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Chapter 352 Dead!!
After separating from Banggeng, Zhang Shenfei walked into the courtyard.

After crossing the hanging flower gate and reaching the front yard, I saw Jia Dongxu and Auntie One, Auntie Two, Auntie Yan, Auntie Chen and others gathered together.

Jia Dongxu's outfit today was obviously different. The most obvious thing was that he was not wearing the apron that he had been wearing ever since he became a househusband.

He was wearing a half-new green military uniform. Although it had a few blue patches on it, it was clean and tidy.

Paired with the same white mask as Banggeng, it looks really fashionable.

That bitter face now has a hint of smug smile.

"Dongxu, now that you have a job, does that mean you can't go with us to the supply and marketing cooperative to grab cabbages in the future?" said the middle-aged woman who was holding Yi Weihong.

"I have to say it, Dongxu, you are a good washer. The clothes you wash are cleaner than ours." Aunt Yan fully affirmed Jia Dongxu's work as a househusband over the years.

"I often tell my children that if they want to find a wife, they should find someone like Dongxu. She is thrifty and knows how to manage the household, and she also knows how to live." The second aunt also gave a thumbs up.

"You were doing housework at home well, why did you want to work in the steel mill?" Aunt Chen felt very sorry for losing a partner who went shopping for groceries.

The aunties in the Siheyuan felt reluctant to let Jia Dongxu, who had single-handedly lowered the average age of the housewives in the Siheyuan, leave them.

It must be said that Jia Dongxu is a decent-looking guy.

Although he is not as handsome as Zhang Shenfei, he is still much better than ugly guys like Xu Damao and Sha Zhu.

It is said that working together as a man and a woman is not tiring. With the handsome boy Jia Dongxu around, the middle-aged women are more energetic when buying groceries, washing clothes and cooking.

Now that Jia Dongxu is gone, everyone's identities have become different, and it will probably be difficult for them to get together in the future.

In contrast to the aunties' reluctant expressions, Jia Dongxu had a slightly reserved and proud expression.

"Look at what you are saying, ladies and gentlemen, I am a man, how can I continue to do housework at home?
I tell you, even though I am only a temporary worker at the steel mill this time, with my previous experience as a fitter, I will soon be able to become a regular employee. Then I will be promoted to level two, level three, and so on. In the end, maybe I can become an eighth-level worker like my master."

The monthly salary of an eighth-level fitter is ninety-nine yuan!!!
Sha Zhu, Xu Damao, Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangqi are no match for him.

Thinking of this, Jia Dongxu felt a sense of contempt for his childhood friends in Siheyuan.

What use are those people? Take Xu Damao for example, although he seems to be doing things, how far can he go without support?

If you don't have the ability to become a cadre, the best you can do is become a clerk at the next level, and your salary will only be half of your own.

Humph, you ignore me today, but you won’t be able to reach me tomorrow!!!

Jia Dongxu became furious when he thought about what his childhood friends in Siheyuan had done to him.

Since 1952,

After his mother Jia Zhang took away his job, Jia Dongxu became an unemployed vagrant.

His peers in the courtyard, led by Zhang Shenfei, began to look at him sideways and never invited him to dinner parties.

Jia Dongxu had been holding back a lot of anger in his heart, and he put all his strength into making a big poop to let them know how powerful he was.

In order to get a temporary job in the steel mill, he went through a lot of trouble and spent all the private money he had saved over the years.

But he felt that as long as he could work in a state-owned steel mill, all his efforts would be worth it.

While talking to a few middle-aged ladies, Jia Dongxu saw Zhang Shenfei walk into the courtyard and couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Zhang Shenfei, do you know that I will be working at the steel mill starting tomorrow?"

Zhang Shenfei didn't know what he meant by telling him this, and looked at him in confusion: "Oh, congratulations, see you later, I have to go home for dinner first."

Before he finished speaking, he kept walking. He walked past Jia Dongxu and several middle-aged women and arrived at the door of his own home. He walked in through a curtain.

No, what does he mean?

Jia Dongxu suddenly became depressed.

In his opinion, he and Zhang Shenfei have always been in a competitive relationship.

After knowing that he had entered the steel rolling mill and became a member of the glorious working class, Zhang Shenfei, the ultimate villain of the courtyard house, should have been so anxious that he should be jumping up and down, or even furious.

If the level is a little higher, it means that they are smiling on the surface but are actually annoyed inside.

But no matter what, you shouldn't be like now, acting as if it has nothing to do with you.

Shouldn't he be jealous of himself??? Shouldn't he be afraid that he will surpass him and feel panic???

"No, how could Zhang Shenfei have no reaction at all to the fact that I found a job?" Jia Dongxu muttered to himself depressedly.

