Siheyuan starts from the death of Shazhu

Chapter 240 Stop it, you are ransacking the house

Jia and Zhang hold the idea that if we suffer a loss, you will also suffer a loss.

The poor hate the poor.

After being unable to use the Sophora japonica to gain benefits from Auntie, she used the Sophora japonica as a bargaining chip and showed the blood-sucking knife to everyone in the courtyard.

The old drama of crying poor.

Performed in front of everyone.

"I don't want to talk about our family's affairs, but the neighbors also know that Huairu was bullied by that old bastard Yi Zhonghai."

When it's valuable.

Yi Zhonghai is the great master or master Dongxu in the eyes of Jia Zhang.

There is no value anymore.

It’s about whether you can have a house to get married or whether you can have a house for your children and a wife.

What a surprise.

Qin Huairu had no choice.

As the head of the family, Jia Zhang certainly knows.

He could only watch helplessly as Liu Haizhong waved to everyone, and after receiving the order, the neighbors rushed towards Jia's house like devils entering a village.

Long dead.

Liu Haizhong looked around at everyone.

There is no such thing as a house.

Without any choice.

It's a jar full of boiled lard, and there are these pork slices in the lard.

If you guess with your buttocks, you all know what Jia Zhang is going to do.

Is the Jia family poor?

After everyone turned their attention inside.

This is the first of three turns and one ring.

Good guy.

Is this still the Jia family who talks about being unable to open the pot?

That is, some rotten mattresses, tattered quilts, ordinary large teapots and porcelain bowls.

Second, it's not a big deal.

The deaf old lady's house.

sewing machine.

Liu Haizhong thought this was a good opportunity for him to convince the neighbors. After all, the Jia family did not take any of the reasons, so he interrupted Jia Zhang's cry for poverty.

His body felt inexplicably weak.

Jia Zhang, who knew the whole story, couldn't breathe and almost died.

In this huge courtyard house, only three families have sewing machines: Shazhu's family, Xu Damao's family, and Jia's family.

At a time when every household relies on stick noodles and sorghum rice as their staple food, the poor Jia family has only fifty kilograms of white flour and twenty kilograms of rice.

There is no big disaster.

Do you really think that the neighbors have not seen through the nature of Jia Zhang's fear of death?

I also found half a bag of rice. Look at the weight, it weighs about twenty kilograms.

As a result, the Jia family had a large jar of lard and marinated the pork.

Jia Zhang, who used Qin Huairu to talk about things, squeezed out a few tears from her eyes.

This is the Jia family.

When the neighbors are not very wealthy, who would help the Jia family despite the fact that their wife and children are hungry?

Moved to the end.

"The matter of cooking lard in the middle of the night has nothing to do with us. What has to do with us is that we help their Jia family. Compared with the Jia family, the neighbors are the ones who help."

When cooking, even if you put half a spoon in it, the dish will be fragrant and will whet your appetite.

They could only stare and watch as the neighbors moved their Jia's belongings out of the house one by one.

No need to warn her, two young men came out from the crowd and tied Mrs. Jia Zhang to the pillar with three strokes. Some people were even worried that Mrs. Jia Zhang would shout some unpleasant words from her mouth, so they looked at her thoughtfully.

There was a ball of smelly cloth stuffed in his mouth.

Du Nima has a sewing machine, but she still cries that she can't open the pot.

People's eyes.

"I hate that I, a mother-in-law, scolded Huairu and made Huairu angry. I am not worthy of being a mother-in-law."

Jia Zhang's threat is just that.

If the neighbors rushed in and ransacked the house, the reputation of the Jia family for crying out of poverty and pretending to be pitiful would reverberate throughout the courtyard.

They don't even have enough to eat.

This kind of Jia family is all poor, so what kind of family are the neighbors who just save a little bit of white flour to make dumplings for the New Year?

When Yi Zhonghai was here, he held several limited fund-raising activities for the Jia family, but each time it was based on the situation that the Jia family had a major disaster or something happened.

Open the altar lid.

Deliberately obstructing.

"First Master, Second Master, look at what this is?"

There was actually more than half a jar of white noodles inside. Someone estimated the weight and estimated it to be around fifty kilograms.

An unknown helper moved a small, semi-circular jar, two feet high and one foot in diameter, from Jia's house to the courtyard like a treasure.

The neighbors all thought about it.

Who cares that you, Jia Zhang, are an egg?

The last time a donation was made to the Jia family, Liu Haizhong alone in the entire compound paid out twenty yuan.

Bangs in the middle?

Some even pursed their chapped lips, with a hint of envy and greed in their eyes.

fart.

The sound of gasping for air came from people's mouths.

"I said that one time I got up in the middle of the night and smelled the smell of lard in the hospital. I thought it was a dream, and it was the Jia family who secretly cooked lard in the middle of the night."

He became the bastard in Jia Zhang's eyes, and a modified word "老八子" was added in front of him, collectively referred to as the old bastard.

It was fine at first.

The Jia family's wealth exceeded the expectations of the neighbors.

The quarrel lasted for a long time. Instead of asking for donations for the Jia family, the neighbors in the courtyard wanted to drive the Jia family to live in the house of the deaf old lady in the backyard.

The key is to cry for poverty.

"This is our Jia family's house. Even if our Jia family doesn't pay the rent for half a month, it has nothing to do with you. At worst, it will be deducted from our Huairu's salary. If anyone makes trouble for our Jia family, believe it or not, my old lady will die."

In front of you."

It fell into the large tank that was half a man tall.

Is that human being?

There are no secrets in the courtyard house.

Jia and Zhang didn't even recruit.

The person who spoke had a hint of crying in his tone, and there was also a hint of strong anger in it.

in the crowd.

Therefore, Jia Zhang's drama of crying about poverty is completely equivalent to crying in vain.

There was some interest in my heart.

"Whether the Jia family really can't get over the issue, let's speak with the facts."

Neighbors are not stupid.

But it's a haunted house.

When cooking, basically stir-fry without adding any oil. When the rice is cooked, add a few sprinkles of vegetable oil on top.

Live in it.

Qin Huairu took advantage of the opportunity, lowered her mouth to Jia Zhang's ear, and explained the whole story in detail.

There was a sound of swallowing saliva.

In the eyes of a fool, these are crocodile tears.

Inside the jar.

Mrs. Jia Zhang roared loudly, blocked the door of Jia's house, pretended to open her arms, and said harsh words to everyone.

By now.

They thought that the rice noodles in front of them had exceeded their understanding of the Jia family, but when the contents of the jar came into view, they realized that the Jia family's understanding was beyond their reach.

Can you still sleep at night?

In addition, in this era, there are no entertainment projects, everyone is panicking, and everyone in the entire courtyard rushed out.

If you are really hungry, why not sell your sewing machine?

"Master, look what this is?"

"Jia Zhang, please stop crying. I'll say a few words."

One sentence.

It attracted the attention of countless people, who all looked on in excitement.

From the beginning, I had the idea of ​​​​helping the Jia family move.

Now I have the idea of ​​​​investigating the Jia family's family background. I want to find out how much money the Jia family has, how much stuff they have, and why they cry poverty.

(End of chapter)