Chapter 289: An Jiahe moved into the siheyuan

There's a point.

Jia Zhangshi kept this firmly in mind; she had been swindled out of all her money and wealth, the Jia family being completely penniless must never be let known to Qin Huairu.

Once Qin Huairu knows that Jia Zhangshi gave away the one thousand five hundred yuan, she will surely be very angry.

What Jia Zhangshi fears is not Qin Huairu's anger.

But rather Qin Huairu using anger as an excuse.

Leave the Jia family.

At that time, no one would blame Qin Huairu.

Without Qin Huairu, the Jia family will fall apart.

Anyone can have problems, but only Qin Huairu must be all right.

Jia Zhangshi adopted a delaying tactic, under the condition of not telling the truth, trying to toy with Qin Huairu as much as possible, neither saying she would give nor saying she would not give.

Qin Huairu, who thought she had Jia Zhangshi under control, never imagined that the Jia family had truly reached the point of having no money at all, and still had the attitude that losing a job was losing the Jia family's job.

Time passed under the scheming of the Jia family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.

The deadline for Qin Huairu to leave, set by the Nine Vehicle Workshop, was drawing ever closer, and it seemed only a few days remained.

Qin Huairu, anxious as burning, was about to use words to press Jia Zhangshi when she saw Jia Zhangshi dodge out of the Jia family like avoiding a plague god, without hesitation she strode out after her.

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The central courtyard.

The street office clerk came.

It was Sunday again.

Everyone thought something big was up; the neighbors at home shouted and surrounded the clerk, watching the two people following behind the clerk, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

Scheming came.

Scheming went.

In the end, they ended up making wedding clothes for others.

This scene before their eyes.

Besides new people moving into the siheyuan, what other explanation could there be?

Absolutely not.

The only people unhappy were probably just the Jia family members who had just rushed over.

Recently, the animals in the courtyard, out of self-interest, worked together to drive the Jia family from their original house to the rear courtyard, into the haunted house of Long Laotaitai.

This kindness.

Firmly remembered in the hearts of the Jia family members.

Especially Jia Zhangshi.

She even hated them to the point of her gums itching.

You damned bastards, you too have your day.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people present, Jia Zhangshi would really want to shout to the heavens, 'Heaven open your eyes, you are receiving retribution.'

Do you know what kind of days Jia Zhangshi has been going through lately?

The days of a rat crossing the street.

While trying to please Qin Huairu in every way, they constantly worried that her being swindled out of money would be exposed; Qin Huairu used this as an excuse to remarry, and Bangeng and the others didn't bring anything.

If it weren't for the crowd in the siheyuan who wanted goods driving the Jia family to the rear courtyard to live in a haunted house, Jia Zhangshi would never have gone to find that so-called ghost-catching expert, and then staged a play in which she was swindled out of the full fifteen hundred yuan.

The Jia family also planted the hidden danger of ruin and destruction.

All mistakes, no matter how many, are the fault of those people.

Jia Zhangshi wanted to laugh.

With the idea of poking the neighbors' hearts, Jia Zhangshi brought up whatever topic was closed, deliberately starting to question the office clerk.

"Comrade, are these two young comrades behind me the new residents who just moved into our big courtyard?"

"Using Mrs. Jia's matter as an excuse, I'll briefly say while everyone is here that Comrade Liu Jianguo will move into our big courtyard."

The young person pointed at by the clerk.

Shazhu knew him.

Last time the siheyuan had a murder incident.

This young comrade was the most conspicuous, having entered Long Laotaitai's house countless times and vomited countless times coming out of it.

His name is Liu Jianguo.

Unconsciously, a feeling of discomfort welled up in his heart.

Just like the feeling of a pig rooting for cabbage in one's own vegetable patch.

Particularly gloomy.

In the previous life.

He Yushui married a patrolman; because Shazhu and He Yushui had a bad relationship, hearing people say a word, they said He Yushui's husband was called Liu Jianguo.

The Liu Jianguo before his eyes was about the same age as Yushui.

This damned fate.

"Hello, neighbors, I'm Liu Jianguo, a public security officer of the Red Star Police Station; from today on, we are neighbors in the same courtyard."

He gave a military salute.

"Welcome, Comrade Liu, I am the Head Steward of the great courtyard, I'm Liu Haizhong; if you have any matters, come find me."

Liu Haizhong couldn't forget to show off his title as Head Steward.

No need to even use your brain to think.

A Jiēdào-established Dayuan manager without an official post, proclaiming to help Liu Jianguo handle matters, you bastard don't even take a piss to look at yourself.

Liu Jianguo can't even solve the problem, you, a manager who isn't worth a fart, can you help solve it?

"Elder One, hello."

"Good, good, good."

Liu Haizhong's face was full of smiles.

People also looked at him with great admiration.

It must be that Liu Jianguo's way of addressing him as 'Elder One' pleased Liu Haizhong greatly, making him feel he had gained face before the neighbors.

"This comrade's name is An Jiahe; he's also a new resident of our Big Courtyard. Nothing else, I'm leaving first; the rest, I entrust to you, Liu Haizhong."

Liu Haizhong eagerly agreed, and then watched helplessly as Liu Jianguo moved into Yi Zhonghai's former house, and An Jiahe moved into the former Jia Family house.

Speaking frankly.

The neighbors' expectations of Liu Jianguo far surpassed those of An Jiahe.

A public security officer resides in the courtyard.

That's all.

At least Bangeng will behave for a while.

He won't steal anything again.

Qin Huairu's beating kept Bangeng quiet for over a month; once he could move, the Thief Saint would still steal, though the neighbors wouldn't easily notice.

Those who feel favorably toward An Jiahe are the two widows of the Jia Family.

In Jia Zhangshi's own words, An Jiahe is a weak and feeble middle-aged man, looking about thirty-five or thirty-six, wearing glasses, and at first glance very easy to talk to.

The house they live in belongs to the Jia Family.

This is the opportunity.

Jia Zhangshi was calculating to have Qin Huairu go help at An Jiahe's place; perhaps An Jiahe, seeing Qin Huairu voluntarily helping, would give the Jia Family some pork.

Keeping Qin Huairu occupied is better than her idling and demanding 1500 from Jia Zhangshi.

There's money.

Money talks.

The problem is Jia Zhangshi has no money.

"Qin Huairu, that An Jiahe is just someone living alone; go help him tidy up his place—you won't see each other even if you bow your head, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors; living in a Big Courtyard is fate, and he's also living in the old house of our Jia Family, which is even more affection; we help An Jiahe, and he won't let us help for nothing—no matter what, we'll get some pork from him; when the time comes, we'll mince the pork, mix it with cabbage and carrots, and eat dumplings at night."

Qin Huairu wore an expression of utter disbelief and shock.

Just now, with so many people around, I didn't see An Jiahe carrying any pork.

No pork.

Where does the pork Jia Zhangshi spoke of come from?

Meeting Qin Huairu's bewildered gaze, Jia Zhangshi gave an inscrutable smile.

"Qin Huairu, my mother-in-law's eyes are wrong about everything, except they never mistake eating and drinking— isn't he carrying a washbasin?"

Qin Huairu thought about it.

An Jiahe was indeed holding a heavy washbasin, its contents unseen.

"The pork is inside the washbasin, wrapped in cowhide paper— go on, hurry."