Siheyuan works as a nanny for Shazhu

Now Jia Zhang not only looks pitiful, but in fact she is really pitiful. She has lost all her money, her husband and son are dead, her daughter-in-law remarried and took her granddaughter away, and the only relative she considers, Bang Geng, is no longer around. Now she doesn't even have much money for food.

However, the neighbors in the yard did not think so. They just felt relieved when they saw Jia Zhangshi, who could not even walk now and was still thinking about making trouble for Yan Fugui. But the people in the yard knew very well that if you picked it up and sent it over, she might come to your house tomorrow and say that you broke her crutch.

So now everyone in the yard kept their distance. Jia Zhang could only hold up the chair with one hand and move towards the door little by little. When she got to the door, she shouted, "Xiaodang, Huaihua, come out. Grandma wants to talk to you about something."

Seeing that no one came out, Jia Zhang kept calling out. Xiao Dang timidly poked his head out of the door and said, "Grandma, are you calling me for something?"

Qin Huairu was also annoyed by her yelling, so she asked Xiaodang to come out and ask, otherwise this person might keep yelling. Jia Zhang forced a rare smile and said to Xiaodang: "Xiaodang, go help grandma pick up the crutches. Grandma will give you money to buy food."

"You are not allowed to go." A voice came from the Yi family. Xiao Dang shrank back immediately. Jia Zhang was about to curse, but quickly closed her mouth.

After calming down, she said, "Huai Ru, let the child help me pick it up. I am the child's grandmother after all, and I would never blackmail my own granddaughter."

"Who knows? Who beat Xiaodang and Huaihua like that last time? Everyone heard what that Wobo said just now. If you hadn't kept your word, they wouldn't have thrown your crutches. You did such a thing for a dime, who would dare to believe you?"

"Huai Ru, please help me. Mom was confused for a moment. It was not me who said that last time. Just ask Xiao Dang to pick it up and bring it to the door. I promise not to blame her. Even if the crutch is broken, I will accept it. It has nothing to do with her."

Qin Huairu sighed, knowing that if she didn't go to get it, no one in the yard would dare to go, and those who dared to go would not help her. She didn't dare to ask others for help. Would they really watch her crawl on the ground? She said, "I'll ask Xiaodang to go. Don't make trouble again. Otherwise, even if you die at home in the future, I won't let the child go."

"Okay, I promise not to cause any trouble. Huairu, don't worry. I'm in this state now, how can I cause any trouble?"

Qin Huairu finally went out, pulled Xiaodang and said, "Xiaodang, go pick up the crutches and give them to her. Don't go in, and don't take the things she gave you. Go."

Xiaodang looked up at his mother, then at the kind face he had never seen before, nodded, and walked over to the crutch. He picked it up and looked at it, then walked to the door of the Jia family and handed over the crutch.

Jia Zhang took the crutch and looked at it carefully. This was the one bought at the hospital by the steel rolling mill. Jia Zhang didn't have a penny on her. There was already a crack on the original wood. She looked out and saw no one at the door. Xiao Dang handed over the crutch and ran back home. The door of the Yi family was closed.

The corners of Jia Zhang's mouth twitched. She wanted to curse but didn't know who to curse. She didn't even know the name of that idiot, and now she was blaming Xiao Dang. Jia Zhang was stupid, but not foolish. She might as well be in this state and still ask Qin Huairu for something.

After touching the cracked place, Jia Zhang stood up with the help of crutches and slowly moved into the room. When she came out, the crutches were tied up with cloth to secure them. Jia Zhang looked at the deserted room and missed her dead son very much. It would be great if Dongxu was still alive.

After sitting in the house for a while, Jia Zhang went to the kitchen, picked up two coal briquettes, looked around, found a small portable stove, and asked a neighbor to exchange the burning coal briquettes. She limped into the house carrying the stove. The neighbors looked at her and shook their heads. A good family was finally broken up.

After starting the fire, Jia Zhang filled a pot of water and placed it on the stove. Jia Zhang sat beside it and waited until the water in the kettle warmed up. The room was finally a little warm. Jia Zhang sat aside with her head lowered. A few strands of untied hair fell on her forehead. The firelight reflected her haggard face, which was covered with tears.

Qin Huairu was also unhappy at home. She hugged the two children, not knowing what she was thinking until Huaihua spoke: "Mom, I'm hungry."

Qin Huairu, who was awakened, wiped her face habitually, only to find that there were no tears. She said to Xiaodang, "Play with your sister for a while. Mom will go to cook. It will be ready soon."

After Yan Fugui returned home, he was still indignant. When others were the ones in charge, they really had to take care of things, but now he, as an uncle, had to become a waiter in the yard. There was no benefit at all, and what he said was useless. Instead, all the things that no one cared about were pushed onto him.

Yan Fugui couldn't help but recall how the steward became like this. It seemed that after He Daqing left, the steward's authority was slowly declining. Especially after several meetings against He Yuzhu and Jiang Feng, people in the courtyard were increasingly aware of what the steward could actually do.

