Rebirth He Yuzhu I am a family man

Neighbors were all old neighbors who had lived in the same courtyard for decades. Even though they were not related, they still had some affection for each other. Moreover, after the death of Old Jia, Jia Zhang was in her prime, and she and He Daqing had been "frank with each other" for a long time.

Other families in the courtyard respected the old He family, but Jia Zhangshi was not afraid. In Jia Zhangshi's mind, "even if He Daqing was annoyed, there was nothing that could not be solved by a 'frank meeting'."

Seeing that He Daqing refused to drink the toast and insisted on drinking the penalty wine, how could Jia Zhang let He Daqing go? She rushed to He Daqing, pulled He Daqing's collar, pointed at him and scolded him without any scruples: "He Daqing, can you behave yourself? Look at the yard, which family didn't donate. But you, your son is the section chief of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, and you are the canteen director, but you only took out 5 cents, which is not even a donation. I ask you, how dare you say it's funeral money?"

He Daqing had a paralyzed face and stared with a pair of dead fish eyes. He calmly approached Jia Zhangshi and said in a low voice: "Zhu Zi, they are working overtime to hold a meeting to deal with Jia Dongxu's aftermath. The dinner I hosted tonight is for the leaders of the steel mill. Are you trying to force me to tell you about the benefits that your Jia family will get?"

Jia Zhang is a flexible person. Upon hearing this, she immediately let go of He Daqing's clothes and straightened He Daqing's clothes. With a warm look on her face, she said loudly and self-justifyingly: "Daqing! I didn't know that your He family has silently done so many things for our Jia family. I misunderstood you, misunderstood you..."

Although Jia Zhang was almost sixty years old, she was not an inflexible person. While speaking softly to He Daqing, she took the opportunity to bow and thank the representatives of each family present. "Neighbors, thank you for donating to my Dongxu's funeral. I would like to thank you all here! In the future, if there is any problem in the courtyard, my old Jia family will definitely help."

The several new residents who had moved into the steel mill heard those polite words from Jia Zhang for the first time, and they began to whisper to each other excitedly.

Just when everyone thought the meeting was about to end and some people stood up and prepared to move their stools, Jia Zhang's voice rang out again, "Qin Huairu, in front of the neighbors and uncles present in the courtyard, in front of the aunts and grandmas looking at you at the windows, and in front of the moon and stars in the sky, tell me whether you plan to stay in the Jia family from now on? Or are you going to remarry?"

"Wow, there's big news, there's a big drama, we can't leave yet, let's continue watching..." Those who were about to leave couldn't help but think in their hearts, turned around and sat back on the stools.

"You black-hearted old widow, I'm less than 30 years old, what's wrong with me getting remarried? Don't I need it?"

"Jia Dongxu just left today. What do you want me to say? Want me to say: I really need it. I will die without a man? If I say this, how can I go out and meet people in the future?"

"If I meet someone rich and powerful, I will definitely remarry immediately. If I don't meet someone good, I will obey them to avoid suffering. As for tonight, forget it, I'm afraid, okay!"

"Anyway, Banggeng, Xiaodang, and the one in the belly have nothing to do with your Jia family. It's okay to coax a black-hearted old widow like you, or a bunch of people in the courtyard..."

Qin Huairu was unwilling in her heart, but her face was pitiful. She knelt in front of Jia Zhang with tears. She swore with deep faith and emotion: "I swear by the life of the old Jia family: I, Qin Huairu, will stay in the Jia family and raise these three children. I will take care of you until the end of your life. If I break my oath, I will make sure that all the children of the old Jia family die miserably."

The people in the courtyard, hearing Qin Huairu's sincere words, couldn't help but think that Qin Huairu was a good woman with a miserable life. Everyone looked at Qin Huairu with more sympathy, admiration, and appreciation...

Jia Zhang was widowed at a young age. She was an experienced person and knew the feeling of being a widow. As an illiterate person, she didn't think too much. She just thought: Qin Huairu swore with the child of the Jia family, this child is not only from the Jia family, but also from her, Qin Huairu, so it must be safe. So, she felt at ease.

Jia Zhang pretended to be sympathetic to Qin Huairu, helped her up, and bent over to wipe the dust off her knees. At the same time, she sighed and complained, "Huairu, don't blame me. I'm old, and there's really nothing I can do! You're pregnant, and there are two little ones at home, what can I do?"

As Jia Zhang complained to Qin Huairu, the people present in the courtyard began to sympathize with Jia Zhang, who was widowed at a young age and lost her son at an old age. There was more pity and compassion in everyone's eyes when they looked at Jia Zhang...

When everyone thought the meeting was over, Jia Zhang came to the eight-immortal table where Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui were sitting. She knelt on the ground, lowered her head and cried, "Uncle Liu, Uncle Yan, Dongxu is still in the hospital. Can you please be kind and arrange a few people to take him back to the courtyard tomorrow..."

Cremation has been promoted in the urban area of ​​​​Sijiucheng for more than 10 years. Even if Liu Haizhong is a fool, he would never do such a stupid thing; Yan Bugui is an elementary school teacher and he is definitely a law-abiding person.

