Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Even if Jia Zhang had a lot of resentment in her heart, the situation was stronger than she was. Qin Huairu didn't even need to explain. A simple sentence like "I'll go back to my parents' home and marry again" was enough to make her lose her temper.

If Jia Zhang was 20 or 30 years younger, she would be able to raise the Jia family's brats on her own. Adhering to the idea of ​​fighting for one's dignity even if it means doing nothing, she would not have felt any psychological burden when she broke up with Qin Huairu.

But she was old and frail, and she suffered from minor illnesses all the time, even having to rely on painkillers to maintain a normal life.

To put it bluntly, she is in her sixties and she can earn more every day she lives. However, the oldest of Banggeng, Xiaodang and Huaihua is only seven or eight years old, and the youngest Huaihua is even in swaddling clothes. Jia Zhang can't cope with such a complicated situation and can only hope for Qin Huairu's Schrodinger-like maternal love.

Otherwise, for a young and beautiful woman like Qin Huairu, who lost her husband in her thirties, if she had a hardened heart, it would be easy for her to remarry. Although the legal restrictions on marriage have already begun to take shape and various marriage laws provide protection, it is still hard for a widow to survive.

Therefore, at this moment, Jia Zhang was more concerned about how to please Qin Huairu. If Qin Huairu was happy, the shaky Jia family could still be maintained. If Qin Huairu wanted to break up, the entire Jia family would fall apart in an instant.

Like a paperhanger, every step was taken with caution and caution, as if treading on thin ice.

The sound of talking gradually stopped on the other side of the curtain. Only then did Jia Zhang dare to stretch her legs and make some noise. After a long sigh, she was about to extinguish the candle on the bedside.

Unexpectedly, Qin Huairu's cold snort suddenly came from the other side of the curtain: "Why are you sighing? If there is anything you are not satisfied with, there is no such thing as hiding things between us mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Just speak frankly. Otherwise, if you keep it in your heart, you may get sick one day. Let me be frank. We are a small family. If we really get sick, serious illnesses cannot be cured, and minor illnesses will also cause serious injuries."

What Jia Zhang never expected was that she would have to say something to Qin Huai even when he sighed. She felt ashamed and annoyed. Just as she was about to argue, she heard Xiao Huaihua crying in the room. This girl is still young and still not weaned. She would cry for a long time if there was any noise while she was sleeping at night.

Listening to her granddaughter's cries, Jia Zhang swallowed the words that came to her lips, and could only nod her head in a somewhat cowardly manner, and replied: "I didn't sigh, I just felt phlegm in my throat, so I coughed. Besides, I know the situation of our family. I can bear the headache and fever and other minor illnesses. If you really encounter something that you can't bear, I won't add burden to the family. After all, you and the children still have to live."

Jia Zhang was so well-behaved at this time, and she did not have the domineering attitude she had when Jia Dongxu was around. You should know that when Jia Dongxu was alive, Qin Huairu was commanded by Jia Zhang like a nanny. She had to sweep the floor, beat clothes, cook and wash dishes. Sometimes, when she had leg pain, back pain, or leg cramps, Qin Huairu would still cupping, rub her shoulders, and beat her legs. She was really happy during that time.

Now, it’s hard to say…

"It's good that you don't sigh. There's no need to be so pessimistic. After all, you still need to take care of your health. Your health is your capital. If you collapse, who will take the shift at the steel mill? I can't be the one to worry about the mending and picking up the baton at home. So, from now on, our family will rely on you alone. You are the pillar of the family. You must be optimistic and positive. Isn't the slogan on the wall very good? Women hold up half the sky."

"Women hold up half the sky? There is indeed a slogan on the wall, but I have never seen any old woman holding up half the sky. It's just some perverse ideas."

Jia Zhang complained a little in her heart but she didn't dare to speak out her true thoughts. She could only nod again with some frustration.

"That's not true. Our family would fall apart without me. I want to see my precious grandson get married and have children, and four generations living together. I'm still in good health."

Qin Huairu was quite satisfied with her mother-in-law's answer. She did not make things difficult for her again, but just contentedly coaxed Xiao Huaihua to sleep.

