Get something in the courtyard

In the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai also knew where the Jia family was going. He wanted to find Jia Zhangshi and persuade her, but unexpectedly, Jia Zhangshi also followed.

Yi Zhonghai felt more relieved now. In his opinion, Jia Zhang was not the kind of person who was willing to work. If Qin Huairu didn't bring Jia Zhang with him, he could still carry on with his rag picking business. But if he brought Jia Zhang with him, he would definitely not be able to hold on for a few days.

So he went home and rested with peace of mind.

Things turned out just as he had guessed, Jia Zhang did not last many days.

But Yi Zhonghai overlooked one thing, that is Qin Huairu's obsession with money. This time, no matter how Jia Zhangshi threw a tantrum, she did not give in.

Jia Zhangshi could choose not to go, but she couldn't expect to serve him as she did before. Qin Huairu didn't even cook for him. She just took some pickles from home and bought some steamed buns as her meals.

Jia Zhang had no choice but to grit her teeth and follow Qin Huairu.

Without the burden, Qin Huairu's business of picking up scraps flourished. She was good at dealing with others and had the means to go to places where there were many elderly people.

Young people look down on this old woman, but she still has a big market among older men.

Relying on the means of the pretty widow, she attracted many people to come to her to sell their junk.

Qin Huairu's method made Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong envious. They teamed up to find Qin Huairu and planned to ask him for the secret.

"You can sell several carts of junk in a day. Where do you get them from?"

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "I didn't pick it up from anywhere. I have a tricycle. I can ride far and get a lot of things."

Yan Bugui looked through Qin Huairu's car and found that many things were printed with the names of factories. He asked curiously, "Did these factories give you the things?"

"They saw that I was having a hard time, so they gave me these unwanted things." Qin Huairu never mentioned the use of special means.

Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong could not get any information from them, so they gave up. They sold the things they found to Qin Huairu, who then sold them directly to the scrap yard.

Today, Qin Huairu has grown stronger and turned the two of them into workers.

In order to appease Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu did not hide all the money he earned, and gave Jia Zhangshi all the remuneration she deserved. At the same time, he also spent his own money to buy good food to supplement Jia Zhangshi's nutrition.

They were doing well here, but Yi Zhonghai was suffering. No one cooked, no one washed clothes, and he couldn't even find anyone to chat with.

The other people at home in the courtyard could not agree with him. The main reason was that no one could stand Yi Zhonghai's moral blackmail.

As time went by, Yi Zhonghai became slovenly and the whole house smelled foul, and the people in the courtyard were even more reluctant to sit with him.

Yi Zhonghai could feel that his body was getting weaker and weaker. Every night, he was afraid to sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of those elderly people who died at home and no one cared about them.

"Huai Ru, I want to talk to you."

Qin Huai Ruxin said that she had finally waited for this day. She thought that Yi Zhonghai was already very impressive for persisting for ten days or half a month, but she didn't expect that Yi Zhonghai persisted for more than a year.

"Uncle, you're here just in time. I bought a chicken today. Let's have a meal together."

Yi Zhonghai was hit hard again and said dissatisfiedly: "You can't do this. Your mother-in-law is so old, how can you bear to let her work with you."

Qin Huairu laughed, "What's the big deal? Second uncle and third uncle are not that old either, don't they go out to pick up rags every day? How can we live if we don't pick up rags?"

This is a very real problem.

No one wants to work every day, but they can't survive without working.

The two's words attracted the attention of Yan Bugui and his wife, but they didn't say anything.

This happened more than once, and each time Yi Zhonghai returned home disappointed. The most realistic problem everyone faced was survival. If they didn't work, no one would support them. Yi Zhonghai took a deep breath and said, "You are in good health now and can still work. But how many years can you still work?

What will you do when you can no longer do it?"

He stared at each of them.

Qin Huairu and a few others felt very uncomfortable being stared at by him.

Yi Zhonghai knew that if he wanted to solve this problem, he couldn't argue with them, so he said, "I think we must sit down together and have a good talk. This is not about you picking up trash, but about our future survival."

Qin Huairu glanced at Yan Bugui, and finally agreed, and called Liu Haizhong and his wife over.

A group of people gathered at Yan Bugui's house and looked at each other.

Yi Zhonghai said: "You are leaving early and returning late now, and you don't know the situation in the courtyard. Our courtyard is in chaos now. Those little hooligans have made our courtyard a mess."

Qin Huairu blushed a little and said aggrievedly: "Uncle, you also know about the sale of the house."

Yi Zhonghai's face darkened, and after a long while, he finally suppressed his anger: "Let's not talk about the past. Let me ask you, do you really plan to continue doing this? How many years can you last?"

Liu Haizhong said helplessly: "Lao Yi, if we don't do this, what else can we do? My three sons didn't come to see me during the Chinese New Year, and didn't say a word. If we don't make some money ourselves, we can't make ends meet.

Lao Yi, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but the times are different now than they were before. Look at our courtyard, how many people are there?"

"Old Liu, how come you have become like Old Yan?" Yi Zhonghai complained dissatisfiedly.

Liu Haizhong said: "I am the same as Old Yan, what's wrong with that? Old Yan and I go out to pick up scraps every day, at least we can make a living and keep us two old men alive."

As he spoke, everyone in the room began to feel sad.

Yi Zhonghai was also sad, especially when he heard that Sha Zhu was living a good life. In his opinion, all that was what he deserved.

Qin Huairu persuaded, "Uncle No. 1, Uncle No. 2, stop arguing. Everyone has their own way of living, so just take care of yourself."

Liu Haizhong snorted and stopped talking.

Yi Zhonghai couldn't stand it: "Huai Ru, how could you become so selfish? People can't just think about themselves."

Jia Zhang was dissatisfied and scolded Yi Zhonghai: "You are a dead end, you keep saying nonsense to our family. If you have the ability, go and talk to Sha Zhu. Let Sha Zhu return to the courtyard and honor us."

The phrase "old, damned old man" almost sent Yi Zhonghai to hell.

Qin Huairu saw that the situation was not good, so she gave Yi Zhonghai a massage and a back pat before he recovered.

Jia Zhang knew that she was almost in trouble, so she hid in a corner and kept silent.

Qin Huairu looked at Yan Bugui for help, hoping that he would come out and persuade her.

Yan Bugui sighed, "Lao Yi, we all understand the principle of helping each other. But look at us, who has the ability to help others? Only Huairu has some ability to sell the scraps that Lao Liu and I saw to the scrap yard.

I'm going to say something unpleasant. We go home and close our eyes a few nights, and we don't know if we can open them the next day. At our age, we still go out to pick up rags. Isn't it just to survive?"

Yi Zhonghai also knew that there was no need to say that to a few people, so he directly stated his purpose: "We can find the street office.

I heard that Wang Kun opened a nursing home. He can take care of those outsiders, so he can take care of us. Let's ask the street office to coordinate and turn our courtyard into a nursing home." (End of this chapter)