The Prosperous Years of Siheyuan

Chapter 15 Widow Qin borrows food
After leaving the home of deputy factory director Li Huaide, the weather was still sweltering and his body was sticky and uncomfortable. Chen Jisheng moved faster and returned to the courtyard in less than half an hour.

"Are you Xiao Chen?"

As soon as he entered the outer courtyard, a voice from the southwest corner stopped Chen Jisheng in his tracks.

"You are……"

By the light from the wall of the third uncle's house, Chen Jisheng recognized Widow Qin. She had long trousers and short sleeves that should be covered and exposed. She looked like a treasure gourd. She was a favorite among middle-aged people. Spirit.

"I'm Qin Huairu from the Intermediate Court. My family is out of food and I can't survive. Xiao Chen, can you lend me fifty kilograms of stick noodles to meet the emergency?"

Well!Opening his mouth was fifty kilograms, which was enough for two people to eat for a month. Widow Qin's knife was so sharp that she wanted to kill herself like a stupid boy.

"Where do you work? How much is your monthly ration? What day is it now?"

Widow Qin was busy sharpening her knife, but Chen Jisheng was not willing to take advantage of her. He took the key he received from the street office, opened the screen door of the outer courtyard, and pushed the cart into the small courtyard that already belonged to him.

Qin Huairu didn't expect Chen Jisheng to have the key to the screen door at night, which made many of her plans come to nothing. His question just now also pushed people out and asked whether they should go in, which made Widow Qin hesitate.

Chen Jisheng placed the car on the wall of the inner courtyard, took the key and opened the back room. The inner room was the same as the outside, with a floor paved with blue strips of stone. It was hollow, dark, and cold, as if it wanted to choose people to eat.

The quality of the screen door was good, and there was no squeaking sound. Looking at Widow Qin who came in hesitantly and closed the door quietly, Chen Jisheng grinned at the corner of his mouth. The exposed white teeth were particularly scary in the moonlight.

"Latch the door."

Chen Jisheng stood at the door of the inverted room, his mouth opened and closed, his white teeth were white, which made Qin Huairu shudder.

Shaking her hands and plugging the latch, she calmed down instead. Anyway, she had to take this step, sooner or later, so she might as well ask for a good price.

"I have the money to borrow food for emergencies! I also have the money to eat from big families!"

Seeing that Widow Qin didn't say anything, Chen Jisheng simply made a condition. It's human nature to be in a hurry, and it's not impossible to get something for nothing.

"I just want to live a good life, but life is too hard now."

Just take a look at Widow Qin's ability to scheme against Silly Zhu. This person is a smart person with a little calculation in his heart. Although he is not highly educated, he is smart and understands the world.

"How do you know that if you rely on me, your life will not be miserable in the future?"

Widow Qin is pretty good-looking, comparable to Section Chief Sun Meilan, but after giving birth to three children, her figure is a bit out of shape, but she can barely pass the entrance.

Chen Jisheng is not pedantic, he just comes to his door anyway, you are willing to do it, there is no psychological burden, and there will be less trouble afterwards. As for money and food, which is the most lacking thing for him, why not do it?

"Can I still suffer now?"

Widow Qin's rhetorical question left Chen Jisheng speechless. Suffering can temper people, but if you don't experience others' suffering, don't encourage others to do good. If you experience others' suffering, they may not be good.

"What are you doing?" Chen Jisheng, who had figured it out, walked up to Widow Qin without saying a word, pinched her chin, and forced her to open her mouth with a little force.

"Look at your teeth, take off your clothes against the wall, and look at your melons."

The seemingly heartless words are the last kindness in Chen Jisheng's heart. If Widow Qin is not sure, then his thoughts will be clear.

"I am a human being, not an animal."

It was also the first time for Qin Huairu to be abused like this. Although her mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, was vicious, she would not abuse her and make her feel inhumane.

"You got it in exchange for money and food, didn't you?"

Leaving Widow Qin who was still fighting between heaven and man, Chen Jisheng quietly walked out of the small courtyard, closed the door, and planned to go home to wash up. His body was sticky and uncomfortable.

If Widow Qin is still there when he comes back, he won't be polite. A meal of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and steamed buns and pickles are also considered a meal, so why can't they just make it a meal?

When they got home, the three sisters were all reading. The second sister and the younger sister must be studying. Chen Xiaobao went over to take a look. Chen Jisheng was a little surprised. He was actually reading an anthology. He didn't know if he could understand it.

I don't expect this kid to be able to understand, see through, or understand twenty-three out of ten. He will definitely be worthy of training in the future. After ten years, Chen Jisheng can at least help him get a small border.

Without disturbing the three of them, they picked up a set of military vests and shorts, toiletries, changed into plastic slippers, and went to the kitchen.

After tidying up the scattered things, I found a place to hang the ham. I also got some sugar from the warehouse and put it in the sugar bowl. The scented tea given by Director Fan today was also placed next to it. I also grabbed matches and candles.

After hurriedly washing up, he poured his clothes and pants in clean water and hung them on the clothesline outside. Then Chen Jisheng took on his slippers and walked to the front yard.

It was almost nine o'clock, and most of the people enjoying the shade had dispersed. In the strong smell of burning moxa, there were only a few people sitting close to home sitting in the hallway of Chuihua, chatting with each other.

There was nothing going on in the courtyard. Chen Jisheng quietly walked to the outer courtyard. The door was closed, and he didn't know whether Widow Qin was still there.

The long nights and the rebirth of past lives don't really matter if you say it doesn't matter. It's just that there is no time to express it. It would be nice to have a place to relax.

There was not much activity at night, and the crowing of chickens and frogs began to sound in the courtyard. Anyway, everyone was used to it, and as long as there were people on their backs, it didn't matter what the noise was.

