Siheyuan: I live next door to Xu Damao, my last name is Cao

Share Originally, everyone thought that Jia Zhang was quite pitiful. After all, being poisoned was something that was heartbreaking just to think about.

In that era of scarce supplies and limited medical conditions, poisoning was like a terrible disaster that could take a person's life at any time.

But now, witnessing this chaotic scene with my own eyes, all kinds of filth were scattered on the ground, some of which had dried up and stuck to the ground like ugly patches; some of which were still emitting heat, mixed with a disgusting smell, filling the entire yard.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong looked disheveled, with messy hair and clothes covered in vomit and stains, like soldiers retreating from the battlefield.

Everyone's thoughts changed 180 degrees in an instant, and they all felt that Jia Zhang had brought this upon herself.

Everyone gathered in twos and threes, looking at the mess before them, their faces filled with helplessness and annoyance. They shook their heads and sighed, whispering about Jia Zhang's stubbornness.

Aunt Li's face was filled with worry, her brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川", and the wrinkles on her forehead seemed like deep ravines carved by the years.

She leaned close to the equally exhausted Zhu next to her, and said with a somewhat complaining tone: "If I had listened to my uncle earlier, it wouldn't have turned out like this and caused so much suffering. Now, everyone is suffering as a result. In order to save her, everyone was busy running around and couldn't take care of their own affairs."

Sha Zhu used his calloused hands to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead. The sweat slid down his arms, dripped onto the dusty ground, and disappeared in an instant.

He nodded in agreement: "That's right, now everyone is suffering. Jia Zhang is too stubborn, and we have been tormented for so long in vain. If she had cooperated from the beginning, there wouldn't have been so many problems."

Then Yi Zhonghai fed Jia Dongxu the golden juice in the same way.

At this time, Jia Dongxu was extremely weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

His face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless, and his lips were chapped and covered with a layer of white frost.

He leaned weakly against the wall, his eyes full of fear and despair, like a wild beast trapped in a trap, helpless and terrified.

He was very resistant in his heart. After all, this was like eating shit. In this courtyard where face was important, if this got out, how would he hold his head up in the future? He would lose face.

When he saw the fierce struggle and chaotic scene when Yi Zhonghai and others fed Jia Zhang the golden juice, it was still vivid in his mind. He thought that even if he struggled, it would be futile. Not only would it be a waste of energy, but it might also make things more difficult for everyone. Why bother with that? It would be better to just eat it honestly.

Yi Zhonghai held the golden juice and walked slowly and steadily. Every step felt like stepping on thick cotton, bringing endless fatigue.

He walked slowly to Jia Dongxu, then squatted down carefully, his knees making a creaking sound due to long-term fatigue.

He tried to make his tone sound gentler, and said softly: "Dongxu, don't be like your mother, who only drinks this golden juice to get well. We are all doing this for your own good, don't make everyone worry about you. Just think about it, if you are always sick, your mother and your wife will be so worried."

Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and nodded slightly. His voice was as weak as a mosquito, almost drowned by the breeze at night: "Uncle, I drink, don't bother."

The neighbors around him all fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Jia Dongxu, as if waiting for the completion of a solemn ceremony that would determine their fate.

Yi Zhonghai carefully handed the golden juice to Jia Dongxu's mouth. Jia Dongxu closed his eyes tightly, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he was gathering up his courage, and then he slowly opened his mouth, an action that seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He swallowed the golden juice with difficulty.

The taste of the golden juice was extremely pungent. As soon as it entered his mouth, it was like a sharp blade, instantly stimulating his taste buds and making his stomach churn like a raging sea.

He suppressed the discomfort and grasped the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands. His nails turned white due to the force and his fingertips trembled slightly, which prevented him from spitting out the golden juice.

After drinking the golden juice, Jia Dongxu's complexion became even uglier. His already pale face now looked like it was covered with a thick layer of frost, lifeless.

He held his stomach, his body shaking slightly, and every tremor seemed to tell of his pain.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and disappearing in an instant, just like his hope at the moment, gradually disappearing in this endless pain.

Everyone looked at him nervously, not daring to breathe, staring at him without blinking, as if time had frozen at this moment, no one knew what would happen next.

Yi Zhonghai patted Jia Dongxu on the shoulder and comforted him, "Be patient. It may be a little uncomfortable when the medicine takes effect, but as long as the disease can be cured, it will be worth it. Just hold on a little longer, and you will get better soon. You are a strong child, you will definitely make it through it."

After a while, Jia Dongxu slowly opened his eyes, which were still bloodshot. Although he was still weak and didn't even have the strength to speak, his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, but his expression seemed calmer.

He looked at Yi Zhonghai and said weakly, "Uncle, thank you. I feel... not so bad anymore."

Yi Zhonghai nodded slightly, a look of relief on his face, his eyes full of concern, his eyes like the warm sun in winter: "That's good, let me observe you for a while, I hope you can get better soon. If you feel uncomfortable, feel free to tell me."

However, just when everyone was slightly relieved, there was movement from Jia Zhang's side again.

