Siheyuan: Rebirth of a comfortable life starts with Shazhu

Qin Huairu didn't know why she was crying.

Logically speaking, this was something she had been looking forward to for a long time.

As long as Jia Zhang died, Qin Huairu would get the freedom she wanted. Whether she wanted to live with Yi Zhonghai or have other ideas, no one would hold her back.

But Qin Huairu couldn't hold it in, she collapsed to the ground, crying with snot and tears.

Huaihua threw herself into her arms, her eyes dull and her whole body trembling. It seemed that the child was very frightened.

But at this time, Qin Huairu had no time to coax her daughter.

She had too much to do next.

At this time, Qin Huairu must have missed those people in the courtyard.

If she still lived in that yard, no matter how bad her reputation was, if something like this happened, the neighbors would definitely come to help.

In this place, several nearby neighbors regarded her family as enemies and ignored her.

This is because everyone knows Qin Huairu's reputation, and the house where Qin Huairu lives is supposed to be a place for everyone to put their belongings.

Qin Huairu's arrival infringed upon everyone's interests.

Just like Qin Huairu now, she slumped at the door and cried loudly, and no one even came to watch the fun.

They are all very discerning people. These days, the old widow has been in poor health.

No one wants to get into trouble.

It seems that human nature is too cold.

But for people to become friends, at the beginning the two families must have similar conditions and compatible temperaments.

The Jia family was a troubled family. From the beginning, they were considered as oddities by the nearby families.

So in some ways, it is a very good thing to have an elder like Yi Zhonghai who is "eager to help others" in a small circle of life.

At least when something goes wrong, just ask him for help, and he will really help.

Qin Huairu first opened her stove, put a few coal balls in it, poured a large pot of boiling water on it, and let Huaihua, who was still trembling, stare at the stove.

This was nothing else but preparing to boil a pot of water to cleanse Jia Zhang.

She stood at the door, thinking about asking a neighbor who was a little easier to talk to to help her pass on the message.

Take her to the factory or to the street, it would be even better if she could help find Xiaodang.

But the neighbors nearby, coming and going, all lowered their heads and quickened their pace when passing by her door.

I saw a young man wearing glasses. He looked gentle and refined and also lived on this street.

Qin Huairu just stretched out her hand to say hello, but the young man blushed, covered his stomach with one hand and his butt with the other, and ran straight to the front.

There is no way around it. Qin Huairu chose the wrong person from the beginning.

She still thought she was the pretty widow working in the steel mill.

So when asking for help, the first choice is men.

But she never thought that with her current appearance and her bad reputation as a slut, no man would dare to mess with her.

Qin Huairu bit her lip and did not look for the reason in herself. Instead, she muttered to herself about the cold-heartedness of the people in this place.

She was crying hysterically just now, but now she still has the leisure to blame others. It seems a particularly strange development.

But for Qin Huairu, this is normal.

She was crying just now because she was lamenting her past and worrying about her future fate, but there was really no sadness in her tears.

Apart from anything else, it was not until this time, when Qin Huairu saw that she could no longer rely on others, that she remembered to go in and see Jia Zhangshi.

That is to say, she has not entered the inner room since she returned home. She is not even sure whether Jia Zhang is really dead.

It’s not that Qin Huairu was careless, but she has never dared to go in alone.

She was really afraid that Jia Zhang's death would be too hideous and she would leave with resentment towards her.

If that happens, Qin Huairu will probably be worried for a long time.

Qin Huairu pushed open the door to the inner room, and a foul odor was definitely there in her face.

Just like Jia Zhang last night, Qin Huairu looked towards the window first.

But the reason was different. She really didn't dare to look at the expression on Jia Zhang's face.

Qin Huairu walked forward and opened the window, allowing the fresh morning breeze to blow through the window and dispel the stench in the room.

Her teeth were chattering and her hands and feet were cold, but she forced herself to look up at Jia Zhang.

For a moment, Qin Huairu was stunned.

There was a strange expression on Jia Zhang's gray face. It was not pain, nor the hatred that Qin Huairu had imagined. Instead, it was a look of half-smile, frozen on her face.

Qin Huairu had never thought of this expression.

A cool morning breeze blew in and touched Qin Huairu, making her feel cold to the bone.

She glanced around the room in panic, and apart from the oil lamp being out, there was nothing unusual.

But why did Jia Zhang laugh when she died?

This was something she couldn't understand.

The wind stopped for a while, and the stench in the house began to penetrate her nostrils again.

This actually made Qin Huairu sober up a little.

It was not until now that Qin Huairu realized that there were many things she had not prepared for.

For example, she didn't prepare a set of burial clothes for Jia Zhang, nor did she hire a painter to paint Jia Zhang's portrait. She even didn't know where the places selling incense, candles, and paper money were on T Mountain.

There is no such demand.

But she still had to get busy, and Qin Huairu was still quick and efficient when doing her work.

First, take down all the quilts and other items on the bed. The sheets must be washed as they may not be used in the future.

But the quilt inside was made of cotton, and Qin Huairu was reluctant to throw it away.

When the stick stems come out in the future, you can find a cotton craftsman to re-stretch them and you can still use them.

As for whether Jia Zhang had prepared a pocket of money as a deposit, Qin Huairu didn't want to think about it.

As for the poor girl Jia Zhang, when she was still able to move and had some money, she used it to buy meat and eat it secretly.

How could there be any money left for her?

After a busy period, all the dirty clothes and quilts were taken off and thrown into the corner.

A basin of warm water was brought in, and Qin Huairu casually wiped Jia Zhangshi a few times. While wiping, she couldn't help muttering a few words, which were nothing more than asking Jia Zhangshi not to come to her in the future... If Jia Zhangshi didn't know what was good for her, she would not burn paper money for Jia Zhangshi in the future... and so on...

Jia Zhang was given a half-worn cotton coat. This was the newest piece of clothing she had.

At this time, Qin Huairu sat quietly in the main room. She felt weak all over and didn't want to think about anything.

But she also knew that at this time, she had to think carefully in order to solve this problem perfectly.

How to cry poor in the factory, how to cry poor in the street, and most importantly, how to cry poor in front of Yi Zhonghai.

Qin Huairu needs to think about these things carefully. (End of this chapter)