Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

Her cheeks twitched, and she was filled with the feeling of reunion after a long absence, which made her feel quite emotional. However, as if she suddenly understood something, she quickly turned over and returned to the bed, mumbling continuously.

"Oh, my head hurts so badly."

Witnessing all this, Yang Jun and his sister exchanged glances, conveying their understanding tacitly. Obviously, Jia Zhang was not really seriously ill, and her performance was obviously poor.

However, no matter how the brother and sister judged, they did not go forward to talk to him. For such a troublesome person, it is better to stay as far away from him as possible.

"Mom, we can get off now." Qin Huairu glanced at the two brothers without saying anything, then turned to Jia Zhang who was lying on the cart.

Jia Zhang deliberately pretended to be in unbearable pain. She narrowed her eyes slightly, made a weak groaning sound from her mouth, and acted like she was in pain.

"Ouch, my head really hurts. I can't move. Please carry me into the house," she said.

Qin Huairu felt a little sad, but she held back her tears and decided to turn around and call for help in the yard.

Not long after,

There was a noisy sound in the courtyard. All men, women, old and young were led out. Their arrival was not out of a warm welcome to Jia Zhang, but more out of curiosity, wanting to see the condition of this century-old scourge and when it would be truly free from the suffering of the world.

Yan Jiecheng walked over with his fingers casually in his pockets as if he was just watching a show, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Hey, Aunt Jia, you have lost some weight since the last time you left."

Xu Damao reached out and lifted Jia Zhang's quilt to take a look, then said, "Aunt Jia, in our city, eating millet porridge can nourish the body. Look at you, you are not as plump as before after just going out for the past two months. You must have lost weight, right?"

Yu Zhu immediately retorted: "You are lying with your eyes open, Xu Damao. Can't you notice that Aunt Jia's figure has become rounder?" When these two guys met, they seemed like enemies from a previous life.

But Xu Damao did not give in. He had a point. Although Jia Zhang had indeed lost some weight, her overall figure had not changed much. She weighed about 225 pounds before, but now it was only 200 pounds at most.

"If you want to measure, just measure directly. Third brother, can you lend me your big scale? Believe it or not, I have really lost ten pounds?" Yu Zhu refused to admit defeat.

Faced with this situation, Third Master Yan Bugui squinted his eyes and walked to the cart with a sarcastic smile. He looked at Jia Zhang and smiled to the crowd, "Old Madam, if you want to weigh yourself, just hum softly. If not, forget it."

Hearing the provocation from the Third Master, Jia Zhang still kept her eyes closed, only her eyebrows trembled slightly, obviously she was pretending to sleep. This action naturally could not escape the eyes of others.

Everyone knew that she was just acting. Since hearing the news that Jia Zhang would return, everyone was worried. They hoped that this disaster star would stay in that remote mountain valley forever.

Qin Huairu said nothing and stood aside, allowing people around her to tease her mother-in-law with words, but she knew in her heart that she really hoped that this trouble would not come.

The children, who had just been getting along a little better, might face chaos again because of Jia Zhang's return, which made Qin Huairu feel very helpless.

Hearing the teasing of the Third Master, Jia Zhang hesitated for a moment. Her humming or silence seemed to reveal her intentions. If she hummed, she was urging people to measure her weight; if she didn't hum, it would reveal that she was pretending to be sick. She was not afraid of these. As a lazy girl who stayed in the courtyard for a long time, she always had a way to resolve the problem.

"Dongxu, look at what you have done to my body. It was hard for me to survive during those days."

"Old Jia, you watched me being bullied and did nothing? If you are in heaven, take these pests away and make them pay the price!" Jia Zhang's words were like a sharp knife, stabbing everyone mercilessly.

People had hoped that she would change after two months of reeducation through labor in the mountainous area, but she became even more unbridled, perhaps because she relied on her weak state and thought that no one could do anything to her. So the second master stood by with his arms folded and teased, "You look so energetic. Did I call you by the wrong name? You are no longer Aunt Jia, but Old Yi."

It immediately caused bursts of laughter.

The third master interrupted and said, "If Lao Jia's soul is still in heaven, and he finds out that someone has cuckolded him, I'm afraid the first person he will take away is you, the eldest sister-in-law. Sister-in-law, you are so cruel."