Now Yan Fugui doesn't dare to take charge of things in the yard, for fear that people will put a hat on him. He also doesn't dare to go to the street office to resign from this position. Now there is no benefit at all, and if something goes wrong, you will be held accountable.

The last time, Jia Zhang's matter was reported to the street office, and people from the street office came to punish Jia Zhang, which was to sweep the floor or something like that. As a result, Yan Fugui was criticized and had to supervise Jia Zhang to tell her not to be lazy, and was also ridiculed by Jia Zhang all the way.

After following her for a week, Yan Fugui was scolded by Jia Zhang for a week. The key point was that Yan Fugui could not talk back, nor could he fight back, mainly because he could not beat her. Now that Jia Zhang had a problem, the first thing she did was to call her "uncle in charge", which really broke Yan Fugui's defense. The key point was that she didn't speak properly when she was called over, which made Yan Fugui angry.

The third aunt whispered at home: "Old Yan, why don't you go to the street office and tell them. If it doesn't work out, just quit your job. It's just a mess every day, but nothing good has come of it."

"You think I don't want to, but I can't do anything under the current situation. If someone holds on to this and says that you don't want to serve the people, I will definitely be labeled as a stinking ninth grader. I can only ask them to remove me, and I can't take the initiative to say it myself."

"Yes, you must not tell anyone. You see it clearly. Now we can only stay still. If they don't tell us anything, we won't know anything. And you have to watch over the room. What would those kids know?"

After listening to the flattery from the third aunt, Yan Fugui felt a little better. The family's life is better now, but now they have no say. Yan Jiecheng has been taught a lesson by him, and both families have started to calculate. However, they still pay for the meals every month and currently they still eat together.

Yan Jiecheng and his wife now live at home. Jiefang and Jie Kuang have both gone to the countryside, so life at home is better. However, Yan Fugui's classes are still going on, but his salary is unstable, sometimes he gets paid and sometimes not, so naturally he has no confidence to speak up.

However, Yan Jiecheng's calculations were exactly the same as Yan Fugui's. He had done it several times at home. He first calculated it for the salary share of work, and then calculated it again after he was promoted to a regular employee.

Later, they finally passed the third-level worker exam and did some calculations at home. Now they only have to pay 15 yuan a month for food for two people. The couple can finally save some money for themselves.

However, Yan Fugui didn't think so. He always felt that he had finally sent you to the factory and paid for you to find a master. Now that you have grown strong, you start to settle accounts with me. If the current situation was not bad, I would show you what it means to be a hard-headed person.

The third aunt saw that Old Yan had fallen into deep thought again, so she didn't disturb him. She went to cook and called Yu Li to help.

To the west of Chang'an, there is a village called Wangzhuang. It was named Wangzhuang because most of the villagers had the surname Wang. Just at daybreak, a man with a haggard face and unshaven beard walked out of the village carrying a package wrapped in a bed sheet. He walked with a limp and walked out along a path without looking back.

When they reached the main road, the man put down his package, took out a wrinkled cigarette box from his pocket, rummaged inside, found a cigarette that looked like it was about to break, took out a match and lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, looked up and let out a long breath. From the familiar outline of his eyebrows and eyes, it was clear that it was Comrade Jia Geng.

Ever since he received Qin Huairu's letter, Banggeng has been clamoring to go back, but he still owed food to the people he borrowed from, and he couldn't help but steal chickens from them a few times. He was caught and had no money to pay back, so he ended up having his legs broken.

After receiving the letter and money this time, Qin Huairu gave all the money he sent to the other party, except for keeping some money for himself for the travel expenses. He also worked honestly in the village for more than half a month, but his work was in vain. In the end, he only exchanged it for a few steamed buns to eat on the road.

This time, I had to talk the village chief into giving him a letter of introduction. At least the letter didn't mention anything about stealing. The price Banggeng paid was that all the luggage he brought with him was gone. Now he had only the clothes on his back and some clothes for hot weather wrapped in a bed sheet.

With only money for the fare, Banggeng stood on the roadside, smoking a cigarette and stamping his feet. An ox cart was coming from a distance, and Banggeng hurried forward to stop it, calling "uncle" and handing over a few cigarettes. Only then did the uncle driving the car agree to take him to the city.

After entering the city, Banggeng got off the bus. He asked people along the way and finally arrived at the station. Only after he showed his letter of introduction and work certificate could he buy a ticket. Banggeng held the ticket tightly in his hand, as it was his only hope, as he had no money at all.

Banggeng found a stool and sat down, holding the package in his arms. He looked at the time from time to time and touched the several steamed buns in his arms. He would have to rely on these things to get through the next few days.

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, Banggeng finally squeezed onto the train with the crowd. He found his seat with his ticket, stuffed his package under the seat, closed his eyes and lowered his head and sat down. He didn't feel relieved until the train started. He had been nervous all the way, fearing that someone would come looking for him from behind.