I became a poor little sophora japonica in the courtyard

Qin Huairu came hurriedly from the main room, first gave Banggeng a brand new cotton coat in her hand to put on, and then stuffed money into his pocket.

"Here are three hundred yuan and a few pounds of food coupons. There is also food in this bundle. Hurry up! I'll take you out."

Qin Huairu stuffed the bag into Banggeng's hands and dragged him outside. She ignored Jia Zhangshi who was howling and cursing behind her.

Bang Geng had never seen his mother so nervous, and he immediately felt scared. He walked out quickly without his mother pulling him.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the hall, they ran into Director Wang from the Street Office in the front yard, who was accompanied by several armed militiamen. The Youth Educated Office in northern Shaanxi had already called Dongcheng District, and Guan Zhao insisted on sending someone over. The commune in northern Shaanxi would set up Banggeng as an example to criticize him.

"How dare you undermine the country's policies? Arrest him!"

Director Wang gave an order! Several militiamen came forward and twisted the stick, put a rope around their necks and tied them up.

"No, Director Wang. My boy Banggeng knows he was wrong and is planning to go back. Please give him another chance!" Qin Huairu quickly stepped forward and begged for mercy from Director Wang.

"It's no use telling me this! I don't have the right to dispose of it. It all depends on the advice from northern Shaanxi. Take him away!"

Director Wang waved his hand, and several militiamen led the gang out of the courtyard. Qin Huairu followed behind, crying and carrying a package, while Jia Zhang was sitting in the hall, slapping her thighs and crying.

"My good grandson Bang Geng just misses home. Can't he come back to visit? You can't treat him like this. He's just a child!"

Some neighbors in the courtyard didn't know what had happened and came out to ask for information. Someone in the front yard saw it clearly and described it vividly.

Sha Zhu heard the crying outside and came out of Yi Zhonghai's kitchen. He vaguely heard his son crying at home, so he ran over to check.

The house was empty now! Qin Huairu didn't know where she had gone, leaving her son crying on the bed with a red face. He hurried over and picked up his son, with a surge of anger in his heart.

He took his son He Xiao to the east wing and handed him over to Aunt Yi, and angrily went to find Qin Huairu. But when he arrived at the front yard and listened to the neighbors' discussions, he was a little confused!

Banggeng was captured by the militia just after he sneaked back! This bastard is so bold and reckless that he can't stand the slightest hardship in the countryside. He is simply singing the opposite of the current policy!

Hearing that Qin Huairu had also gone to the street office, Sha Zhu ignored her and turned back to the east wing of the central courtyard. Today was New Year's Eve, so he didn't want to touch this bad luck.

After he finished cooking the dishes, he carried the deaf old lady from the backyard. Qin Huairu returned to the courtyard from the street office with red and swollen eyes and empty hands.

According to her, Banggeng was locked up in a small dark room. After the Chinese New Year, a group of educated youth from Sijiucheng will go to northern Shaanxi, and Banggeng will be sent back to Mizhi County. In the past few days, she has to deliver meals to Banggeng three times a day.

She found two lunch boxes, started putting food in them, and then wrapped them in He Xiao's quilt to keep them warm, and carried them to the street office. She didn't even have time to look at her youngest son! Jia Zhangshi now sat at the table as if nothing had happened.

Sha Zhu suppressed his anger and called Xiao Dang and Huaihua to come over for dinner. Tonight, Jingyi went to her parents' house to celebrate the New Year, so she couldn't bring Xiao Huaihua with her. After Sha Zhu and his family finished their New Year's Eve dinner, Qin Huairu came back with an empty lunch box.

Sha Zhu didn't get angry with her and let her heat up the food. He then took his son back home.

As soon as he entered the house, he realized something was wrong! The house was in a mess. He tucked his sleeping son into bed and started to check if there was anything missing.

The coat he just bought was missing. The two cans of milk powder that Xu Yueling gave to his son on the cabinet also disappeared. Qin Huairu was in charge of the family's money and notes, and she probably lost a lot of money.

He could no longer suppress his anger and ran to the east wing to question Qin Huairu: "Is He Xiao your son? Why did you give Bang Geng milk powder that a child drinks? How old is he and he still drinks milk powder!"

"Bang Geng also needs to increase his nutrition! He has only been in northern Shaanxi for four months, and you see how thin he is. He is my son, just like He Xiao. I can't neglect one for the other!"

Qin Huairu felt very aggrieved! What's wrong with Banggeng drinking some milk powder? He Xiao is almost one year old and can eat porridge and rice now. I won't let him go hungry!

"Director Xu brought back the two cans of milk powder from Hong Kong on a business trip. They were gifts for He Xiao. Why did you take them away and give them to Bang Geng without saying anything? And where is my new coat?"

Sha Zhu was furious! If they were not in Yi Zhonghai's east wing, he would have overturned the dining table. This woman was still eating nonchalantly!

"Zhu Zi, please speak nicely. Today is New Year's Eve, and you two should not quarrel." Aunt Yi came over and persuaded.

Sha Zhu ran away! When he returned to his main room, he locked the door and locked Qin Huairu outside. Since your heart is in the Jia family, go back to your west wing and live your life.

After Qin Huairu finished her meal and put her things away, she returned to her home and pushed the door open to find it was locked from the inside. She knocked for a while but there was no response, so she stamped her feet and turned to go to the west wing.

"What's wrong? That idiot won't let you in? I told you that you can't be nice to him. Just ignore him for a few days, and then he'll come begging you."

The two quarreled, and Jia Zhang saw it all. When she saw Qin Huairu returning to the west wing in a dejected manner, she tried to sow discord between them.

Qin Huairu said nothing, and went into the inner room to make the bed. She was also feeling indignant, thinking that Shazhu didn't care about the stick at all. Since he treated Banggeng like this, she should just leave him aside.

The two of them had been in a cold war since the first day of the first lunar month! The West Wing started cooking again. Qin Huairu delivered meals to the Street Office three times a day and didn't even glance at the main room in the middle courtyard.

He Xiao was about to turn one year old when he was one month old, and Sha Zhu took this opportunity to wean him off the milk. Cook some millet porridge, stew a bowl of egg custard, and he could eat the food even if it was a little soft. He would never ask Qin Huairu for help!

The Spring Festival holiday passed in a flash! Banggeng was escorted to the train back to northern Shaanxi. He would pay the price for his escape.

Once I returned to Mizhi County in northern Shaanxi, I was first criticized and denounced in the county, then in the commune where I lived. The final result was that I was stripped of my title as an educated youth, and was forced to live in a cowshed with the old rightists, accepting the supervision and transformation of the working people.

Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu have been in a cold war for more than a month. Seeing that Sha Zhu was not in a hurry, it didn't matter at all! When he went to work, his son was taken care of by Aunt Yi, and when he got home from get off work, he could take good care of his son. Qin Huairu was a little panicked!

Even without her, Sha Zhu's family still lives a regular life. So how can she show her value?

Isn't this a bargain for Sha Zhu? No! I have to find a way to appease that idiot.