Before Jia Zhang finished speaking, Yan Bugui hurriedly stood up and helped Jia Zhang up. Liu Haizhong, with a helpless look on his face, patiently advised: "Jia Zhang, this is a new society, you can't do the things of the old society anymore."

"Look at the courtyard. There are so many people living here. If you bring Jia Dongxu back, where will you put him? If you put him in your Jia family, will your two children be able to bear it? Stop making trouble. Let's adjourn."

The people in the courtyard were shocked by Jia Zhang's last act. Fortunately, Liu Haizhong rejected Jia Zhang outright, and everyone dispersed in groups of three or four. Yan Bugui was still trying to persuade Jia Zhang earnestly, explaining the laws and regulations and the benefits of cremation to her.

Although Jia Zhangshi was illiterate and still stayed in the courtyard, she was definitely a person who could judge the situation. She noticed the two uncles' advice and the people's secret discussions. She didn't insist on it and agreed to handle Jia Dongxu's funeral according to the norms of the new society.

Yi Zhonghai, who was watching from the side, saw that Jia Zhang's attitude had softened, so he also came closer to comfort her. Finally, he made an appointment with Jia Zhang to go to the steel mill together tomorrow morning.

When the people in the courtyard saw that the master of the courtyard, Jia Zhang, Qin Huairu and others had all gone back, they closed their doors and secretly discussed the misfortune of the Jia family.

Accompanied by Yi Zhonghai, Jia Zhang handled the aftermath of Jia Dongxu in an orderly manner in the personnel, finance, and logistics departments of the steel rolling mill.

However, Jia Zhang herself never went out of the house, and her mind was full of old-fashioned ideas. She would never think that after Qin Huairu gave birth to the child, she could first be allowed to work at the steel rolling mill, and then take over when the child grew up.

Yi Zhonghai was so eager to make Qin Huairu suffer that he would not try to persuade or remind Jia Zhangshi. Therefore, Jia Zhangshi directly wrote Banggeng's name on the workstation left by Jia Dongxu, so that Banggeng could go to work in the steel mill when he was old enough.

Jia Zhang received more than 600 yuan in compensation, funeral expenses, and the pre-delivery subsidy from the steel mill. Jia Zhang believed that Qin Huairu was pregnant with the grandson of the Jia family, so the daily life of the Jia family was no worse than when Jia Dongxu was there.

Time flies. That afternoon, Qin Huairu was working as a "laundry girl" in the pool in the middle courtyard with a big belly. Suddenly, her stomach reacted. This was Qin Huairu's third child, and she was very experienced. She hurried back to the Jia family to find Jia Zhangshi.

Jia Zhang, who was taking a nap, saw Qin Huairu sweating profusely, but she didn't want to argue with her. She found out the reason, put on her clothes and went to the courtyard to ask for a midwife. When Jia Zhang brought the midwife back to the Jia family, the baby's head was already out.

Since Jia Dongxu passed away, Jia Zhangshi was no longer as unreasonable as before. Seeing that the child was about to be born, she was looking forward to having a grandson, and she was very motivated to boil water and prepare some clean clothes for the little one.

The midwife didn't have to work hard, and Qin Huairu gave birth to a skinny little baby girl. Jia Zhang was very excited, but when she heard the midwife say it was a girl, she lost her temper and sat there in despair. After the midwife finished her work, she called Jia Zhang several times, and Jia Zhang finally calmed down. According to the old rules, she gave the midwife 2 yuan as a thank you.

Since Qin Huairu gave birth to a posthumous baby girl, Jia Zhangshi no longer cared about her as much as she did during her pregnancy. She found an excuse to move Qin Huairu and the posthumous baby girl to the outer room. She took Banggeng and Xiaodang with her and occupied the big kang in the inner room.

Qin Huairu's parents, brother and sister-in-law, and younger brother and sister-in-law were all in Qinjia Village on the outskirts of Sijiu City. At this time, they were busy with farm work and had no time to support the family, so they had no time to help her with her confinement.

When Qin Huairu gave birth to Banggeng and Xiaodang, although Jia Zhangshi didn't care about anything, she could still order Jia Dongxu around. Now that Jia Dongxu is gone, Jia Zhangshi doesn't care about her anymore and keeps asking her to wash clothes, cook, and do this and that. She can only suffer in silence and endure it.

After all, Qin Huairu was born in the old society, and her mind was filled with the old idea of ​​favoring boys over girls. How could she blame Jia Zhang's attitude towards her? Instead, she blamed herself for giving birth to another liar girl.

One dark night, Qin Huairu stared at the withered and shriveled posthumous baby girl who brought her suffering, as if her future had become bleak because of the arrival of this baby girl. She sighed and said, "I suffered so much to give birth to you, why can't you be a boy?"

"You killed Jia Dongxu in your womb. I had such a miserable life giving birth to you. From now on, you have to work hard to live. Whether you live or die, it's your own fate. You can't blame others."

Qin Huairu looked at the swaying shadows of the Sophora japonica tree outside the house and murmured, "Little trouble, I hope your life is as hardy as that Sophora japonica tree. Sophora tree, Sophora japonica flower, Little Sophora japonica flower... Little trouble, you should be called Little Sophora japonica flower!"

The baby girl seemed to understand Qin Huairu's words. In the dark outer room of the Jia family, she actually laughed happily and strangely...