Chapter 440: Shazhu, lend my old lady a thousand

Why borrow money from Shazhu, who isn't on good terms with the Jia family?

Because Jia Zhangshi believes Shazhu has money.

Can you buy several houses without money?

She isn't worried that Shazhu won't lend her money; she even made a backup plan: first ask Shazhu for a loan, if he lends money to the Jia family, the house issue is settled; if Shazhu says he has no money or claims he spent it all buying a house, Jia Zhangshi will steer the conversation to Shazhu's houses.

Very shameless.

If you won't lend me money, then lend me your house.

Under the guise of neighborly relations, they're doing something that wants to bleed Shazhu dry.

As for Shazhu turning against her?

Jia Zhangshi isn't the least bit worried.

What status do I have?

What reputation does the Jia family have?

Damn it.

Shazhu arguing with her is tantamount to lowering his standing.

She voiced her idea to Qin Huairu, who immediately became doubtful; since she moved into the Siheyuan, Shazhu has had little contact with the Jia family—these are kind words; harsh words would mean they never interact again. In recent years, Qin Huairu has even schemed against Shazhu.

Both sides have become enemies.

Even if he has money.

Shazhu still wouldn't lend.

Jia Zhangshi also agrees with Qin Huairu's idea; it's not like there's no alternative—the neighbors in the Siheyuan are all pooling money to buy houses, and if the Jia family wants to avoid being evicted, they can only pin their hopes on Shazhu.

Treat a dead horse as if it were alive.

He just opened his mouth.

Make a fuss.

What if it succeeds?

Upon saying that,

Qin Huairu didn't stop her.

Jia Zhangshi left her home and headed toward Shazhu's house.

Just as she entered the door,

Before she could state her purpose, Shazhu shoved her out of his house in one motion.

He gave her no face at all.

In fact,

Given the relationship between the two families, there's no need to give Jia Zhangshi any face.

Seeing Shazhu push her out, Jia Zhangshi flared up, shouting angrily at Shazhu: "You damn Shazhu, you actually shoved my old lady right out of the house—we're neighbors, is that necessary?"

"As for it, I find you ill-omened, you've frightened my child."

Shazhu retorted with a sentence.

His following words weren't exaggerated; when Jia Zhangshi entered, her five-year-old son started crying, tears welling up as he hid behind Yu Li.

"Even if it's bad luck, you can't shove my old lady—she's your elder."

Realizing she was in the wrong, seeing Shazhu glare at her with a displeased expression, she momentarily lost her urge to cause a scene; she could only adopt the airs of an elder, accusing Shazhu of not knowing how to respect the elderly.

Shazhu was slightly taken aback.

He always felt that Jia Zhangshi before him bore a resemblance to the former Moral Heavenly Venerable Yi Zhonghai.

This moral coercion tactic is also Yi Zhonghai's usual routine.

Could it be that Jia Zhangshi is evolving into Yi Zhonghai?

He let out a cold snort from his mouth.

"Jia Pozi, I've told you many times: you really remember to eat but not to get beaten. You're surnamed Jia, I'm He; we're just residents of the same courtyard. What right do you have to act as my elder? Even if you truly want to be my elder, you'd have to ask my He family ancestors whether they'd agree."

"Shazhu, I'm not going to quarrel over these useless things; my old lady came to you for just one matter: lend her a thousand dollars."

Shazhu was completely bewildered.

Is Jia Zhangshi crazy?

She showed up out of nowhere and immediately demanded a thousand dollars.

Whether there's money or not, whether to lend or not, that's later; the key is you need to recognize yourself—if you're borrowing, you must have the demeanor of someone asking for a loan.

Shazhu has lived these many years.

This is the first time he's encountered someone like Jia Zhangshi, who comes to borrow money with an overbearing attitude, acting like she's his ancestor—anyone with less than two catties of donkey urine in their brain couldn't have such an idea.

He actually laughed out of anger.

The onlookers around, watching the spectacle, were all dumbfounded, staring at Jia Zhangshi as if she were a rare sight.

"Jia Zhangshi, I didn't catch what you said; please repeat it—what exactly are you looking for Master He to do? Say it again so we can all hear."

"Borrow money." Jia Zhangshi's voice, righteous and confident, echoed in everyone's ears: "The Jiēdào hasn't rolled out that policy where paying a certain amount once gets you the house; everyone's trying to scrape together funds, we have no money, yet we can't be homeless—after thinking it over, only Shazhu has money; not borrowing much, just a thousand."

Jia Zhangshi's tone.

Very contemptuous.

To her, a thousand is as trivial as a single hair on nine oxen.

She doesn't even think about it.

With a monthly wage of forty, a thousand requires two and a half years of saving without eating or drinking; she clicked her lips.

Borrow a thousand.

She really dares to speak up.

"Do you think I'll lend it to you?"

"Why not lend it?" Jia Zhangshi acted as if lending money to our Jia Family was obviously you doing a good deed, "You lend money to our Jia Family, and our Jia Family will remember your kindness, go out and promote you, so everyone knows there's a warm-hearted Shazhu in the Siheyuan— isn't that great?"

"Jia Pozi, give up on this idea; even if I had money, I wouldn't lend it. With so many neighbors in the Siheyuan, I could lend to anyone— why must it be your Jia Family? Do you really think our relationship is beyond words? You ask for a thousand bucks right off the bat, and besides, I don't have any money now."

"If you have no money, then lend us your house." The persistent Jia Zhangshi pulled out her backup plan: "The old lady's house in the rear courtyard, you buy it; the house of Yi Zhonghai in the central courtyard, you also buy it; the house of the Old Yang family next door, you buy it too. Since you can't live in these houses anyway, leaving them empty is wasteful— a house must have occupants. My Jia Family will freely boost your popularity; this is a good thing, hard to find even with a lantern, and it's a bargain for you, Shazhu."

The surrounding neighbors were all stunned by Jia Zhangshi's shameless remarks.

I've seen shameless people before.

I've never seen someone as shameless as Jia Zhangshi.

He's just a complete bastard.

"Jia Pozi, go back and sew a few quilts, have a good dream— in your dreams you can have anything."

No money lent.

Won't lend the house.

It's tantamount to cutting off all the Jia Family's escape routes in the Siheyuan; Jia Zhangshi was so angry she could barely catch her breath, nearly dying from fury— how can Shazhu be so obstinate? He claimed he's so pitiful, yet he remains unmoved.

A cold-blooded beast.

"Shazhu, do you understand respecting the elderly and loving the young?"

"I understand respecting the elderly and loving the young, but that doesn't include your Jia Family."

Jia Zhangshi perhaps wanted to provoke Shazhu into hitting her, so she could extort some money, and she kept shouting, saying whatever nasty things, whatever would provoke people, she'd say it.

Shazhu was furious.

This Jia Zhangshi really deserves a beating.

He stepped forward toward Jia Zhangshi.

Seeing Shazhu stride toward her, Jia Zhangshi secretly felt a bit pleased, but she still shouted hoarsely: "Shazhu, you little bastard, what do you want? I, the old woman, have laid down my words— if you dare touch a single hair of mine, I won't let it go. You don't even need to ask around; I, Jia Zhangshi, am someone— back when Long Laotaitai was around, I didn't even take her to heart."