Yes, although the furniture is gone, she still has Wang Dasha.
As long as you are diligent and capable, you can always get rich with your hands.
As long as the two of them work together for seven or eight years, they will definitely be able to save a pension.
Also, poverty is considered an honor these days.
Wang Dasha's family has only four walls, which is exactly an advantage.
Jia Zhang believes that with his own abilities, he can turn this advantage into material benefits.
There are so many families in the alley, why can't they help our Wang family?
and.
Wang Dasha might even be able to let her have a child.
Although Jia Zhang has a grandson named Bangge.
But how can a grandson have a son?
Besides, BangGeng has been raised crookedly.
At a young age, he needs money to make him awesome.
He turned into a white-eyed wolf and was completely unreliable.
Qin Huairu is not of the same mind as her now, and will definitely not support her in her old age in the future.
Jia Zhang can only be a lonely person.
Thinking about it this way, living with Wang Dasha is not unacceptable.
Jia Zhang looked at the empty room and kept comforting herself so that she could accept the current situation.
It's just that Wang Dasha married a beautiful girl and seems to have no interest in picking up rags.
The whole morning, I stayed in bed with Jia Zhang.
Although Wang Dasha is old, he is as strong as an ox, and he plows the fields with great enthusiasm.
I was busy until noon, when I felt my stomach growling, so I stopped.
"Cuihua, it's almost noon. Go down and cook. There are still two taels of stick noodles in the noodle vat. Make some porridge."
Jia Zhang pursed her lips and said, "I'm exhausted too. You can do it yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a "pop" sound, and Jia Zhang received a slap in the face.
I saw Wang Dasha grabbing Jia Zhang by the collar like an angry bull.
"I paid to marry you just to make you work. Go and cook for me!"
"From today on, cooking, washing clothes, sweeping the floor, and washing my feet are all your jobs!"
"If you dare to push back and forth again, I'll see if I don't take care of you!"
Only then did Jia Zhang remember that the old man in front of her was a master who liked to take action. She shivered with fright, got dressed, and came to the kitchen.
It's said to be a kitchen, but it's actually located not far from the bed, with a coal stove.
The bottom of the coal stove was broken and cracked, and there were several cracks on it. It must have been discarded by others and picked up by Wang Dasha.
Although Jia Zhang is not very good at cooking, she can still make stick noodle porridge.
Pour in water, and after the water boils, pour in the stirred corn noodles.
It’s just that there are very few stick noodles. Even if they are boiled into gruel, it is only enough for one person.
After the stick noodle porridge was cooked, Wang Dasha picked up the bowl and ate it without hesitation.
At this time, Mrs. Jia Zhang's stomach was growling, she swallowed, and asked with a smile: "Dasha, do you have any food at home? It's best to have meat or eggs. I'll make some myself, so I don't bother you." .”
Wang Dasha wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stared wide-eyed: "Meat, eggs? What are you thinking about? I haven't eaten that stuff in years."
Wang Dasha's words made Mrs. Jia Zhang feel cold. She said a little unwillingly: "White-flour steamed buns are also fine. They can be eaten even if they are baked on a coal stove."
"White-flour steamed buns? Do you think you are the leader's wife? The little food we had at home has been sold by me long ago in order to get married."
"Then, what should I eat? You can't starve me to death!"
Jia Zhang searched around the house and found no food, not even sweet potatoes.
At this time, Wang Dasha had finished eating and handed the rice bowl to Jia Zhang: "See? There are still a lot of residues in the bowl. There is hot water in the thermos. You can boil it with hot water and make a meal." When I pick up the cardboard tomorrow, I will go to the grain station to buy food."
Looking at the dark enamel bowl, Jia Zhang almost vomited.
The enamel bowl hadn't been cleaned for an unknown amount of time. It was covered with black spots and there was thick dirt on the bottom of the bowl.
Jia Zhang's expression made Wang Dasha feel that his self-esteem was challenged.
He put the bowl in front of Jia Zhang with a snap.
"Zhang Cuihua, let me tell you, this bowl has been with me for decades. It accompanied me through the hard years. Before liberation, I relied on it to survive. If you look down on it, you look down on me. You can follow me now It apologizes.”
Apologizing to a bowl is the most ridiculous thing Jia Zhang has ever heard of.
Even if I apologize, can Wan understand it?
Jia Zhang subconsciously wanted to laugh out loud.
But seeing that Wang Dasha had rolled up his sleeves, Jia Zhang immediately stopped smiling.
At this time, she had already remembered that Wang Dasha would become insane intermittently.
There is no doubt that Wang Dasha is ill now.
