Chapter 291: Transmigrator An Jiahe

For the Jia family.

Jia Zhangshi personally went out.

Under the contemptuous and envious gazes of the neighbors, he came to An Jiahe's home.

Separated by the house door.

Looking at An Jiahe, who was at a loss about household chores, Jia Zhangshi's heart unnaturally felt a faint joy.

Seeing An Jiahe's flustered appearance.

Clearly he hasn't done much housework.

According to the old principle.

Moving and dividing the house is a major matter; one must bring the whole family, at the very least a couple together.

Today is Sunday.

There's no such thing as overtime.

Jia Zhangshi concluded that An Jiahe should have a wife, but for some reason he divorced his wife, or possibly his wife died.

A bachelor man.

A widow woman.

Who stipulated that two people cannot be together?

An Jiahe's appearance gives off a weak, feeble look, especially with the glasses perched on his nose bridge, which adds a scholarly air to An Jiahe.

Such a person.

Easy to manipulate.

If Qin Huairu really married him, the Jia family would gain a diligent donkey, greatly improving the Jia family's living conditions.

Jia Zhangshi now doesn't care whether Jia Dongxu wears a green hat.

Profit is most important.

Also, life is hard.

After marrying Old Jia for a few years, Old Jia died; she raised Jia Dongxu with great effort, thinking she could enjoy blessings, but her son died, leaving the Jia family with one old and one young widow plus three children.

Half-grown children drain the old man.

For Bangeng, she turned a blind eye to some of Qin Huairu's actions, pretending not to see.

Initially, she forced Qin Huairu to get an IUD.

This stems from that consideration.

The Jia family's men die early; relying on Qin Huairu alone to support three children and a mother-in-law, with no extra rations, how can they support these people?

When Yi Zhonghai wasn't dead, Yi Zhonghai was that long-term meal ticket; after the hypocrite died, the Jia family's savings were swindled away completely.

Jia Zhangshi must find a new meal ticket for the Jia family.

For a while, Jia Zhangshi actually wanted to scheme against Shazhu, trying to make Shazhu the Jia family's livestock, but she didn't expect Shazhu to be so shrewd; whenever Qin Huairu sought him, either he would speak up in front of the neighbors in the courtyard, or Yu Li would be present, giving Qin Huairu no opening.

Today two new neighbors moved into the courtyard, making Jia Zhangshi's heart flutter.

Not Liu Jianguo.

Jia Zhangshi also doesn't dare to scheme against Liu Jianguo.

Liu Jianguo is public security; Jia Zhangshi would only have a screw loose to provoke Liu Jianguo's porcelain, she set her sights on An Jiahe.

An Jiahe instantly became a tasty morsel in Jia Zhangshi's eyes.

Laoqianpo's face bore a faint smile, she tried her best to squeeze out what she thought was a kind and benevolent countenance.

"Is Xiao Anzi home?"

Indoors, An Jiahe was thinking about how to do the housework.

He furrowed his brows.

Xiao Anzi.

What the hell is this title?

Sounds almost like a palace eunuch.

Following the voice to the door, he saw a white, plump woman over fifty, standing like a wooden post at his own doorstep, lifting a face like a fat pig, gazing eagerly at him.

Strictly speaking, An Jiahe is not a person of this world; he is a true transmigrator.

Unlike Shazhu.

Shazhu is the kind of person who lived a second life.

Just because he beat his wife, beating her daily in various ways, this matter unknown how it happened, got spread, and people started looking for trouble for An Jiahe.

On the main street, they stopped An Jiahe and warned him fiercely, 'If you dare go home and beat your wife again, I'll beat you to death, you scum, believe it or not.'

An Jiahe, who didn't take the warning to heart, went home and violently beat his wife.

The next day, An Jiahe was blocked midway by a gang of elders, who punched and kicked him brutally; these unscrupulous people then stripped off his clothes and threw him into Beihai Park.

After drinking his fill in the lake, when An Jiahe woke up, he discovered he had come to this world of the 'Qin Mans' Siheyuan.

The street office saw that An Jiahe had not a thread on him, said the address, the Capital City didn't have it, other matters were all over the place, mistakenly thought he was ill, sent him to a mental hospital for two months, discharged a week ago, he kept looking for a place to live, hearing there was an empty room in the Siheyuan, they assigned him to the Siheyuan.

An Jiahe has been transmigrated for over two months, give or take.

The people he encountered.

Most were subhealthy people, with faces showing malnutrition.

Like Jia Zhangshi, such a healthy person.

First time seeing.

In times of scarce supplies, being able to eat so white and plump is practically a miracle.

Out of rarity, he stared at Jia Zhangshi a few more times.

You are Little An of An Jiahe, right? I am Qin Huairu's mother-in-law; the people in the courtyard are used to calling me Jia Zhangshi.

Qin Huairu is the mother-in-law? No, you are Qin Huairu's daughter-in-law, wrong wrong wrong, you are Qin Huairu's mother-in-law.

Right right right.

Jia Zhangshi, who had said 'right' three times, thought she had seen through An Jiahe.

This damn thing is just a clueless idiot.

One moment mother-in-law, the next moment daughter-in-law.

Also good.

Such a person.

Easy to handle.

The more I look, the more I feel An Jiahe is more suited to be the Jia family's donkey than Shazhu.

With An Jiahe's help, the Jia family can get by.

Jia Zhangshi's notion of not being able to get by is different from what everyone imagines.

In everyone's mind, not being able to get by means the Jia family will starve to death; in Jia Zhangshi's imagination, not being able to get by means the Jia family's quality of life declines.

This era.

For the Jia family's five members, the monthly food money is just five or six yuan, barely enough.

Qin Huiru earns twenty-seven point five yuan a month, buying husked barley from the lake mouth; one month's wages are almost enough for the Jia family of five to eat for a little less than half a year.

The neighbors in the courtyard also live like that.

However, the Jia family members have grown accustomed to Yi Zhonghai's benefits, and their appetites have been spoiled.

They always want to eat something good every few days; for that, they shop at high prices on the black market, so this money isn't really enough.

This is one consideration.

The other consideration.

It's about the house.

On the way here, Jia Zhangshi's considerations were more long-term; they only have one room here, with four or five people crammed into one room. The children are small, so they can still barely squeeze in, and it doesn't matter.

After a few years, when the children grow up, squeezing into one room will become somewhat inconvenient.

Bangeng is, after all, a man and has reached the age to marry; they can't possibly have the couple crowd into one room with the Jia family's two widows.

Even pulling up a cloth curtain in the middle wouldn't be convenient.

Originally, Jia Dongxu, because he had no extra room, was rejected by a working woman in the city; with no other option, he went to the countryside and married Qin Huairu, turning himself into the Yagangchang's cuckold hero.

Jia Zhangshi doesn't want the loss her son suffered to be repeated on her grandson, causing the Jia family's tradition of cuckoldry to surface.