Opening the door softly, Widow Qin stood leaning against the wall facing the door, with tears on her face under the moonlight. After all, empty friendship cannot compare with real money and food. The hardship of living here won!
"20 yuan a month, fifteen pounds of white flour, five pounds of pork, and whole grains are enough." The conditions offered by Widow Qin made Chen Jisheng smile, and he vaguely thought of the two farmers who were wondering what the emperor would eat tonight.

He turned around and bolted the door, walked to the door of the sitting room, struck a match with a click, took out a candle from the back pocket of his shorts and lit it.

The weak candlelight illuminated the dark room. The two inverted rooms in the courtyard were about 40 square meters in size, with no partition in between.

In a blur, I saw a lot of debris piled up in the house, mostly tables, chairs, benches and the like. These three reverse rooms should not have been allocated before. The furniture must be from the old house. If so, it should be considered a small profit. One stroke.

Outside the door, Widow Qin wanted to come in, but was blocked by Chen Jisheng. Just now, Chen Jisheng took advantage of the situation and took ten Unity cards from the warehouse and handed them to Widow Qin.

"How do you know me?"

Money can help the spirit. Widow Qin, holding the note in her hand, has no sadness on her face, her brows are relaxed, shy and timid, like a technician who has been overclocked.

"Si Zhu said it, and it's also spreading in the factory."

Chen Jisheng understood that in a small steel rolling mill, there were many visionaries. Widow Qin was the one who grasped the investment opportunities. If nothing else, at least the hard life of her surrender would be gone.

"Do as I just said."

Chen Jisheng turned around and entered the reverse room. Holding a candle, he found a small desk with the right height.

"You can really abuse people, alas..."

A soft sigh, wearing empty clothes, the cold moon shines like water on the bluestone floor, the open door of the inverted room, the shadow of the candle swaying, rising and falling, until it gradually goes out.

Chen Jisheng came out of the upside-down room, and looked at his watch by the moonlight. It was almost eleven o'clock. Widow Qin's combat power was impressive, and she used less than half of the eighteen martial arts. It's worthy of a fight with her.

As the old saying goes, a good person will collapse from exhaustion. It seems that we can’t relax in the morning exercises in the future. After not practicing for a few days, the original waist and horse are almost like clay sculptures.

Pushing Da Fang back to the west room, the three sisters had already turned off the lights and hurriedly washed themselves in the small kitchen.

Chen Jisheng picked up a bag of stick noodles left at home, and took out a dozen kilograms of flour and a five- or six-kilogram piece of pork from the warehouse. This was Widow Qin's condition.

Carrying two bags, I quietly walked to the middle courtyard. People all went to bed at around eleven o'clock. The middle yard was quiet, except for a staggering shadow, holding his hands on his waist, and pacing home with difficulty.

Seeing the embarrassment of Widow Qin, Chen Jisheng showed a cheerful smile. After venting his anger, his thoughts became particularly clear, and the previous gloom was swept away.

"The door is open for you." Chen Jisheng had fast legs and long steps. When he turned around and passed by, he gave Widow Qin the answer she asked for, "Donkey!"

Not listening to the gnashing of teeth of Widow Qin behind him, Chen Jisheng walked briskly, taking money from others to ward off disasters, this is the rule set by the ancestors.

Returning to the main room and raising the big curtain, my younger brother Chen Xiaobao was really good at making a series of traps. Chen Jisheng took advantage of the moonlight and spent a lot of effort to enter the house without being touched.

He walked lightly into the north room. Chen Xiaobao was breathing heavily and fell asleep. Looking at his sleeping posture, he was not a peaceful person. The bruises on his face had also subsided a lot. It took two days for this to happen. I still have to ask.

Lying on his bed, Chen Jisheng went through today's events and found that when picking up things from the space, it seemed that no matter how big or small, only the number of items was considered.

After my romantic relationship with Widow Qin, my mind became extra clear. The heaviness in my mind after searching the warehouse seemed to have completely disappeared.

He took out a .210 pistol bullet and kept taking it out and withdrawing it for about [-] times. Chen Jisheng's eyes gradually blurred and he fell asleep unconsciously.

After a dreamless night, at 05:30 in the morning, Chen Jisheng took a deep breath, as if he had been reborn. His whole body was full of endless energy, and his energy was particularly high.

The old seahorse who was awakened on time by the army's biological clock didn't feel a little angry today. He picked up the steel chain next to the wooden sleeper and looked at the time. It was five thirty-one.

"Could it be that taking yin to replenish yang?"

"Try again tonight."

Having found a way, Chen Jisheng did not hesitate, got up quietly, and went out to buy breakfast just like yesterday morning.

The breakfast on the street is the same as before. If there are more varieties, Chen Jisheng needs to continue to familiarize himself with the surrounding situation. However, he did not meet the heroic aunt today, and there were a few more pancakes for breakfast.

When we came back, the third uncle's head didn't show up. Maybe the steamed buns were not tasty. The eldest daughter-in-law of the Yan family, Yu Li, was busy beside the briquette stove. Compared with Widow Qin, Yu Li was a little greener and tighter.

Without wanting to say hello to Yu Li, Chen Jisheng was just about to go home when waves of malice came from the hanging flower door of the courtyard.

For this kind of malice, Chen Jisheng had a particularly keen sense, and his dark eyes glared at him along with the malice.

"Hey hey..."

With an exclamation, the chubby Jia Zhang sat at the door of Chuihua, "Aunt Jia, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Yu Li running over in a hurry, Chen Jisheng stopped looking over there. He was afraid that the old woman was looking for an advantage. He was talking to Widow Qin, so there was nothing wrong with the old woman.

(End of this chapter)