In the room, besides the crying of Xiao Huaihua, the only sound was Jiang Yingying pretending to be asleep.

In fact, she had been awakened at the beginning, but she was living under someone else's roof, so she didn't want to disturb her and could only continue pretending to be asleep. She thought that Qin Huairu was so sharp-tongued, and Jia Zhang would at least make a few remarks in rebuttal, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law would have a verbal battle.

Who would have thought that Jia Zhang would be so submissive and swallow her anger. Qin Huairu was almost riding on her and making her pee and shit on her. As the apparent head of the family, it was totally unexpected that Jia Zhang would agree to it in such a humiliating way, or even put her hot face in front of a cold butt.

Jiang Yingying is a widow herself, so she knows better how difficult it is for a widow to live in her husband's family. For example, when she was in her husband's family, she was treated coldly everywhere. Her parents-in-law were always finding fault with her. When she was serving rice, she had to control the amount of food she ate. She dared not even breathe, for fear of scooping one more grain of rice. Her mother-in-law would nag her for a long time whenever she got the chance.

But there was nothing she could do. Jiang Yingying was an outsider after all, and the rural concept was too outdated. A married woman is like spilled water, and she is not welcome back to her parents' home. Although she is restricted in many ways at her husband's house, at least she has a place to stay. It is okay to visit her husband's family for a few days once a year or two, but if she lives in her parents' home all the time after marriage, she will be looked down upon and ridiculed.

When will she be able to be as domineering as Qin Huairu and scold her mother-in-law until she is completely obedient and has no temper at all?

This thought suddenly occurred to Jiang Yingying, but she quickly extinguished it. No, she would not go back to the countryside to suffer again. As long as Li Weijun could help her get a non-agricultural household registration and find some opportunities and a job, she would not have to continue to make a living in the countryside and have to look at others' faces.

By then, when you are well-fed and well-off in the city, who will care about the farmer's family in the Canning Village, not to mention the old men and women in the Canning Village?

After thinking about this, Jiang Yingying hoped even more that Li Weijun could find connections for her as soon as possible. If nothing else, it would be best if he could find someone in a food processing factory. Then, maybe she could even eat a little secretly.

Jiang Yingying did not have too many hopes and demands, and she did not have any unrealistic ideas about status. Deep down, she wanted to live her life in peace and stability.

It would be great if she could live in a courtyard house with blue bricks and black tiles like the one Qin Huairu lives in now, preferably with a corridor and a yard. Previously, Jiang Yingying always lived in adobe houses in Cantou Village, which were infested with all kinds of snakes, insects and even ants, and they had psychological trauma on her.

Qin Huairu may have heard the noise of Jiang Yingying turning over, and she didn't know whether she said it intentionally or unintentionally for Jiang Yingying to hear, or maybe there was some hidden meaning.

Suddenly, she said, "Sister Yingying, you have to treat your mother-in-law like this, like a spring. When you are weak, she becomes strong, and when you are strong, she becomes weak. You must make your attitude clear and give her a warning. At worst, we can just break up. Anyway, we are still young and not afraid. We know who is in a hurry."

"Ah? When did I ask this question? No, I'm pretending to sleep here, how can the war come over here? Sister, aren't you talking to yourself?"

Jiang Yingying had a thousand questions in her mind, but she also knew that Qin Huairu was continuing to fight openly and secretly with Jia Zhang.

He was hesitating whether to strike up a conversation and cooperate in the double act, but who would have expected that as soon as he opened his eyes and looked outside, he saw Qin Huairu looking at him with a smile on her face under the dim light.

It seemed as if he had guessed Jiang Ying's thoughts long ago. The gentle smile on his face revealed a hint of threat and silence that would not brook refusal.

Jiang Yingying swallowed hard, then tactfully broke away from pretending to sleep and added seriously, "Sister Huairu, I've learned my lesson. Only by distinguishing between the big and small kings can this family continue normally. Otherwise, if the two sides fight against each other and are incompatible, I'm afraid this family will fall apart."

As expected, Jia Zhang sighed again, and it was obvious that she was very distressed.