Siheyuan starts from the death of Shazhu

Chapter 292 Qin Huairu and An Jiahe

Author: super crazy mosquito

Just a few taels of dispensable pork.

It's not Jia Zhang's ultimate goal. She mainly goes for An Jiahe and wants to turn An Jiahe into a Yi Zhonghai who is not Yi Zhonghai.

The Jia family was really at the end of its rope.

During this time.

Don't say anything in fear.

Still can't eat well.

Mrs. Jia Zhang dreamed many times about the good life of the Jia family when Yi Zhonghai was still alive. They had one meal of meat dishes every three days and one meal of white flour steamed buns every two days.

Qin Huairu is a widow.

An Jiahe is a bachelor without a wife.

About the same age.

If the two of them get together, something might really happen.

Jia Zhang is taking double insurance for herself.

Instead of Qin Huairu finding out that Jia Zhang was defrauded of all their money and remarrying angrily, it would be better for Jia Zhang to help Qin Huairu find a man to marry who can help the Jia family.

It's best to get there before Qin Huairu knows the truth.

In this case.

Jia Zhang seemed to have seized the initiative in the matter.

An Jiahe lived in the Jia family's original house.

Think about it.

Is there any better candidate than An Jiahe?

Derived from these considerations.

Only Mrs. Jia and Zhang could use words to urge Qin Huairu to help An Jiahe!

…

Qin Huairu followed Jia Zhang's instructions and came to An Jiahe's house.

Even though the door is open.

She knocked with her hand anyway.

I just moved here, so I have to leave a good impression.

"Who is it?"

"My name is Qin Huairu, a neighbor in the courtyard. I used to live in this house."

"What's up?"

An Jiahe appeared in front of Qin Huairu.

Look at the person in front of you.

Qin Huairu chuckled.

An Jiahe's fair and fair face, but he didn't know when, there was a little black pot ash, which made his whole person look a little silly and cute.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." Qin Huairu pointed at the pot ashes on An Jiahe's face, "You have pot ashes on your face, what are you doing."

An Jiahe raised his arms.

I wiped my cheek with my sleeve.

Originally there was only a line of black ash from the pot, but under An Jiahe's god-like operation, the original area was expanded to countless times. The right cheek was completely black, looking like a tabby cat.

Qin Huairu held back her smile and gave a solution.

"You'd better wash your face with water. The way you wipe it won't clean it at all."

"Thank you." An Jiahe, who had just turned away, quickly turned back, looked at Qin Huairu and said, "Your name is Qin Huairu, and you just said you used to live in this house."

"Yes, yes, our Jia family has always lived in this house. Something happened some time ago, and we moved to the backyard."

"Can I ask you a favor?"

An Jiahe looked at Qin Huairu pitifully.

Qin Huairu's heart.

Jumping around like a deer.

Dare not look directly into An Jiahe's eyes.

Even though Qin Huairu lived for more than thirty years and gave birth to three children, she never knew what love was. The reason for marrying Jia Dongxu was to marry into the city, eat the commercial food in the city, and mostly trade. Following Yi Zhonghai, it was

Because the Jia family treated her badly, Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu looked down upon Qin Huairu and had pure revenge intentions.

An Jiahe's funny scene instantly opened Qin Huairu's heart, which had been closed for a long time, and she felt that An Jiahe was good.

"We are all neighbors in the same courtyard. We meet each other with our heads down and our heads down. You can ask for or not ask for anything. Just say whatever you want."

"What's going on with this pot stove? After lighting the fire, smoke comes out of the stove mouth."

"That's why I'm here." Qin Huairu took the fire pliers from An Jiahe's hand, "It has to be blocked with bricks. If you remove the bricks, the smoke will definitely flow out along the stove mouth."

"It turns out it's about the bricks. Why are my hands so mean? What did I do with them? After all this fuss, I thought they knew how to live in this house."

An Jiahe didn't notice at all.

He was squatting next to Qin Huairu at this time.

The pretty widow of the steel rolling mill was caught in an inexplicable ripple.

Feeling of dry mouth and tongue.

Find Qin Huairu.

Empty hand.

He pinched his thigh.

With the help of this pain, I managed to become more awake.

There was a huge distance between her and An Jiahe. If An Jiahe had his own wife and children, Qin Huairu would not be qualified to live with An Jiahe even if he did not have a wife.

Bad street reputation.

Who wants it.

Qin Huairu estimated that it wouldn't be long before the scandal about her fooling around with others would reach An Jiahe's ears.

What's more, there is an evil mother-in-law named Jia Zhang living in the backyard.

"Comrade An."

"Call my name."

"May I?"

"Isn't your name just for people to call you?"

"An Jiahe, then I'm calling your name. There are a few more things we need to pay attention to." Qin Huairu pointed to several loopholes in the house and said to An Jiahe: "The tiles above are no longer working. I can't find any leaks."

, it’s okay if it rains lightly, but if it rains heavily, you need to put a basin underneath. This glass cannot be wiped hard, it is easy to break. When you get up and go out at night, when the door panel on the left is pushed, you need to use a little force to lift it up.

A little, it is not easy to make a sound, and it will not affect the neighbors’ rest.”

"I see."

"There are two uncles in charge of our hospital. As you know, the first uncle, Liu Haizhong, likes to act in an official manner. The second uncle, Yan Fugui, will not do anything without profit. If you need anything, you can go to them. The opposite is He Yuzhu's house. In the courtyard

He is the official of the steel rolling mill and is in charge of ten canteens. There is also a family in the backyard, the family of Xu Damao, the film projectionist of the steel rolling mill."

"you are a good person."

Qin Huairu's throat.

It's like a stone is blocking it.

Eyes get hot.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

This was the first time since she married into a courtyard house that someone said she was a good person. You know, a courtyard house with hundreds of people and a steel rolling mill with tens of thousands of people.

Whenever someone mentions Qin Huairu, it is usually an idiom modification that refers to being unfeminine.

Being praised.

first.

Qin Huairu, who didn't want to show her cowardly side in front of An Jiahe, excused herself that the room was a little hot, wiped the tears from her eyes with her hands, found an excuse, and ran towards the backyard like a fool.

Return to Jia's house.

Ignore Jia Zhang.

Lying directly on the bed.

Although the excuse Qin Huairu gave was that she felt uncomfortable.

Jia Zhang, who had eaten salt for many more years than Qin Huairu, was still shrewd enough to see through Qin Huairu's little trick, and this was because he had some ideas.

Do you really think that she, Jia Zhang, has never been young?

She started to be a widow at the age of twenty-two and has been widowed until now. In terms of experience as a widow, Jia Zhang has more experience than Qin Huairu.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Don't be afraid that Qin Huairu has no idea about An Jiahe.

It all depends on people.

With her Jia Zhang here, An Jiahe is destined to be a different Yi Zhonghai than Yi Zhonghai.

His eyes fell on the photo of Jia Dongxu on the wall.

He said something secretly.

Son, don't blame mom. Mom can't help it. Mom can't just watch the Jia family break up.