Jia Zhang was lying on her back on the flatbed cart, her eyes trembling. Although she closed her eyes tightly and said nothing, only a low humming sound could be heard.

"Ouch, it hurts so much, Qin Huairu, you are so cruel, how could you watch your mother-in-law being insulted without saying anything?"

Qin Huairu stood there in silence, ignoring Jia Zhang's shouting.

"Old lady, you are back."

At this moment, Gangbing ran out of the yard with his two little daughters.

"Oh my God! My grandson, my beloved grandson, thank God for letting me see our little tiger again!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhang's spirit suddenly perked up, her eyes widened, and she immediately sat up straight.

Looking at this scene, everyone showed a disapproving expression. How could her aura be like that of a sick person?

"Old lady, I miss you too."

Ganghandle threw himself into Jia Zhang's arms and cried bitterly, as if the world was about to end.

"My little precious grandson, I think of you all the time. All I can see is you, my grandson."

Jia Zhang tightly hugged the handle of the pole, tears streaming down her face. She then glanced at Xiaodong and Guihua, who were dumbfounded, and cursed loudly:

"I am blind, so I raised two cold-faced jackals!"

Xiaodong and Guihua, who were scolded, burst into tears and walked towards Qin Huairu for help.

Faced with this situation, Qin Huairu knew that it was not a good idea to stay any longer, so she said to the second uncle Liu Haizhong:

"Uncle, why don't we go inside first?"

Hearing the second uncle's proposal and seeing the vigorous spirit, the second uncle's eyes also became uneasy, and he responded in a low voice:

"Okay, everyone, be quiet for a moment and take care of the patient first."

When everyone heard the second uncle speak, they stopped fighting, and some strong young men came forward to lift the bed.

But as soon as they got close to Jia Zhang, they smelled a dizzying odor, the stench was almost suffocating.

"Oh my god, what's that smell? How long has it been since you last washed it?"

Everyone instinctively covered their noses and took a step back.

Sensing everyone's disdainful looks, Jia Zhang pretended to be lifeless and lay on the cart without moving.

The second uncle walked over, sniffed from a distance, and immediately stepped back.

He waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and carry the person in."

The others ignored his orders and no one dared to come forward to help.

Seeing this situation, the third master realized that such a stalemate was not a solution, so he sent Yan Jiefang back to the house to get a rope.

Soon, Yan Jiefang returned with a bundle of coarse hemp ropes, and the third master immediately ordered everyone to tie up Jia Zhang with the ropes.

A thick rope tied Jia Zhang and the quilt together into a ball. Strong young men each held one end and slowly lifted her up.

“One, two, three, hard!”

As the shouts rang out, Jia Zhang left the cart.

When Jia Zhang was being carried down, she saw Yan Jiecheng approaching carrying a large scale. He gave a hint to his companions who were carrying the things, and then someone found a large wooden stick to help.

Everyone worked together to lift Jia Zhang up. At this opportunity, Yan Jiecheng began to measure her weight: "Two hundred and forty-three pounds and eight ounces."

"Oh!" The crowd was shocked. The weight was close to the standard of fat pigs in the township collective households.

Even if she subtracted the thick 15-pound quilt and heavy clothes, she still weighed at least 220 pounds, even more than she weighed before the labor reform.

It seems that she has been living a pretty carefree life in the mountains over the past few months.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You guys, be gentler!" Jia Zhang shouted loudly.

At first she closed her eyes and waited, but when she heard Yan Jiecheng reporting the numbers, she came back to her senses.

"Aunt Jia, I don't think I heard clearly what you said just now. Can you say it again? Do you really want us to let you go?" Zhu Han, the fool at the village entrance, asked with a smile.

Jia Zhang rolled her eyes in disdain: "Silly Zhu, you are such a jinx. You must be jealous of my infertility, right? Do you want me to fall to my death?"

"Old woman, don't be so arrogant. Who are you talking about as the only son? If you don't believe me, let me slap you in the mouth?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuzi immediately looked dissatisfied.

Normally you can say a few words to vent your anger, but if you dare to insult Ran Qiuye and her son, he will fight to the death with you.

After Zhuzi finished speaking, he dropped the rope in his hand and turned away.

Jia Zhang was startled by Zhuzi's sudden change of attitude.

