Chapter 62

Jia Zhangshi returned home with a gloomy face; she herself didn't know what was going on; Yi Daye, who had always been tolerant toward her, how could he be like this.

When Qin Huairu returned home, she told her that Yi Daye had been criticized at the factory and had already been decided to be transferred to the Garbage Disposal Station; from now on, he probably wouldn't be able to help her family.

"How could he, an eighth-level worker, have offended someone?"

Qin Huairu pointed to He Yuzhu's home.

"No way, we're both in the same Courtyard House, He Yuzhu actually went all out." Jia Zhangshi didn't quite believe it, "Our two families aren't on good terms either; will he strike out against you again?"

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes big time; she herself had gone to the Street Cleaning Squad, yet he still had to deal with her—any further down and he'd only be a temporary worker.

Regarding Yi Daye's predicament, Qin Huairu still kept it in mind; she differed from Jia Zhangshi on this point—Jia Zhangshi considered anyone who gave her something as her mother, as long as she got fed.

Qin Huairu focused her attention on Yi Daye.

Although the family was so poor they were almost falling apart, Qin Huairu still took out some pickled vegetables and carried them to Yi Daye's home, ignoring Jia Zhangshi's muttering at home.

"Yi Daye, this is my pickled vegetables, try some." Qin Huairu asked with some concern, "Do you and He Yuzhu still have a chance to reconcile? Continuing like this will only hurt both sides."

"Sigh, if only He Yuzhu were as sensible as you."

Qin Huairu told Yi Daye, "Why don't I go talk to them?" Although she herself was already in the same situation as Yi Daye at He Yuzhu's place, she felt Wen Xiuxiu was still a reasonable person.

Despite her excellent skills, she had never bullied the weak.

"You're both women; you should have a common language—go talk." Yi Daye sighed, "Actually, I don't hold much hope either; how could such a thing change overnight?"

Qin Huairu rushed out; if Yi Daye fell, her family would probably really be finished—this required even more attention than her own family's affairs.

Inside the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, Wen Xiuxiu and Yu Shui were inspecting the newly arrived goods, checking how many were damaged; unlike before, these damaged items wouldn't be returned but sold at a discount.

This is also why sales clerks are so popular—you can buy cheap goods.

"These sugar lumps have gotten moist; they'll be sold a bit cheaper later." Wen Xiuxiu pointed to the items she'd found, "The rest should be charged to the account."

"Really, early arrival is no match for timely arrival." Qin Huairu looked at the sugar lumps, "I'd better buy more."

Yu Shui looked at Qin Huairu, full of suspicion—with the Qin family's meager finances, what sugar could they buy? They couldn't even bear to use saccharin.

This is another sucker they've found.

"Yu Shui, your brother is still capable—he got you a job as a sales clerk." Qin Huairu said while sizing up Wen Xiuxiu carefully.

They were about the same height, with a pair of almond-shaped eyes—not as nice as her own, skin also somewhat dark, not as delicate as hers; before joining the Street Cleaning Squad, there was no need to compare.

Her legs were thicker than hers, her waist also thicker—she must be of a large-boned build.

"What is Qin Huairu coming here to buy?" Wen Xiuxiu felt a hint of contempt in her eyes.

"I'm not buying anything; I mainly want to advise you not to let He Yuzhu keep doing this." Qin Huairu found a seat for herself, "You all need to talk to him properly."

Qin Huairu told them, "Although He Yuzhu is a leader, he still lives in the Courtyard House—treating neighbors like this, aren't you afraid people will talk? Not even sparing your own neighbors, how could you possibly treat workers well?"

When more people say this, the factory will surely have opinions, and he will definitely be punished.

Wen Xiuxiu glanced at Qin Huairu, feeling her words made some sense; there's an idiom: "many mouths can melt gold, accumulated criticism can destroy bones."

Could it be that He Yuzhu's current actions are wrong?

Then, as her fiancé, I must definitely talk to him.

"What neighbors? Those are workers who made mistakes; if they didn't make mistakes, my brother wouldn't report them—so ultimately it's still their fault."

"If you dare to do it, you dare to bear the responsibility!"

Qin Huairu hadn't realized how sharp Yu Shui's tongue was; after pondering, she continued: "Some indeed made mistakes, but there are still those who didn't—like Yi Daye, a person of high moral standing; how could he be transferred to the Garbage Disposal Station?"

People like Yi Daye—Yu Shui had long been tired of them; they looked fine, but it wasn't chaff from others' generosity; when had she ever contributed?

"How could Yi Daye have no mistakes? His errors are the biggest, and he's a moral corrupt element in the factory—this has long been recognized by the factory; you're even more formidable than the factory."

Qin Huairu said this was all a misunderstanding; Yi Daye had deducted money from them and their sibling, but it wasn't because they were young—if it weren't for the money they had saved back then, they couldn't live as they do now.

We should thank Yi Daye.

Unfortunately, life doesn't allow for suppositions—what's deducted is deducted.

Judging by actions, not intentions.

"Alright, don't say anything more; people like Yi Daye aren't worth our pleading." Wen Xiuxiu said bluntly, "You're not exactly a good person either—otherwise, when He Yuzhu comes back later, he'll just mock you."

Before Wen Xiuxiu finished speaking, He Yuzhu returned on his bike; he had been contacting something outside today, so he came back a bit late.

"What are you doing here again, plotting something?"

Yu Shui had already explained everything.

"Fine, I didn't expect you to meddle so much, but I never listen to others—don't waste your effort; when you have time, just figure out how to get something to eat."

"And Yi Daye has been good to you; now that he's unable, it's time for you to repay his kindness—everyone's watching."

Qinhuai District returned home and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets, she planned to use this Yi Daye matter to improve her reputation a bit, so she could also gain fame in the Courtyard House.

This is probably what they call "not being able to catch the wolf because you're unwilling to sacrifice the child."

"Qin Huairu, are you not planning to live your life anymore? This home is the Jia family's; it's not your place to interfere." Jia Zhangshi blocked the doorway, "What do you want to do with that money?"

"Yi Daye is in a bad mood; I plan to buy him a bottle of wine."

"His bad mood, what does that have to do with you?" Jia Zhangshi's face darkened furiously, "What do you mean by doing this? With that money, buy me something tasty—some pig ears, and some lamb."

Qin Huairu took a deep breath; Jia Zhangshi has no brains at all—if we don't help now in the snow, will Yi Daye still help our family in the future?

She didn't take to heart the lessons from He Yuzhu's place.

"If you can't seduce the young and now want to seduce the old, I won't let you do that."