Jia Zhang holds the idea of 'if we suffer a loss, you will also suffer a loss'.
The poor hate the poor.
After being unable to use Sophora japonica to gain benefits from Auntie, she used Sophora japonica as a bargaining chip and showed the blood-sucking knife to everyone in the courtyard.
The cliché of crying poor.
Performed in front of everyone.
"I don't want to talk about our family's affairs. The neighbors also know that Huairu was bullied by that old bastard Yi Zhonghai."
When it's valuable.
Yi Zhonghai is the great master or Master Dongxu in the eyes of Jia Zhang.
There is no value anymore.
He became a bastard in Jia Zhang's eyes, with a modified old character added in front of him, collectively referred to as "old bastard".
"It's hateful that I, a mother-in-law, scolded Huairu and made Huairu angry. I'm not worthy of being a mother-in-law."
Jia Zhang, who used Qin Huairu to talk about things, squeezed out a few tears from her eyes.
In Silly Eyes, these are crocodile tears.
By now.
Just guess with your butt, everyone knows what Jia Zhang is going to do.
There was some interest in my heart.
When Yi Zhonghai was here, he held several limited fund-raising activities for the Jia family, but each time it was based on the situation that the Jia family had a major disaster or something happened.
There is no big disaster.
Two is not a big deal.
When the neighbors are not very wealthy, who would help the Jia family despite the fact that their wife and children are hungry.
Bangs in the middle?
The last time a donation was made to the Jia family, Liu Haizhong was the only one who took out twenty yuan in the entire compound.
Therefore, Jia Zhang's drama of crying about poverty is completely equivalent to crying in vain.
The neighbors are not stupid.
Liu Haizhong thought this was a good opportunity for him to convince the neighbors. After all, the Jia family did not take any advantage, so he interrupted Jia Zhang's cry for poverty.
"Jia Zhang, please stop crying. I'll say a few words."
Liu Haizhong looked around at everyone.
"Whether the Jia family really can't reveal the truth or not, let's speak with the facts."
Is the Jia family poor?
As the head of the family, Jia Zhang certainly knows.
If the neighbors rushed in and ransacked the house, the reputation of the Jia family for crying out of poverty and pretending to be pitiful would reverberate throughout the courtyard.
Deliberately obstructing.
His body felt inexplicably weak.
Without any choice.
He could only watch helplessly as Liu Haizhong waved to everyone, and after receiving the order, the neighbors rushed towards Jia's house like devils entering a village.
Qin Huairu took advantage of the opportunity, lowered her mouth to Jia Zhang's ear, and explained the whole story in detail.
Jia Zhang, who knew the whole story, couldn't breathe and almost died.
Good guy.
The quarrel lasted for a long time. Instead of asking for donations for the Jia family, the neighbors in the courtyard wanted to drive the Jia family to live in the house of the deaf old lady in the backyard.
The old deaf lady's house.
But a haunted house.
Live in it.
Can you still sleep at night?
Mrs. Jia Zhang roared loudly, blocked the door of Jia's house, pretended to open her arms, and said harsh words to everyone.
"This is our Jia family's house. Even if our Jia family doesn't pay the rent for half a month, it has nothing to do with you. At worst, it will be deducted from our Huairu's salary. If anyone makes trouble for our Jia family, believe it or not, my old lady will die." In front of you."
There is no such thing as a house.
Jia Zhang's threat is just that.
It’s about whether you can have a house to get married or whether you can have a house for your children and a wife.
Who cares that you, Jia Zhang, are an egg.
Do you really think that the neighbors didn't see through Jia Zhang's true fear of death?
fart.
Long dead.
No need to warn her, two young men came out from the crowd and tied Mrs. Jia Zhang to the pillar with three strokes. Some people were even worried that Mrs. Jia Zhang would shout some unpleasant words from her mouth, so they looked at her thoughtfully. There was a ball of smelly cloth stuffed in his mouth.
Jia and Zhang didn't even recruit.
Qin Huairu had no choice.
They could only stare and watch as the neighbors moved their Jia's belongings out of the house one by one.
It was okay at first.
That is, some rotten mattresses, tattered quilts, ordinary large teapots and porcelain bowls.
Moved to the end.
The neighbors all thought about it.
The Jia family's wealth exceeded the expectations of the neighbors.
sewing machine.
This is the first of three turns and one ring.
In this huge courtyard house, only three families have sewing machines: Shazhu's family, Xu Damao's family, and Jia's family.
Du Nima has a sewing machine, but she still cries that she can’t open the pot.
If you are really hungry, why not sell your sewing machine?
"Master, look what this is?"
People's eyes.
It fell into the large tank half as tall as a man.
There was actually more than half a jar of white noodles inside. Someone estimated the weight and estimated it to be around fifty kilograms.
I also found half a bag of rice. Look at the weight, it weighs about twenty kilograms.
At a time when every household relies on stick noodles and sorghum rice as their staple food, the poor Jia family has only fifty kilograms of white flour and twenty kilograms of rice.
Is this still the Jia family who talks about being unable to open the pot?
Such Jia family are all poor, so what kind of family are the neighbors who only have some white flour saved to make dumplings for the New Year?
in the crowd.
There was a sound of swallowing saliva.
Some even pursed their chapped lips, with a hint of envy and greed in their eyes.
This is the Jia family.
What a surprise.
"First Master, Second Master, look at what this is?"
An unknown helper moved a small, semi-circular jar two feet high and one foot in diameter from Jia's house to the courtyard like a treasure.
Open the altar lid.
After everyone turned their attention inside.
The sound of gasping for air came from people's mouths.
They thought that the rice noodles in front of them had exceeded their understanding of the Jia family, but when the contents of the jar came into view, they realized that the Jia family's understanding was beyond their reach.
Inside the jar.
It's a jar full of boiled lard, and there are these pork slices in the lard.
When cooking, even if you put half a spoon in, the dish will be fragrant and will whet your appetite.
"I said that one time I got up in the middle of the night and smelled the smell of lard in the hospital. I thought it was a dream, and it was the Jia family who secretly cooked lard in the middle of the night."
"The matter of cooking lard in the middle of the night has nothing to do with us. What has to do with us is that we help their Jia family. Compared with the Jia family, the neighbors are the ones who help."
The person who spoke had a hint of crying in his tone, and there was also a hint of strong anger in it.
They can't even get enough to eat.
When cooking, basically stir-fry without adding any oil. When the rice is cooked, add a few sprinkles of vegetable oil on top.
As a result, the Jia family had a large jar of lard and marinated the pork.
The key is to cry for poverty.
Is that human being?
There are no secrets in the courtyard.
In addition, in this era, there are no entertainment projects, everyone is panicking, and everyone in the entire courtyard rushed out.
One sentence.
It attracted the attention of countless people, who all watched in excitement.
From the beginning, I had the idea of helping the Jia family move.
Now I have the idea of investigating the Jia family's family background. I want to see how much money the Jia family has, how much stuff they have, and why they cry poverty.
(End of chapter)
