitely get beaten.

At this time, Banggeng, who had been humming there, suddenly looked up: "Meat! I smell meat!"

Jia Zhang was stunned, and quickly wrinkled her nose and sniffed twice: "Yes, it's meat! It's the smell of rabbit meat!" Then she cursed angrily: "Humph! It must be the kid next door eating rabbit again. How can this kid be so lucky? It's either pheasants or rabbits every day. Are pheasants and rabbits so easy to catch?"

Jia Dongxu said: "What's so good about fighting? Haven't you heard? There is nothing to eat in the countryside now. People are starving to death. People in the mountains go up to hunt rabbits and have killed all the rabbits they can. Now there are no more rabbits to be caught."

"Then how did he manage to beat him?" Jia Zhang muttered, "This guy is so despicable. He eats meat every day but doesn't give it to our family. He's obviously jealous of us. Can't he see how poor our family is? Why doesn't this guy just die?!"

Qin Huairu didn't dare to speak, thinking: It's their ability to eat meat, why should they give it to you?

When Banggeng smelled the aroma of meat, he became even more unwilling to eat. He threw away the steamed bread in his hand, raised his face and howled: "No, I want to eat meat, I want to eat rabbit meat, I must eat rabbit meat!"

No one in the family said anything. If someone else ate meat, Jia Zhang would definitely ask Qin Huairu to take her bowl and borrow it.

But this was Yang Chong's family that ate meat, and they had been beaten several times in just a few days. A scoundrel like Jia Zhang knew that it was impossible to get meat from the Yang family, and she didn't have the face to ask Qin Huairu to ask for it.

There’s no way I can get the meat, but the smell of meat from next door keeps wafting over here. How can I eat this meal?

The more Jia Zhang looked at the steamed corn bread in front of her, the more she felt that she couldn't swallow it. She then looked at Qin Huairu next to her, who was eating the corn bread and pickles silently with her head down. She knew very well that even if there was meat, it would not be her turn, so she did not have the extravagant hopes of others.

"Qin Huairu, Banggeng wants to eat meat, can't you think of a way?" Jia Zhang couldn't hold it in any longer.

Qin Huairu continued to eat the pickles and whispered, "I don't have any money on me. The money is in your and Dongxu's hands. What can I do?"

Jia Zhang took the initiative to remind: "Why didn't Shazhu bring a lunch box these two days?"

Qin Huairu said: "He said the factory workers were not getting enough to eat and the factory leaders did not entertain them, so there were no leftovers at all."

Jia Zhang was very disappointed: "A cook who can't even bring back some leftovers is really useless! Don't get so close to him in the future, and don't bring shame to our Jia family!"

Qin Huairu was so angry that she was about to cry: "Didn't you ask me to coax him and ask for his lunch box? Why do you think I was born cheap and have to get close to other men?"

Jia Zhang said confidently: "I asked you to coax him because I wanted his lunch box. Now he can't even get the leftovers back. Why are you still getting so close to him?"

Qin Huairu was so angry that she lowered her head and stopped talking.

He glared at Jia Dongxu who was standing next to him. Jia Dongxu just frowned and looked worried, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Jia Zhang thought for a while and said, "How about, Dongxu, you go to your master to borrow a few dollars and go to the pigeon market to buy a piece of meat tomorrow? Otherwise, you see, this pigeon is still growing, how can it not eat all the time?"

Jia Dongxu said with a bitter face: "Mom, I have borrowed more than ten yuan from the master this month and haven't paid it back yet. How can I have the nerve to borrow again?"

Jia Zhang said disapprovingly: "Who made him your master? Yi Zhonghai wants you to take care of him in your old age. If you go to borrow money from him, he will definitely not let you return empty-handed."

Jia Dongxu hesitated for a moment, but still stood up: "Then I'll try."

At the Yi family across the street, Yi Zhonghai and his aunt were also having dinner. The food in their house was obviously better than that in the Jia family. They ate yellow and white flour steamed buns and some stir-fried cabbage with vinegar.

Yi Zhonghai was an eighth-level fitter with a monthly salary of 99 yuan. He had no children, so the old couple should have lived a more comfortable life. However, Yi Zhonghai seldom bought meat to eat. It was not because he did not like it, but because he was afraid that people in the courtyard would be jealous, and he was even more afraid that the Jia family next door would come to borrow it.

Because he had no children, Yi Zhonghai had to start planning for someone to take care of him in his old age early on, and after careful selection in the courtyard, he chose Jia Dongxu.

But he didn't expect that Jia Dongxu was not only a hopeless person, but also that the Jia family members kept causing trouble in the yard and asked him to clean up their mess.

Moreover, he would come to my house and ask for money at any time. He said he wanted to borrow money, but he had borrowed money countless times and never received any money back.

Because of this, Yi Zhonghai didn't know how many times he had been complained about by the aunt.

It is said that he did not find a son to take care of him in his old age, but rather found an ancestor who is difficult to serve!

Just then, the two of them were having dinner when they heard someone outside calling out, "Is the master home?"

Hearing this voice, the aunt's face suddenly darkened and she muttered, "Why did you come here at dinner time instead of earlier? It must be bad news!"

Yi Zhonghai also frowned and said, "Okay, talk less, don't let anyone hear it."

Then he coughed and said loudly: "Is that Dongxu? I'm here, come in!"

The door curtain was opened, and Jia Dongxu poked his head in with an awkward smile: "Master, are you eating?"

Yi Zhonghai smiled and said, "Yes, Dongxu, have you eaten? If not, let's sit down and eat together."

Jia Dongxu nodded immediately: "Okay, Master, I haven't eaten yet." Then he took the initiative to pull a stool and sit in front of the dining table.

The old lady's face suddenly turned darker. She reached a hand under the table and twisted Yi Zhonghai's thigh hard.

Yi Zhonghai's face twitched, but he pretended to be fine and said, "If you haven't eaten yet, eat something. Old woman, what are you still standing there for? Go get chopsticks for Dongxu to serve him rice."

The old lady glanced at him and didn't move.

Jia Dongxu stood up quickly and said, "No need, Master's wife, please sit still. I'll do it myself. We are all family. How can I ask Master's wife to serve me food?"

As he said that, he walked quickly into the kitchen as if he was familiar with the place, took a set of bowls and chopsticks, and used the soup spoon to scoop all the remaining rice soup in the pot into the bowl.

Then he took the steamed bun made of two kinds of flour and took a big bite. While chewing, he said, "After all, he is my master. Our living conditions are different. The steamed bun made of two kinds of flour is much more delicious than the black-flour steamed buns in my house." Then he took a big bite of vegetables and ate them, "There is also pickled cabbage. My master's wife's cooking is so delicious. By the way, Master, why is there no meat? You earn so much money a month, why can't you even afford to eat meat?"

The old lady snorted and turned her face away.

Yi Zhonghai hesitated and said, "Your master's wife and I don't like to eat meat."

Jia Dongxu swallowed the steamed bun and said, "Master, you and your wife are old and don't like to eat meat, but I love meat, and Banggeng loves meat!"