Mr. Jia Zhang has been showing off his words all his life, and he has never seen anything like this.
But facing a strong madman, she had no choice.
What's more, this madman is still her husband.
Jia Zhang was frightened by Wang Dashu, so she could only grit her teeth, walk to the bowl, and bow deeply.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you. I'm so sorry."
"That's pretty much it, now it's your turn to eat!"
Wang Dasha laughed, picked up the thermos bottle, poured some water into the bowl, and handed it to Jia Zhang.
Jia Zhang felt nauseated when she looked at the dark stuff inside, but she could only hold her nose and swallow it.
Despite this, Jia Zhang still did not regret marrying Wang Dasha.
Until the afternoon, several people came in from outside. They all took IOUs and asked Wang Dasha for a loan.
Those IOUs totaled more than one hundred yuan.
After sending those people away, Jia Zhang asked Wang Dasha cautiously: "Dasha, why do you owe so much money?"
Wang Dasha glared at her dissatisfied: "Isn't it just to marry you? I borrowed this money for you, so of course you have to pay it back. I'm exhausted and need to sleep for a while. You washed my clothes." By the way, that dress has been with me for more than ten years, and it is also my old friend. You must not rub it into pieces, or I will make it look good on you!"
Mrs. Jia Zhang looked at the colorless cotton-padded jacket and felt like crying.
The debt is more than 100 yuan, when will it be paid off?
Mrs. Jia Zhang had never worked in her life. When Lao Jia was still alive, it was Lao Jia who took care of her.
Lao Jia died, and it was Qin Huairu who took care of her.
It can be expected that in the near future, it will be the turn of the awesome wife to serve her.
She exerted more strength today than she has ever exerted in her entire life.
She came to Wang's house to enjoy herself, not to be a nanny for the old man.
However, Jia Zhang's rogue behavior was of no use in front of the even more rogue Wang Dasha.
It is conceivable that if she continues to stay in the Wang family, her life will definitely not be easy.
In this case, it is better to leave.
When Mrs. Jia Zhang heard Wang Dasha snoring, she quietly escaped from the house.
When she came outside and looked at the busy traffic on the road, Jia Zhang seemed to have come to life again and walked towards the courtyard.
In Jia Zhang's view, even if she and Wang Dasha obtained a marriage certificate, she was still the mistress of the Jia family. Everything in the Jia family belonged to her. Qin Huairu had to let her go back even if she was unwilling.
Daqianmen is more than ten miles away from the Siheyuan. Jia Zhang was tortured at Wang Dasha's house. After walking for a while, her legs started to feel sore.
There is a bus to the Siheyuan here, but all the money from Jia Zhang's body was confiscated by Wang Dasha, and she had no money to buy a bus ticket.
She saw a tricycle parked on the side of the road, and the person riding the tricycle was a middle-aged uncle.
Mrs. Jia Zhang waved: "How much does it cost for a tricycle to go to South Tongluo Lane?"
A middle-aged uncle came over on a tricycle: "For seven or eight miles, just give me 10 cents."
Jia Zhang didn't bargain, she just sat down on the back of the tricycle and said, "Okay, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
"Okay, sit down."
The middle-aged uncle rode his bicycle and drove quickly to the courtyard. Under the guidance of Jia Zhang, he parked the tricycle at the entrance of the courtyard.
Jia Zhang got out of the car, seemed to have forgotten something, turned around and ran into the courtyard.
The middle-aged uncle had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed her: "Hey, old lady, you haven't paid for the car yet!"
"Hey, look at my memory, it's only 10 cents!" Jia Zhang didn't have any money, so after pretending to look for it, she smiled awkwardly: "Look at me, I'm leaving in a hurry today, I forgot You have brought the money, so be it, you wait for me here, I will go back and get it for you, my daughter-in-law is a big man in the courtyard, she will definitely not miss you this little money."
Mrs. Jia Zhang originally planned to take the opportunity to leave and never return. She, Mrs. Jia Zhang, took the bus to give the driver face, so why did she need to spend money? ridiculous!
It is a pity that Jia Zhang has a criminal record.
The middle-aged uncle had lost trust in her at this time and grabbed Jia Zhang to prevent her from leaving.
"Comrade, this is hard-earned money, you can't cheat!"
"Hey, hey, you are really ridiculous. When you were riding your bike just now, you deliberately picked up a puddle and walked away. My old lady's back injury was even caused by you. I didn't ask you to settle the score, and you still want money? "
This was the first time for the middle-aged uncle to meet someone like Jia Zhang. He immediately became angry and shouted: "Are you trying to be a rogue?"
Jia Zhang is the best at playing rogue. He tilted his triangular eyes and said, "I saved your life just now on the way, do you know?"
