Siheyuan: Revenge of the Stupid Pillar

Qin Huairu said expressionlessly: "Jia Zhang, stop wasting time and go to the street office to get the matchboxes to paste. If you can't demonstrate your value, you will definitely be driven away."

Jia Zhang suppressed her anger and said in a muffled voice, "I'll go now!"

Jia Zhang came to the street office with a gloomy face and cursing.

Fang Changgui saw the wound on Jia Zhang's forehead and asked casually:

"Jia Zhang, what's the matter with the wound on your forehead?"

Jia Zhang avoided her gaze and said, "I fell accidentally!"

Fang Changgui knew that Jia Zhang was lying, but he did not investigate further and asked:

"Jia Zhang, what do you want to see me about?"

Jia Zhang said with a shameless face: "Director, I'm here to ask for a job pasting matchboxes. You know the situation of my family. My daughter-in-law works alone and needs to support a family of five. She is really too hard-working. I want to reduce her burden a little."

Fang Changgui narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Did the sun rise from the west today? You, Jia Zhang, actually thought of sharing the pressure with your daughter-in-law?"

Jia Zhang smiled awkwardly and said, "Director, look at what you said. I am not the kind of person who is lazy and likes to eat and do nothing."

Fang Changgui said coldly: "If you are not a lazy person, then who is? Who in Nanluoguxiang doesn't know what kind of character you, Jia Zhang, are?"

Jia Zhang smiled awkwardly and said, "Director, you can't look at people with old eyes. People will change."

Fang Changgui said seriously, "Jia Zhang, I don't know if you are really changing or just pretending to change?"

"But since you've come to me for help, I'm willing to give you this chance. After all, your family is in real trouble."

"But I want to warn you, if you dare to mess around, I will never forgive you."

Jia Zhang shrank her neck and said with a flattering smile, "Don't worry, Director. I will definitely work hard."

"Do you know how much it costs to paste matchboxes?"

"I know. Ten are a penny, and a thousand are a dollar."

"Yes! We have people here who are quick and can make a thousand in a day and earn one yuan. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can't say you will get rich, but it will definitely be enough to supplement the family income."

"One yuan a day, that's thirty yuan a month, right? That's more than many people's monthly salary."

Jia Zhang's eyes lit up, and she thought to herself, "If I can earn 30 yuan a month, that would be higher than the salary of that bitch Qin Huairu. Let's see how she can be so arrogant and ask me to do this and that?"

Fang Changgui frowned slightly, "That's true, but the number of people who can make a thousand in a day is small after all. But you have three grandsons. If you can mobilize them, it is not impossible to make a thousand in a day."

Hearing this, Jia Zhang was overjoyed and said, "Yes! I have three grandsons. I may not be able to command the stick, but if the two losers dare not listen to me, I will beat them to death."

Fang Changgui saw Jia Zhang's excited face and said in a deep voice:

"Ms. Jia Zhang, I am warning you. You can ask your granddaughters to help you, but you must not exploit them and make them work day and night."

Jia Zhang's face froze, and she said sincerely:

"Don't worry, Director. I will let them combine work and rest. I will not let them get tired."

Fang Changgui glanced at Jia Zhang and said sternly:

"I hope you can keep your word, or I will disqualify you from making matchboxes."

"Also, do you paste the matchboxes at the street office or take them home?"

Jia Zhang said firmly: "Of course I will take it back and paste it!"

Fang Changgui nodded slightly: "Then come with me to get the materials for making matchboxes!"

A moment later, Jia Zhang happily walked out of the street office carrying the materials for 10,000 matchboxes, but met Li Guifang who was also carrying matchboxes.

Jia Zhang was surprised and asked, "Li Guifang, when did you start pasting matchboxes?"

“It started late last year.”

Li Guifang said this coldly, walked around Jia Zhang and walked into the street office.

Jia Zhang was gloomy for a moment and decided to wait for Li Guifang to go back together.

Not long after, Li Guifang also came out carrying the materials for making matchboxes.

When Li Guifang saw Jia Zhangshi, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and she said indifferently:

"Jia Zhang, why haven't you left yet?"

Jia Zhang smiled and said, "Li Guifang, after all, we are old neighbors who have lived in the same compound for decades. Of course, we have to wait for you to come back together."

Li Guifang said in a cold tone: "Then let's go!"

"Li Guifang, how many matchboxes can you paste in a day?"

"With my son's help, I can probably make about 300 a day!"

"Why is it so little? Three hundred a day, wouldn't that mean you can barely make ten yuan a month?"

"If you do a good job, you can earn ten yuan a month. If this job really makes that much money, wouldn't everyone come to paste matchboxes?"

"Didn't Director Fang say that some people can make a thousand in a day?"

"It is absolutely impossible for one person to paste a thousand in a day, but it is more likely that a family can paste a thousand in a day."

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhang's mood instantly turned sour. She had thought she could get rich by making matchboxes, but now she realized that was not the case at all.

Jia Zhang and Li Guifang returned to the courtyard, and Yang Cuihua asked curiously:

"Jia Zhang, Li Guifang, when did the two of you get together again?"

Li Guifang said with a surprised look on her face: "What do you mean by mixed up? We just happened to meet at the street office."

Sun Jinfeng asked in confusion: "What are you doing at the street office?"

“For this!”

Li Guifang waved what was in her hand and walked towards the central courtyard.

"Matchbox? Jia Zhang, did you go to the street office to get the matchboxes and paste them back?" Yang Cuihua asked.

Jia Zhang said with a haughty look, "Yes! Are you envious?"

Sun Jinfeng sneered, "I'm not envious. Pasting matchboxes is a job for people who have no skills or are poor. My husband earns 60 to 70 yuan a month. Do I need to envy a poor guy like you who pastes matchboxes?"

Yang Cuihua also sneered: "Jia Zhang, didn't you say before that you would never work in your life? How come you have fallen to the point of pasting matchboxes now?"

Yang Ruihua joked: "Why else? He must have been beaten by his daughter-in-law!"

"Ms. Jia Zhang, if you don't work now, will you have no food to eat?"

"Ms. Jia Zhang, didn't you often brag about your daughter-in-law not fighting back when you hit her or scolded her? Now do you get beaten by her three times a day and have to wash her feet and underwear?"

"Ms. Jia Zhang, if I were you, I would have kicked Qin Huairu out of the house long ago."

"Jia Zhang now relies on Qin Huairu for her food, clothing, shelter and transportation. Without Qin Huairu, she would probably starve to death. What right do you have to drive Qin Huairu away?"

"That makes sense. She can neither chase Qin Huairu away nor dare to chase Qin Huairu away now."

"As the saying goes, good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil. It's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come yet. Jia Zhang, your hard days are coming. You bullied Qin Huairu before, she will definitely take revenge on you."