Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

Fu Zhen looked at Yi Zhonghai who pushed the door open and frowned when he saw that he was a stranger: "Comrade, which unit are you from?"

When Yi Zhonghai heard his question, a smile spread across his face and he bowed in greeting.

"Hello, Director. I am a worker at Zhenhua Steel Rolling Mill. I came here today to say hello to you on behalf of my old lady."

"Old lady?" Fu Zhen muttered to himself, and suddenly thought of the deaf old lady in the courtyard.

His expression changed, and he put on a formal smile: "Are you talking about the old lady in yard No. 95?"

"That's right," Yi Zhonghai answered very respectfully, "I am from the courtyard. I came here today to take care of some things in the courtyard and to say hello to you."

Fu Zhen raised his eyebrows and immediately came to his senses: "I see, Master Yi, please sit down first. I didn't expect the old lady still misses me. I will definitely visit her next time."

Seeing that Fu Zhen didn't respond to his words, Yi Zhonghai's heart tightened, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"That's great. When I'm done with this, I'll go back and tell the old lady what you said. She will definitely be very happy."

Fu Zhen knew very well that no matter what happened today, he had to repay the favor.

He nodded slightly and pretended to be curious and asked Yi Zhonghai: "Isn't your courtyard very good? The street office is planning to select you as the advanced courtyard this year."

Hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's smile froze. He sighed inwardly, thinking that this was really a case of losing more than gaining.

He quickly adjusted his mindset and sighed, "Thank you for the recognition from the Subdistrict Office. It's a pity that I am not worthy of this advanced title now."

Fu Zhen didn't respond, but just sat quietly in the chair and watched Yi Zhonghai's performance.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at it and continued, "There is a house in our courtyard that is really full, and one of the people has been away for several years, so we thought of renting him a room.

Maybe something went wrong during this process, and he was brought here by the street office."

As soon as Fu Zhen heard it, he knew that someone had occupied someone else's house. If they really rented the house, no one would be taken back to the street office.

He thought of the rumors in the street office yesterday, which seemed to involve Wang Xia.

Fu Zhen had a calm expression as he stared at Yi Zhonghai, tapping his fingers on the table without saying a word.

The knocking sounds seemed to knock on Yi Zhonghai's heart, making him more and more anxious.

After a long time, Fu Zhen suddenly asked: "Are you willing to pay compensation?"

Hearing this, Yi Zhonghai instantly became excited: "Yes, we accept the loss and the penalty."

Fu Zhen picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Seeing him serving tea to the guests, Yi Zhonghai stood up and bowed to say goodbye: "Thank you, Director. You can get busy now."

Fu Zhen fell into deep thought as he watched Yi Zhonghai's departing back. He remembered his comrade's invitation and began to seriously consider going to Tianjin.

In the gloomy shelter room, Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu's eyes fell on Jia Zhang.

After a night of detention, Jia Zhang looked exhausted. Her face was pale, her hair was slightly messy, and her eyes were bloodshot.

She held two gnawed steamed buns in her hands. When she saw them, she pleaded in her hoarse voice: "Dongxu, my son! You have to save me! How can I live like this?"

Jia Dongxu was frightened by her miserable appearance and took a step back involuntarily, leaving Jia Zhang empty-handed.

He was stunned and asked in confusion: "Mom, why are you like this?"

The shelter is located on the shady side of the yard, with little sunlight all year round, and the air is filled with cold and damp.

Jia Zhang was nervous the whole night and didn't get enough rest. She ate boiled water and steamed corn bread, which made her throat sore.

When she heard his question, she had no mood to answer, but just kept asking eagerly.

"Dongxu, does your master have any solution? Go find him and help me get out of here. This damn place is not a place for humans to stay!"

Qin Huairu watched coldly. Seeing Jia Zhangshi in such an embarrassing state, she felt an inexplicable pleasure in her heart.

In the past few years, Jia Zhang's arrogance and frequent cursing made her suffer a lot of grievances.

But she was not a fool and would not let such emotions show in front of the mother and daughter.

Qin Huairu endured the foul smell from Jia Zhang's body and whispered, "Mom, the uncle just told us that as long as you cooperate, he will try his best to reduce your punishment."

Hearing this, Jia Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she saw hope of escaping from this place.

She grabbed Qin Huairu's wrist fiercely, her knuckles turning white with such force, and spit out excitedly, "Really? I will definitely cooperate, definitely."

Jia Dongxu noticed Qin Huairu's slightly frowned brows, and hurried forward to pry open Jia Zhang's hands: "Mom, what are you doing? Huairu is pregnant with your grandson again, you should be careful."

When Jia Zhang heard this, she woke up as if from a dream. She quickly let go of her hand and looked at Qin Huairu with joy: "That's great, I'm going to hold my big fat grandson again!"

Jia Dongxu gently pulled Qin Huairu aside, turned his head to give her a comforting look, and then looked at Jia Zhang.

"Mom, you will definitely be punished this time, but it can be mitigated by compensation. I have given you all my income over the years, and now you should use it to solve the problem."

When she heard that they wanted to take money from her, Jia Zhang's face instantly turned ugly.

She backed away with a fierce look on her face: "No money! All the food and drinks in this house have been used up, and I only have a little money for my retirement."

Seeing that Jia Zhang was still holding on to the money even in this situation, Jia Dongxu was burning with anger.

But seeing Jia Zhang's miserable appearance, he felt particularly uncomfortable.

His heart softened and he chose to compromise: "Mom, I won't settle the details with you. I know you have money.

You are saving yourself today, and I will take care of my child in the future. If this doesn't work, then you can go to jail, and I won't care."

Jia Zhang was startled. If Jia Dongxu really ignored her, her money would not last for decades.

She hurriedly shook her head, looked at Jia Dongxu and shouted, "No, Dongxu, it's my fault. How much do you want?"

Feeling Qin Huairu patting him gently on the back, Jia Dongxu made up his mind: "One hundred yuan!"

Jia Zhang was about to refuse, but when she saw the expression on Jia Dongxu's face, she began to weigh the pros and cons in her mind.

After a while, she sighed and glanced at Qin Huairu: "Dongxu, there is a hundred behind your father's photo frame on the altar in the room. Light some incense and take it out."

When Jia Dongxu heard the location of the hidden money, he was speechless for a while, but he nodded: "Okay, Mom, don't worry. We will come to see you one by one."

Qin Huairu's eyes lit up as she didn't expect Jia Zhang to take out a hundred so easily.

The thoughts in her mind began to stir, and she squinted her eyes at the slovenly Jia Zhang, this was the old Deng who was bursting with gold coins.