Siheyuan Back to the 1950s

When Yang Laoshi saw Qin Huairu's eyes at this time, he instantly understood her intention.

In that case, let him be the evil one!

Then he came out from behind, looking clueless.

"Officer Zhang, why did you notify my family that Jia Zhang drowned? Why not just bury her directly?"

"Well…?"

Secretary Zhang looked up in surprise, took a look at the couple, and cursed in his heart, what a perfect match they are.

One of them pretends nothing happened, and the other one just cries "the cat is crying the rat". They are acting here!

Secretary Zhang doesn't care about Yang Laoshi. You can pretend you don't know, but Qin Huairu can't.

"Qin Huairu, Yang Laoshi doesn't know, don't you know either? Let me ask you, she is your mother-in-law, do you still care? Give me a straight answer."

Qin Huairu, this scheming bitch, knows she can’t pretend anymore, but there’s no way she can pay.

"Oh! My poor mother-in-law! ... Wuwu... Wuwu... You never enjoyed a single day of happiness, how could you be gone! ... Wuwu..."

Because she was performing too hard, she lost her breath and fainted.

"Huai Ru, Huai Ru, what's wrong with you?..."

Yang Laoshi was quick-witted and took advantage of the situation to hug his white moonlight. After shouting for a while without any result, he could only look at Director Zhang helplessly.

"Secretary Zhang, my wife is too sad. Why don't we wait until she wakes up and then we can continue to talk about her mother-in-law."

"Humph!"

Secretary Zhang seemed extremely angry. "Yang Laoshi, I don't think you are honest at all. God is watching what you do. Just do it, you two! I don't think you will have a good ending."

After saying this, he didn't want to talk to such a person anymore, so he walked towards Lin Wencui.

The neighbors in the yard were also furious and stood up to accuse Qin Huairu's family.

"This couple is really black-hearted. They took up other people's houses and jobs, but who knew that at the last minute, they couldn't even afford to buy a coffin. They are worse than animals. Ugh!"

"That's right. As the saying goes, when a person dies, his debts are cleared. No matter how big the hatred or grudge is, we can't do this. We, the people of Old Sijiu City, can't afford to lose this person."

"I think such a villain is not worthy of living here and should get out of our courtyard."

……

Seeing the neighbors filled with indignation, Yang Laoshi knew that he had angered everyone, so he pretended to help Qin Huairu into the house.

Anyway, scolding won’t kill anyone, and out of sight, out of mind. The best thing to do is to save money.

At this time, Sun Zhengguo, who was watching the fun, also realized what was going on. The ones who cursed the most fiercely were the old people, and almost no young people said a word.

I think this has touched their bottom line. If young people follow suit in the future, it will be a disaster. Our ancestors have emphasized filial piety for thousands of years, could it be that it has been eaten by dogs?

Therefore, they must stand up and resist this immoral behavior.

Secretary Yang also came over at this time, and looked at Lin Wencui and the others, he seemed a little embarrassed.

"Director Sun, Chairman Lin, Director Sun, you are all here! I am sorry to have made a fool of myself."

Sun Dajiang and his son nodded, while Lin Wencui waved her hand and replied with a smile.

"Secretary Zhang, how can you be blamed for this? It's still a human problem. But how are you going to report this time?"

"Just tell the truth! What else can we do? If it really doesn't work, we can raise some money from the street office. We can't let the villagers stab us in the back!"

Hearing what Secretary Zhang said, Sun Zhengguo couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Officer Zhang, I'm afraid we have to wait until tomorrow to go to work to wait for the street office to collect the money. What kind of weather is it now? Can Jia Zhang still wait? You don't have to forget that she has been soaking in the pit for a long time."

After Sun Zhengguo's analysis, Secretary Zhang frowned slightly, feeling that it made sense. The body was already smelly now, so could he wait any longer?

"Director Sun, what should we do? If there is no other option, I can pay for it first." Secretary Zhang asked again.

"Then there's no need to go through so much trouble. Why not just ask the people in the hospital to donate money? This is quick and convenient. We can send it over today while there's still time. That's it."

"Donation?" Lin Wencui immediately shook her head. "No, no, we have to report to the street office, and we can't wait. Besides, will the people in the courtyard be willing? Don't forget, the Jia family has 'filial sons and grandsons'!"

"Mom, don't get me wrong. This donation is not that donation. To be precise, it should be a loan. When Qin Huairu wakes up, she needs to pay it back. Otherwise, we will report it to the steel mill and slowly deduct it from her salary!"

Upon hearing this suggestion, Secretary Zhang's eyes lit up and he gave a thumbs up.

Lin Wencui also thought that this was a possibility, and immediately called Liu Haizhong to discuss it.

The result is naturally self-evident. As everyone was there, it only took five minutes for everyone to arrive, except for the Jia family who were still hiding in the house.

Immediately afterwards, the Nth Siheyuan Conference was grandly held in the Central Courtyard.

Sitting at the front desk were Lin Wencui, Liu Haizhong and Secretary Zhang, the representative of the street office.

Lin Wencui didn't say anything long at this time, she went straight to the point.

“Dear neighbors, we all know Jia Zhang. Although she is not a good person, she was once our neighbor. Now she is dead and her daughter-in-law has fainted. As former neighbors, we cannot just ignore her.

Therefore, the purpose of holding this meeting today is to ask everyone to lend a helping hand and donate some money to her funeral arrangements, so that she can leave with dignity, and even accumulate merits for future generations!"

As soon as Lin Wencui finished speaking, the neighbor below looked constipated.

Immediately, a neighbor stood up to object, "Auntie, if the Jia family really had no one, we would have donated the money, but their whole family is pretending to be dead, why should we pay this money?"

"Yes! His mother, Yang Laoshi is obviously pretending to be confused, and Qin Huairu is even worse, she actually pretended to be unconscious. Why should we pay for their family?"

"We won't donate. I don't believe this, damn it!"

"Yes, I won't donate. Whoever wants to donate can donate."

……

Looking at the neighbors' performance, Lin Wencui just smiled faintly, then she put her hands down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Dear neighbors, please listen to me clearly. This money is not a donation, but a loan to the Jia family. Every penny must be recorded. Her family will definitely pay it back in the future. Please don't misunderstand me."

"Is that so?" the neighbor asked again.

"Auntie, what if the Jia family refuses to pay back the money?"

"Yes! What if I don't return it?"

……

"Don't worry, everyone!" Lin Wencui pressed down with both hands again. "If her family doesn't pay it back, I will report it to the steel mill and deduct the money from her family's salary. Don't you all believe me?"

OK! With Lin Wencui's assurance, neighbors began to donate enthusiastically.

Especially the elderly, who were worried that Jia Zhang's funeral would not be grand enough, donated a few dollars each.

If Jia Zhang could stand here right now, she would probably say, "You are such nice people! Thank you!"