Chapter 100: Wen San Also Came for a Blind Date

The center of the siheyuan.

It's a bit off track.

From the giant fortune pastry shop to the matter of someone spreading rumors about Yi Zhonghai, when Shazhu realized Yi Zhonghai began suspecting the Jia family mother and son, he hurriedly steered the topic back to the giant fortune pastry shop.

Just point it out.

Otherwise, it's the consequence of speaking too much.

Shazhu grinned and shouted at the Jia family.

"Jia Dame, Jia Dongxu, Qin Huairu, what's the meaning of this? The old lady said it so clearly—wanting to eat your family's giant fortune pastry, you mother and daughter deliberately pretended to be muddy, right? Giving the old lady a piece of pastry—what's wrong with that? How old is the old lady this year? She's got one foot in the coffin already. If she dies tomorrow without having eaten your Jia family's pastry, could your Jia family people rest easy? When a person is about to die, their words are kind—you'd better leave something for the old lady."

The deaf old lady pretending to be deaf.

Her face truly turned green.

People fear death in old age; some, the older they get, the more they want to live, the less they want to hear the word "death"—the deaf old lady is a typical representative of this.

Shazhu kept saying the deaf old lady was going to die, that she couldn't go on living.

The deaf old lady's body was trembling.

From anger.

Shazhu, who knew full well, pretended not to know at all. Over the past half year, through his own observations, he discovered that the deaf old lady was full of mysteries.

For example, this courtyard's ancestor.

For example, the rumor about making shoes.

Too many mysteries await Shazhu to solve.

In my previous life.

The deaf old lady had both kindness and resentment toward Shazhu.

The kindness was locking Louxiaoe and Shazhu in one room, letting Louxiaoe bear Shazhu's child, so the He family wouldn't die out.

The root of the resentment was that from the day the deaf old lady fled from He Daqing, she kept instilling an idea into Yi Zhonghai: you, Yi Zhonghai, shouldn't adopt a child; you should get Shazhu to support you in old age, and in this siheyuan, only Shazhu is suitable to support you, Yi Zhonghai.

For double insurance, the hypocrite insisted Shazhu couldn't marry before Qin Huairu became a widow; in the year Jia Dongxu died, Shazhu was twenty-four or twenty-five.

Being twenty-four or twenty-five and unmarried—surely there's no ghost behind it?

In my previous life, I lived in a daze, just knowing to beat Xu Daming every day until he became infertile, never considering that Yi Zhonghai wouldn't let him marry.

Shazhu's later series of miserable experiences—if you really want to trace the cause, you must start from the deaf old lady.

Reborn in this life.

I don't want to get too entangled with the deaf old lady.

This is the root.

Shazhu doesn't want to be too involved with the deaf old lady, lest his previous life's miserable experiences repeat in this life; by publicly dressing down the deaf old lady, he merely wants her not to come rushing over.

The greedy, gluttonous deaf old lady.

Shazhu can't afford to provoke her.

Even Yi Zhonghai doesn't want to deal with her and wants to toss her out as a burden.

"Can't you, for the sake of the old lady's advanced age and imminent passing?" Shazhu said righteously: "Give the old lady a piece of pastry to eat."

"Ah-choo!"

Jia Zhangshi sneezed, timely and precise, her saliva landing exactly on the remaining pastries, ruining them so they couldn't be eaten.

Disgusting!

This result made Jia Zhangshi very satisfied.

Jia Gui was even more satisfied—this handsome devil grinned, showing his teeth, and the Jia family members eating pastries were instantly frightened stiff on the spot.

How did this person get so ugly?

Just looking at him, it's as if a beast's head is sitting on his neck.

"Jia family woman, the one behind is our son and daughter-in-law, right!"

The people of the siheyuan.

Numb.

Jia Gui's words.

Simply destroys three views.

Our son and daughter-in-law.

Aren't they relatives?

How did they become stepfather?

Shazhu twisted Xu Daming's left lower waist with his hand.

Suddenly in pain, Xu Daming couldn't help but let out a grunt.

When people's eyes fell on Xu Daming, he pouted and said to Jia Gui: "Jia Gui, aren't you a distant relative of the Jia family? How can you call Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu your son and daughter-in-law? Even if you're a relative of that uncle generation, you shouldn't call them that."

"Hehehe." Jia Gui chuckled: "What distant relative? I, Jia Gui, have no blood relation to the Jia family—not a penny's worth. Of course, soon there will be this relation."

"What relation?" Shazhu interjected: "Can't you be Jia Zhangshi's future old husband, making Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu call you stepfather?"

This served as a reminder to everyone.

The terms "son" and "daughter-in-law" truly belong exclusively to parents and fathers.

Some people have already figured out this key point.