"help me?"
Jia Zhang snorted coldly: "Think about it, if I had jumped out of the car just now, would you have been arrested by the police station?"
"Ah? What does your jumping off the bike have to do with me, a cyclist?"
Jia Zhang said: "How come it doesn't matter? As a coachman, you have to ensure the safety of the passengers."
The middle-aged uncle was stunned by Jia Zhang's imagination: "You are going to jump out of the car yourself, and I can't stop you. Do I have to tie up every guest who rides in the car with a rope?"
Jia Zhang curled her lips: "That's your problem. Anyway, you have to be responsible. Tell me, did I save your life?"
Jia Zhang thinks he is smart.
But the middle-aged uncle didn't like her at all and grabbed her collar.
"Stop talking to me about this and get the car money out quickly."
"Hey, what are you doing!"
The two of them were tugging at each other.
Banggeng was out all afternoon and came in from outside, still humming a song.
"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the bird is saying morning, morning, morning. Why are you carrying a pack of explosives? I said, grandma."
Seeing Mrs. Jia Zhang, Banggeng trotted over quickly and took Mrs. Jia Zhang's hand with an eager look on her face.
"Grandma, why are you back? Where are the gifts you brought me?"
Before she got married, Mrs. Jia Zhang once told Banggeng that she was going to marry a rich man and would bring gifts to Banggeng when she came back.
When Jia Zhang saw Banggeng, she quickly pulled Banggeng to the middle-aged uncle, pointed at Banggeng and said: "Comrade, I really don't have any money, so it's useless for you to pester me. He is my grandson, I will give him Stay here and go back now to get you money.”
The middle-aged uncle looked at the stick and pointed at Mrs. Jia Zhang: "Kid, is she really your grandma?"
Bangge still didn't know what happened, so he nodded: "Yes, she is my grandma, and she married a rich man."
When the middle-aged uncle saw that Mrs. Jia Zhang had left her grandson here, he didn't think much about it. He waved his hand and said, "Old lady, go back and get the money!"
"Get money? My grandma is married to a rich man, how can she have no money!"
Bangge realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
Jia Zhang had already ran into the courtyard.
She did not go directly back to Jia's house to ask Qin Huairu for money.
Because in that case, Qin Huairu would definitely look down on her.
And he won’t necessarily give her money.
As for Bangge's safety, she is not worried.
There were so many people in the compound, and they could watch Banggeng being taken away.
Isn’t it just a dime!
Who doesn’t have one?
Mrs. Jia Zhang entered the front yard, turned around and ran to the door of Yan Bugui's house.
Through the dim glass, she vaguely saw Yan Bugui at home.
He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Yan Bugui, you wicked and smoking thing, get out of here right now!"
In Jia Zhang's opinion, the reason why she inexplicably married a rag collector and was tortured for a whole day was entirely because of Yan Bugui.
She came to the Yan family to make trouble, firstly to vent her anger, and secondly to demand compensation.
The most important thing for her now is to get a sum of money, otherwise even eating will be a problem.
When Yan Bugui heard Jia Zhang's sharp voice, he couldn't help but said to himself: This Wang Dasha is really stupid. I have told him a long time ago that he must take good care of Jia Zhang. How could he let Jia Zhang slip out? ?
Yan Bugui knew that if he went out at this time, he would definitely be scolded by Mrs. Jia Zhang, so he wanted to shrink his neck and pretend that he was not at home, but Mrs. Jia Zhang's scolding continued and was extremely unpleasant.
"Yan Bugui, did I dig up your ancestral graves? How dare you harm the old woman like this?"
"You have lost your conscience. No wonder your daughter-in-law was snatched away by Li Weidong. No wonder Yan Jiecheng got a heart disease."
"As an old teacher, you dare to lie to me, an old woman. Do you still have the face to teach?"
"Yan Bugui, if you don't come out, I will block your door and won't leave."
The third aunt went to the window to take a look outside, turned around and walked to Yan Bugui, took his arm and said: "Old Yan, you'd better go out. Seeing Jia Zhang like this, she won't give up. If she Everyone in the compound is alarmed, how can we get married after our family is resolved?"
Yan Bugui also knew Jia Zhang's temperament, so he could only open the door and smile at Jia Zhang: "Sister-in-law, happy wedding!"
"Happy, you're so lucky!" Jia Zhang spat out a mouthful of yellow phlegm, which hit Yan Bugui's eyebrows.
The stringy yellow phlegm exuded a strong fishy smell, but it made Yan Bugui sick, so he quickly asked the third aunt to help wipe it away.
(End of chapter)