Although she no longer had the strength to struggle, and her body lay limp on the ground like a puddle of lifeless mud, she continued to curse. Although her voice was weak, it was full of resentment, and her resentful eyes seemed to be able to eat people, as if everyone present was her sworn enemy.

The second aunt frowned, looked at Jia Zhang, and couldn't help saying, "It's already this time, and she's still scolding, and she doesn't even think about how people are trying to save her. She's really taking our kindness for granted, how could Jia Zhang be so stupid? Everyone is so busy for her, but she doesn't appreciate it at all."

The atmosphere in the yard was still depressing, as if there was an invisible huge stone pressing on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

Although Jia Dongxu drank the golden juice successfully, Jia Zhang's condition was still worrying. The chaos caused by the treatment seemed far from over.

Yi Zhonghai watched all this and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this storm would pass as soon as possible and everyone could return to their previous peaceful lives.

He looked at the people in the yard, his eyes full of fatigue and helplessness, and wondered when this yard would be able to return to its former peace.

What happened in the past few days was like a nightmare, leaving him exhausted.

The poisoning problem of the Jia family members was solved, but the remaining dirty excrement, vomited feces, and the golden juice fed to them were still in a dirty state and needed to be cleaned up.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the mess with a frown on his face. The wrinkles on his forehead seemed enough to pinch a fly to death. His endless worries were hidden in those wrinkles.

He knew that the cleanup job was arduous and difficult, but he couldn't just leave it alone.

He straightened up and cleared his throat. His voice had become hoarse from shouting for so long, and it carried a trace of fatigue and vicissitudes: "Everyone, please lend a hand. If this yard is not cleaned up, it will be uninhabitable. We are all neighbors living in the same yard. Let's help each other and clean up this mess."

Everyone looked at each other, although they were reluctant, after all, this job was dirty and tiring, no one wanted to be covered in filth, but they also felt that it was reasonable to do so, so they nodded in agreement.

Liu Haizhong had just been tortured badly by Jia Zhang, and at this moment his whole body was emitting a disgusting odor. The odor seemed to have seeped into the fibers of his clothes and even penetrated into his pores, making him feel nauseous every time he breathed.

But he thought that he had just put in so much effort and couldn't let down at the end, so he endured the discomfort and was the first to pick up the broom.

As he swept the dirt on the ground, the friction between the broom and the ground seemed to express his dissatisfaction. He muttered, "This Jia Zhang has caused me so much trouble. After I clean up this mess, I have to take a good bath. This night is really the worst bad luck I've ever had."

Every time he swept, he felt a nausea rising up, a sour feeling in his throat, and he couldn't help but dry heave a few times, and his body trembled slightly.

Aunt Li found a worn rag, which still had stains from the past and emitted a faint musty smell.

She began to wipe the vomit that splashed on the wall. Every time she wiped it, the pungent smell went straight into her nose, making her frown. Her face was full of disgust, and her nose was almost wrinkled. "This smell is really unbearable. I don't know what sin the Jia family has committed. How did they get into this kind of thing and implicate everyone."

As she wiped, she stopped from time to time and fanned the air in front of her nose with her hand, trying to dispel the stench, but the smell was like a ghost that could not be shaken off, always lingering around her.

Zhuzi brought a bucket and a shovel from home. The bucket was covered with moss due to long-term use, and the edge of the shovel had been worn and blunt.

He shoveled the dirt on the ground into the bucket one shovel at a time. His forehead was covered with sweat, which kept rolling down his cheeks and wetting his clothes. The clothes stuck tightly to his body, outlining his tired figure.

He panted and said, "This is really not a job for humans. I hope it won't happen again. I'm really exhausted today."

His hands were shaking slightly from the effort, every shovel seemed very strenuous, and the muscles in his arms were sore from overwork.

Xu Damao was originally standing aside, looking as if it had nothing to do with him, with his hands folded across his chest and a hint of gloating on his face, as if he was watching a lively farce.

But he felt a little uncomfortable under the gazes of the crowd. Those gazes were like thorns that pricked his whole body and made him feel uncomfortable. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and join in.

He held a small shovel and very reluctantly cleaned the filth in the corner, complaining: "It's so unlucky. My good life has been ruined by this. Why am I so unlucky to encounter such a thing?"

When he was cleaning, his movements were very perfunctory. Every shovel was like he was completing a task. He stopped from time to time and looked at other people with an impatient look and disgust in his eyes.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the floor gradually became clean. The disgusting filth was cleaned up bit by bit, and the stains on the wall were almost wiped away, leaving only some faint traces, as if telling of the chaos that had just happened.

However, the pungent stench in the air still lingered, as if reminding everyone of the chaos that had just occurred.

The smell seemed to have taken root in the air and could not be dispelled, just like the shadow left by this storm in everyone's hearts, which was difficult to erase.

The second aunt brought basin after basin of water, the water swaying in the basin, reflecting her tired face.

She kept washing the floor, trying to get rid of the smell completely.

While she was busy, she looked at Jia Zhang lying on the ground and Jia Dongxu sitting beside her, and shook her head helplessly: "This family should be more careful in the future and stop making such troubles. Life in this yard can't stand such troubles. If it continues like this, this yard will no longer feel like a home."