Jia Gui is Jia Zhangshi's second man; the giant fortune pastry he's holding is the betrothal gift for proposing marriage; the Jia family ate the betrothal gift—so is this marriage settled? Or not?

The Jia family has something to watch.

"You really didn't say a word wrong—I, Jia Gui, from now on, am Jia Zhangshi's old husband; the Jia family woman behind me, those two, must call me Dad, and it still can't be stepfather."

The most suffering person is Jia Dongxu—his mother, Jia Zhangshi, found him a stepmother without consulting him, and this stepmother is so disgusting; she deliberately chose to arrive with pastries on a Sunday when everyone in the siheyuan neighborhood was around, showing up quietly at the door.

This pastry.

Jia Dongxu suddenly felt it wasn't fragrant anymore, let out a cold snort, turned his head and went back into the room, the room door slammed shut with a loud bang.

"Son." Jia Zhangshi inwardly cried out in dismay, feeling somewhat bewildered, she truly had no intention of remarrying, otherwise she wouldn't have delayed until now, she would have remarried years ago; to prevent Jia Dongxu from overthinking and speculating wildly, Jia Zhangshi hastily explained, "Listen to Mother's explanation, it's not what you imagine."

Qin Huairu said nothing, her white lotus heart secretly stirring with a faint desire to see Jia Zhangshi remarry. Having married into the Jia family for three or four months, she had truly witnessed Jia Zhangshi's wickedness.

Ambition arose suddenly.

If Jia Zhangshi were to remarry, only she and Jia Dongxu would remain in the household; as Jia Dongxu's man, Jia Jia naturally Qin Huairu would have the final say.

"Jia Dongxu, are you giving me this old man this kind of intimidation upon arrival? I don't believe it."

Jia Gui lowered his head and rummaged around for things.

A posture of standing up for Jia Zhangshi and teaching Jia Dongxu a lesson.

Jia Zhangshi, who had been dazed and confused by the inexplicable remarriage matter, upon seeing Jia Gui about to strike her son, transformed into a fierce woman protecting her calf.

Pointing at Jia Gui, she unleashed a torrent of furious scolding.

"Who are you? Does our Jia family's affair concern you? You still want to hit my son? You don't even bother to wash and look at yourself—just your character, and you still want to marry a wife?"

"What do you mean? Are you, Jia old woman, trying to pull up your pants and deny the debt?"

"I really won't admit it."

"Not admitting it? That's not up to you. You've eaten my pastry." Jia Gui glanced sideways at Jia Zhangshi, "If you don't give me an explanation on this matter, I'll go to the street office and accuse you of deceiving me, Jia Gui, into eating your pastry."

Jia Zhangshi felt like dying.

She truly didn't know this was Jia Gui's matchmaking pastry.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have eaten it.

One box of pastry.

Drag me down with you.

This deal is a bit of a loss.

"Go ahead and report me, I old woman still won't believe it—this matter has no place for my old woman to reason." Jia Zhangshi, after throwing a harsh sentence at Jia Gui, turned her face and began cursing Xu Damu, "Xu Damu, you turtle bastard, extinct line, look at what you've done—you're trying to drive my old woman to death."

No element of fraud.

Jia Zhangshi spoke the plain truth.

This little drama won't take long before it spreads far and wide.

By then, Jia Zhangshi's old face will be thrown into the Pacific Ocean.

Widowed for a lifetime.

After her son's marriage.

Caused a scene over the remarriage drama.

"Jia Dame, do you feel guilty saying this? Before eating someone else's pastry, I asked you, asked if you knew or didn't know this person called Jia Gui, you said you knew, that you were distant relatives of the Jia family; now knowing he came to propose, you put the chamber pot on my head—do you think the neighbors are all blind?"

"Stop shouting." Jia Gui let out a roar, "Jia old woman, I just ask you—will you marry or not!"

"Not marrying."

"Not marrying? Then you must compensate me for the pastry. If you don't want to compensate me for the pastry, you must marry me." Jia Gui's twisted logic, nearly bent to his buttocks, "I know what you're worried about—nothing more than having been a widow for over ten years, this sudden remarriage makes you feel ashamed. Let me, Jia Gui, say: this worry of yours is nothing but taking off your pants to fart—purely unnecessary. I am surnamed Jia; you were called Jia Zhangshi before; if you remarry me, you'll still be called Jia Zhangshi—either way, it's the same name, equivalent to not remarrying at all. Your son—whether you call his dead father Jia Dad or call me Jia Dad, it's all the same father. So go ahead and remarry boldly."

"Nonsense—how does it become Jia Zhangshi? And Jia Dad? Jia Gui? I tell you, no money, no pastry, nothing at all."

"So you ate my pastry for free?"

"Does this pastry have your name written on it?" Jia Zhangshi unreasonably, "Your pastry, Jia Gui—how did it end up in my old woman's hands?"