How could that silly Zhu talk to her like that? Every time she saw him, he would always try to please her humbly, bring her food, give her snacks, and help with housework.

They had only not seen each other for two months, but this boy dared to be rude to her, and looking at the look in his eyes just now, it was clear that he wanted to kill her.

When Jia Zhang thought about how embarrassed she was to be frightened like this, she immediately shouted:

"Oh, I have a terrible headache. The doctor said it was because I was too frightened. I have to let Sha Zhu pay for all the medical expenses."

"Qin Huairu, you! Why don't you go and ask Sha Zhu for the money? If he doesn't pay, I will stay at their house and won't leave."

The people in the courtyard who were watching looked at each other in bewilderment. Jia Zhang became more and more arrogant and it was obvious that she was cheating.

Today she could cheat Zhuzi, but tomorrow she might target someone else. The people who helped looked at each other, wondering if they should ignore her if Jia Zhang came to harass them next.

Second uncle and third uncle were so angry that they were speechless. This is how they were rewarded for their kindness?

Second uncle waved his hand with a stern face, signaling them to carry the person in first before talking.

When the few people saw his appearance, their brows were deeply furrowed, but they still carried Jia Zhang in helplessly.

After entering the house, they threw Jia Zhang onto the earthen kang and walked away.

"Wait, don't drop the rope." Uncle San, who was standing outside Qin Huairu's house, shouted hurriedly.

Everyone is trying their best to avoid anything related to Jia Zhang, so how could they be willing to turn back?

Yan Jiecheng hesitated for a moment before he went into the house and got the rope. The others left the courtyard and went home to close their doors. From afar, Jia Zhang could be heard cursing in the house, either targeting Qin Huairu or blaming Xiaodang and Huaihua for being ungrateful and disloyal little enemies. There was only one sentence that was not mentioned: his eldest grandson of the Jia family was Banggeng.

When Yang Jun and Yang Mei saw Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang return to the gate of the compound, they immediately returned to the backyard. They would rather stay away from the Jia family than cause any trouble.

Seeing that the yard had become much quieter, Yang Jun and Yi Qiu Shui left.

The next morning, when Yang Jun went to work, he arrived at the office and found that the production chief Lu Changyuan and a dozen workshop directors were gathered at his door.

Seeing so many people, he led them directly to the conference room.

"Comrade Director, we can't let this matter go on any longer. We will not be able to complete our orders this quarter if we continue like this." Production Chief Lu Changyuan was the first to complain.

Before Yang Jun opened his mouth, he heard, "Tell me, what urgent matter is it that has me blocked here so early in the morning?" He asked at the conference seat.

Lu Changyuan went on to explain: "Director Li has transferred all the elite employees in the factory and even stopped the operation of a production workshop. Judging from the current progress, there is no hope of completing the orders this season."

Yang Jun was slightly furious. The thing he feared the most finally happened.

Li Huaide took away most of the backbone personnel in the factory and focused on his newly developed machines.

Now that each workshop has lost its technical support, many advanced and precision parts are difficult to manufacture, and the entire production process has fallen into a semi-shutdown state.

"Production and equipment matters should be handled by Deputy Factory Manager Li. If you ask me, the person in charge of logistics management, to handle this, wouldn't that be asking me to interfere in matters that should be handled by others?"

Although Yang Jun was paying attention to production, as the deputy factory director, not the general manager, he should not interfere too much. Especially at this critical moment for the top management, rash actions might affect the overall plan.

"Director Yang, if we had a way to convince Deputy General Manager Li, we wouldn't have come to you. And now that the factory manager is not here, who else can we turn to for help to solve this problem?" In the factory, Li Huaide, who is in charge of production, and Section Chief Yang are his main candidates for support. Li Huaide is now fully devoted to the research of the Type 67 general-purpose machine and is not very concerned about the operation of the factory.

Yang Jun knew Li Huaide's concentration very well. He was convinced that as long as he could get this order, it would be a great victory, and the other orders were not important to him. Although there was a delay, his superiors would definitely be tolerant of it because of the success of this order.

In fact, Yang Jun knew that this order would eventually be placed in the steel rolling mill. The boss used the Model 6 and Model 7 machines as bait, and no matter what his purpose was, this order would never be given to other manufacturers. Therefore, Yang Jun was not afraid of losing the order, but he was indeed worried about the delay in the progress of other orders.