"Ah, Dongxu, what did you say? I didn't hear it clearly?" Auntie One, Auntie Two, and Auntie Yan said in unison.

They didn't hear it, but Xiaodang, who was playing with sandbags nearby, heard it.

The little girl looked up at Jia Dongxu: "Dad, Uncle Zhang is already the deputy director of the steel mill. You are just a temporary worker in the factory. Why should he react?"

When several aunts heard this, they immediately guessed what Jia Dongxu had just said, and immediately looked at Jia Dongxu as if he were an idiot.

A seven-year-old child understands this truth, why doesn't Jia Dongxu understand it???

How could Zhang Shenfei, a deputy factory director, be jealous of him, a temporary worker?

Although the aunties didn't say anything, they looked at Jia Dongxu with a hint of contempt. Has he been a househusband for so long that he has lost his brain? ? ?

Wonima!!! Why is this child so unlikable?
Jia Dongxu's face suddenly turned dark: "If you don't speak, no one will take you as a fool."

"Oh." Xiaodang lowered his head and continued kicking the sandbag without crying or making a fuss.

But Jia Dongxu became even more depressed.

What the hell? Even Xiaodang doesn't take him seriously?
When he gets to the steel mill, he will work hard and make achievements, so that those who look down on him will know how great he is!!!

Don't bully the poor young people!!

But no matter what, from this time on, Jia Dongxu entered the steel rolling mill, working from morning till night every day, and his life became much more fulfilling than before.

Because he was about to receive his salary, Jia Dongxu's status in the Jia family was significantly improved.

The most direct manifestation is that Qin Huairu started to wash clothes and cook again. His mother Jia Zhang no longer disliked him openly or secretly.

After getting a job, Jia Dongxu immediately set himself up in the courtyard. Every day he held his head high and looked at people with his chin lowered.

There were even a few times when he showed disrespect for the Five Little Gentlemen of the Siheyuan in his words, and was pinned to the ground and beaten by Xu Damao and Sha Zhu.

Finally he behaved himself.

Many neighbors in the courtyard were talking about the Jia family behind their backs. It was really a turn of events for the old family.

There are four adults and three children in the family. Now there are three shifts of people earning money, and life has really gotten better.

When Jia Dongxu gets his certificate at the steel mill, the total income of the Jia family in the courtyard will even be close to that of the second uncle Liu Haizhong! !

"It should be said that Lao Jia really died early, otherwise he would be able to live the good life now."

"How is that possible? If Old Jia were alive, that old hag Zhang Cuihua wouldn't be able to take over, and Jia Dongxu wouldn't be able to find a job... Only when he dies can Old Jia's family have a better life."

"No wonder Zhang Cuihua always complains that Old Jia died too late..."

"Didn't you notice? Jia Zhang hasn't called the soul for a long time, so she asked Old Jia to come up..."

"It's not that bad, she wishes that Lao Jia would die a few years earlier!!!"...

In 1961, Zhenshen began to supply water to the port city.

When Zhang Shenfei, Tong Luoyang and others returned to Qianjiazhuang to inspect the use of the water turbine pump, they learned that a notice had been issued from above.

Production is determined by the field, and responsibility is assigned to individuals

The commune canteen was closed, the supply system was abolished, and the work point system was implemented.

I can go home and cook for myself. Although food is still in short supply, members can plan and cook according to their own needs. Life is much better than before.

At the beginning of April, Zhang Shenfei received a letter from Yuan Longping inviting him to visit Hunan Agricultural College, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Although I have been in contact with Yuan Longping for more than a year, he is a workaholic and we don't communicate much other than work through correspondence.

This time the other party suddenly invited me to go to Hunan. Although it was for fun, it was definitely related to hybrid rice.

These days you need a letter of introduction to go anywhere, let alone to a place as far away as Hunan from Beijing.

Fortunately, with the help of Old Wang and Teacher Jin, Zhang Shenfei quickly got the letter of introduction and set off for Hunan.

After a short stay in Hunan for a week,

Zhang Shenfei returned to Sijiucheng. After getting off the train, he did not go back to school. Instead, he returned to the Siheyuan first to prepare to send the gift he brought to Tian Xiaozao back home.

Who knew that when I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I heard heart-wrenching crying coming from the yard.

"Dongxu, my son, why did you die so tragically?!!!"

"Dongxu, Dongxu!!! If you die, how will I live with Banggeng and Xiaodang alone?"

"Dad, dad, woo woo, dad, please come back soon."

What the hell??? Jia Dongxu is dead??? Zhang Shenfei couldn't help but quicken his pace. After entering the main gate and the second gate, he didn't see anyone along the way.

After entering the middle courtyard, we saw the entrance to Old Jia's house. It was packed with people.