"I wasn't holding the pastry. If you don't marry me, I'll hold the pastry; if you still don't marry me, then this box of pastry I bought is for nothing." The Jia household shouted, saying they'd go file a complaint, "Wait, I'm going to find the Street Office Director Wang right now."

Without waiting to move.

Director Wang brought Wen San into the Siheyuan.

Shazhu's attention wasn't on Director Wang at all, but was drawn to Wen San following behind Director Wang; borrowing an old saying, today's Wen San feels like a person.

One doesn't visit the Three Treasures Hall without cause.

Could it be that Director Wang received Xu Damu's application letter on behalf of Jia Zhangshi, and specially brought Wen San to court Jia Zhangshi?

They all gathered together.

"Director Wang, you've finally come—I, Jia Gui, have a belly full of grievances, I'm reporting to you, you must give Jia Gui justice."

"Jia Gui, why are you feeling wronged?"

"Director Wang, it's like this." Xu Damu, glared at by Shazhu, voluntarily began recounting the whole story to Director Wang.

Generally speaking.

It's all the widow causing trouble.

"Jia Gui, you say you came with pastry in hand to propose to Jia Zhangshi?"

Director Wang was completely confused.

Is this Jia family old widow really that popular?

Within one day.

Actually, two old bachelors came to court Jia Zhangshi.

First Jia Gui.

Then Wen San.

"Who says no? I specially bought Jufude's pastry, the Jia family old woman ate my pastry and refuses to admit it—she's not bullying me, Jia Gui, she's bullying you, Director Wang."

"Director Wang, since Jia Gui insists on marrying Jia Zhangshi, I, Wen San, will forget it—I think being single is fine, eating my fill and the whole family not hungry; otherwise, you could consider An Jiahe too—An Jiahe is one year older than me."

Wen San isn't unwilling to marry.

Upon seeing Jia Zhangshi's demeanor.

He knows Jia Zhangshi is a fierce tigress; her son has already married a wife, and if trouble arises later, Wen San will surely suffer.

The people of the siheyuan.

Numb.

Since today is Jia Zhangshi's big day, the matchmaking candidates have been appearing one after another—first Jia Gui, then Wen San. In terms of looks, Wen San is far superior to Jia Gui.

"Director Wang, what on earth is going on? Is my old woman still alive or not?"

Director Wang, full of confidence.

Feeling that his mind isn't up to the task.

Ever since he discovered the widow remarriage application form filled out by Jia Zhangshi in his own office, he has been inexplicably elated.

On one hand, people now have this remarriage option.

On the other hand, Jia Zhangshi's remarriage would contribute to Director Wang's achievements.

In the surrounding several streets, only Director Wang's district received Jia Zhangshi's proactive remarriage application; in other districts, street workers had to go door-to-door to do ideological work, only to be scolded in return.

Director Wang wants to hold up Jia Zhangshi as an advanced model of proactive widow remarriage. He has several bachelors under him who have never married—Wen San, An Jiahe, Zhao Hongjiang, etc.

In Director Wang's mind, whether Wen San marries Jia Zhangshi or Jia Zhangshi takes Wen San as a son-in-law living in her home, it would be beneficial to both parties with no drawbacks.

With someone to take in Wen San, he can have a hot meal after work, and the Jia family also gains a helper—life naturally improves.

That's how today's event of bringing Wen San for a matchmaking visit came about.

A stern rebuke.

Jia Gui also came to court Jia Zhangshi, but seeing this situation, or rather, Jia Gui suffering a loss.

"Jia Zhangshi, you ask me, I ask you back—how did your widow remarriage application form end up on my desk?"

Widow remarriage application!

And he filled it out proactively!

What the hell kind of nonsense is this?

"Director Wang, my old woman can't read or write—she doesn't know a single character. How could she have filled out the widow remarriage application?"

Jia Zhangshi feels like she's turned into Dou E.

This big hat is being placed on her.

Her head hurts.

The siheyuan has fallen into a strange, inexplicable eeriness.

Countless people are bewildered.

Jia Zhangshi being illiterate is common knowledge among the residents of the siheyuan.

An illiterate old woman proactively wrote a remarriage application—however one thinks about it, it feels suspicious.

"Aunt Jia, what you're saying is wrong."

Shazhu stepped forward.

The situation has developed to this point.

No matter what, he must add a bit of firewood.

"You may be illiterate, but that doesn't mean you didn't write this application. The city is full of educated people—couldn't you find someone to help you write it? I know why you won't admit it: you saw Jia Gui come first, then Wen San, you ate Jia Gui's snacks, Jia Dongxu gave you a cold look, you felt embarrassed, so you made up the excuse of being illiterate to deny this fact."