The beginning of the silly uncle, the true love is full of the courtyard

Although Li Huaide's character is not good, he is generous. Not only did he give Qin Huairu a temporary worker certificate for the steel mill, he also paid for Qin Huairu.

An alley near the steel mill, this is where Qin Huairu and Yan Bugui agreed to meet. At this time, Yan Bugui was circling anxiously.

"Teacher Yan, you must be waiting impatiently! This is the three hundred yuan and various bills I prepared for Jie Cheng's wedding. Please see if you need anything else and I will go and exchange them!" Qin Huairu, who had hurried over, looked at Yan Bugui's anxious look and laughed secretly.

"Oh, there are tickets for milk candy! Huairu, you are so thoughtful!" Yan Bugui took the envelope from Qin Huairu and started counting them in front of Qin Huairu without any hesitation.

"Teacher Yan, I also helped solve Xie Cheng's job problem. But you also know how popular jobs are now. The job certificate of other leaders is gone as soon as you get it. So, you have to wait two days for our leader to find you a new one!"

This was not because Qin Huairu was going to stand Yan Bugui up, but mainly because Yan Bugui was too cunning. Qin Huairu was worried that if he gave him the job certificate now, Yan Bugui would immediately quit.

"I understand, I understand!" Yan Bugui, who was busy counting money at this time, listened to Qin Huairu's explanation without raising his head.

How could a cunning person like Yan Bugui not see Qin Huairu's intention? He just pretended to be ignorant because of the generous reward.

Besides, Yan Jiecheng will continue to work in the steel rolling mill in the future, and Yan Bugui will not have a falling out with Qin Huairu over a trivial matter.

"It's good that you understand, Mr. Yan. If you're okay, I'll leave first!"

Qin Huairu is not Yan Bugui, who is late and leaves early every day. He is very ambitious!

"Wait, Huairu! Go back to the courtyard tomorrow morning. I plan to hold a meeting for the whole courtyard on Sunday when everyone is here to drive Jia Zhang away!"

"Tomorrow? Sure! But Teacher Yan, are you ready?" Qin Huairu knew how difficult Jia Zhang was!

"Don't worry, I will go to the street office in a while. With this list and the attitude of the steel rolling mill, Director Wang will not object! As for Jia Zhang, we have a lot of young men in our hospital, so they won't cause any trouble!" Putting the money in his pocket, Yan Bugui vowed.

"Then I'll have to trouble Teacher Yan!"

The next morning, according to past tradition, everyone would lie down until noon to save food, but today they got up early, contrary to their usual practice.

"Old Liu, it's almost time! Let's get started! Jie Cheng, Jie Fang, Jie Kuang, notify everyone to attend the meeting!" With yesterday's money as a foundation, Yan Bugui was full of motivation at this time.

As for Liu Haizhong, he failed to flatter Director Yang, but in order to grab Qin Huairu's life-saving straw, he was even more active than Yan Bugui:

"Guangtian, Guangfu, you two should go too!"

Because everyone was mentally prepared, it didn't take long for everyone in the courtyard to gather in the central courtyard.

"Yan Bugui, you want to die. You won't let me sleep well so early in the morning!"

As the protagonist, Jia Zhang had no idea the purpose of Yan Bugui's meeting. After being called up, she yelled at Yan Bugui in dissatisfaction.

Facing Jia Zhang's scolding, Yan Bugui was not angry. He looked around and made sure that everyone was present. Then he slowly said:

"At today's meeting of the whole hospital, I believe everyone has already made a guess. That's right, it's about Jia Zhang!"

"Yesterday, Liu Haizhong, Xu Damao and I went to the steel mill. The leaders of the steel mill have agreed to our proposal! Now, let me ask you, do any of you object to driving Jia Zhang out of the courtyard?"

"Yan Bugui, you damned old man. You actually want to drive me away? Dream on! I'm going to beat you to death, you bastard!" Jia Zhang, who was already dissatisfied with Yan Bugui, heard that he actually wanted to drive her away. She could no longer suppress her anger and rushed up to deal with Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui, who had been a neighbor of Jia Zhang for many years, was well prepared. Seeing Jia Zhang rushing over, he quickly called Yan Jiecheng and others nearby to restrain Jia Zhang.

"Jia Zhang, I don't have the ability to drive you away! But everyone has the ability, and the street has the ability!"

"Yan Bugui is right. According to national regulations, Jia Zhangshi, you have a rural household registration and you have to return to the countryside to live!" A voice sounded outside the crowd.

"Director Wang!" "Director Wang is here!" The residents of the courtyard hurriedly made way for him when they saw that it was the director of the street office.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, did you hear what I just said?" Director Wang walked up to Ms. Jia Zhang and said seriously.

"I don't accept it. I have lived in this courtyard since I married into the Jia family when I was a teenager. This is my home. Why are you driving me away!" It's right that Jia Zhang is afraid of Director Wang, but there is a time for that.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, your Jia family's house has always been rented from the steel mill. It is not your private residence."

In fact, Director Wang did not want to drive Jia Zhang away. Although she had not been to the countryside for a long time, she knew the current situation in the countryside. Director Wang was worried that Jia Zhang would not be able to survive in the countryside.

When Yan Bugui came to her yesterday, she tried to persuade him a few words, but Yan Bugui had procedures and policies, and she was powerless.

"This is my Jia family's house! My husband and my son both died in the steel mill. What's wrong with them compensating me with a house? Oh, and there's Qin Huairu, she's now a cadre at the steel mill!"

Jia Zhang didn't care about much at this time and started to raise Qin Huairu's banner.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, when we went to the steel mill yesterday, Qin Huairu did not agree to drive you away, but her leader agreed! It's useless to ask Qin Huairu for this matter!" Taking money from others, but helping them get rid of their troubles. Yan Bugui did this.

"I won't leave. If anyone tries to drive me away, I will fight him to the death!" After saying that, Jia Zhang began to struggle desperately.

When everyone was at a loss as to what to do in the face of the angry Jia Zhang, Qin Huairu came in from outside with a stick:

"Director Wang, I'm sorry that you had to come all this way so early in the morning because of my family's problems! Teacher Yan, for the sake of our long-term neighbors, can you let my mother-in-law go? I want to talk to her alone for a few words!"

"But..." Yan Bugui looked at the crazy Jia Zhang and nodded reluctantly!

"Mother-in-law, let's go back to the house and talk!" Jia Zhang was about to take action as soon as she was released, but was caught by Yan Jiecheng who was staring at her. Qin Huairu had no choice but to persuade Jia Zhang again.

After a lot of trouble, Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, finally sat together again after many years.

"Qin Huairu, you were the one who did what happened today, right?" Unexpectedly, Jia Zhang was frighteningly calm at this moment, without a trace of madness.

"Yeah!" Qin Huairu saw that Jia Zhang had put down her disguise and stopped acting.

"You can't tolerate me?"

Looking at Jia Zhang who was struggling to death, Qin Huairu showed a happy smile on his face:

"Why should I take you in? Because of your meanness or your cruelty!"

"You are a villain, aren't you afraid that I will cause trouble in the steel mill again?" Looking at Qin Huairu's appearance, Jia Zhang threatened with dissatisfaction.

"As long as you have the strength, whatever!"

"You...! Yes, I, an old wretched woman, will have to rely on you, a filial daughter-in-law, to support me in my old age!" Jia Zhang's eyes passed Qin Huairu and looked at the portrait of Jia Dongxu on the wall, revealing a smile uglier than crying.