"Jia Dongxu is also pitiful. He has just been in the steel mill for less than a month..."

"If I had known this would happen, why would I have joined the factory? I would have been better off staying at home to cook and take care of the kids."

"Old Jia died, and Jia Zhang became a widow. Now Jia Dongxu has died again, and Qin Huairu has become a widow again. The Jia family's feng shui is not good."

"Why would something go wrong out of nowhere?"

"Who knows? They say it happened on the vise."

Amid the discussions of the crowd, Zhang Shenfei squeezed into the crowd and saw Jia Dongxu, who had already died, lying on a stretcher.

Jia Zhang threw herself on him and cried tears streaming down her face. Qin Huairu collapsed to the side, looking very weak. Although there were traces of tears on her face, her expression was dull and she was not shedding any tears.

On her left and right were Banggeng and Xiaodang, both children had snot bubbles all over their faces from crying.

Although Lao Qin and Qin Aimin, who were standing aside, did not cry, their faces looked very ugly.

Although she has always been at odds with Jia Dongxu since Lao Qin married into the Jia family, she has never treated the other person as her own son.

But after all, we have lived together for so many years, so there is still some affection.

Watching a life of only twenty-something years old disappear right before his eyes, Lao Qin felt very sad.

Seeing that his wife was about to burst into tears, Lao Qin quickly stepped forward, put his arm around her shoulders and whispered to her to comfort her.

An old lady also came over and said, "That's right, Dongxu's mom, stop crying. The dead cannot be resurrected, so take care of yourself first."

"If Dongxu knew about this, he wouldn't want you to be so sad." Second Aunt took over and said.

"Oh, how could such a good child become..." Aunt Yan said while wiping her eyes.

"We know you feel bad when the elderly send off the young, but you still have to live your life as usual," said Aunt Chen.

Several middle-aged women in the courtyard were also comforting Jia Zhang, but unexpectedly, the next moment, Qin Huairu fainted on the ground.

"Sister Qin, Sister Qin, what's wrong with you?" Sha Zhu had been paying attention to Qin Huairu. He was the first to notice something was wrong and immediately stepped forward.

Yi Zhonghai also came over and opened Qin Huairu's eyelids to take a look:
"He fainted... I guess he didn't eat enough to begin with, and now he's too excited...

Shazhu, Jiecheng, the two of you quickly carry Qin Huairu to the bed.

We have sugar at home, Xu Damao, go get a bowl of sugar water." Yi Zhonghai was directing from the side.

In recent years, many families living in Siheyuan have had a hard time, but the Yi family is relatively better off.

Yi Zhonghai would help other families from time to time, so his status as the eldest uncle in the Siheyuan reached the highest level in history.

The young people in the courtyard listened to his instructions and took action immediately.

After drinking a whole bowl of sugar water, Qin Huairu woke up slowly and lay on the bed crying.

She married Jia Dongxu in 1951, and it has been ten years now.

Every detail of the past ten years flashed through my mind like a movie.

Although the two of them had done dirty things, had grudges, and even been unfaithful to each other, he was still her legitimate man after all.

Qin Huairu felt sad when she thought about becoming a widow in the future and Xiaodang and Banggeng becoming orphans.

"Sister Qin, please stop crying. The dead cannot be resurrected."

Looking at Qin Huairu's tearful face, Sha Zhu felt as if his heart was being grabbed by an invisible big hand and being ravaged.

My heart aches. It aches so much!!! It’s the kind of heart-wrenching pain!!!
Life is hard these days, and it is even harder for Sister Qin, a widow with two children! ! ! !

If, if I could help her...if I could not marry Liu Lan...

If I give Sister Qin a hand at this time, will I be able to...

Sha Zhu's thoughts began to race.

Qin Huairu was so sad that she grabbed Sha Zhu's arm and cried:

"Silly Zhu, silly Zhu, I... I don't have a man anymore!!! Bang Geng, Xiao Dang has no father, and even the child in my belly has not even seen his father, and has become an orphan!!!! Tell me why my life is so miserable!!!"

The baby in the belly? ? ? Everyone present suddenly shrank their pupils when they heard this.

In particular, Jia Zhang, who had originally thrown herself on Jia Dongxu and cried loudly, suddenly burst out with great strength, rushed to the bed, and grabbed Qin Huairu's shoulders tightly.

"Huai Ru, what did you say? You have another baby in your belly?"

Qin Huairu raised her eyes and looked at her miserably:

"That's right, Mom. I've been pregnant for just over two months. I originally wanted to keep it a secret for three months before telling you about your relationship with Dongxu..."

Who would have thought that before I had the chance to tell Dongxu the news and make him happy, he was gone.

(End of this chapter)