Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

"Honey, are you the youngest seventh-level fitter now?"

"That's for sure."

“Isn’t there any reward in the factory?”

Ran Qiuye asked curiously, maybe, probably, there would be.

Ran Qiuye remembered that the last time Zhang Zhiqiang went shopping, he joked that he would give her a sewing machine as a reward.

"Yes, there are dozens of kilograms of grain coupons, meat coupons, a few kilograms of sugar coupons and some cloth coupons."

Zhang Zhiqiang listened carefully during the broadcast, and that was roughly what it said.

"That's it."

Ran Qiuye felt a little disappointed, she thought there really would be a plane ticket for sewing.

"I still have a sewing ticket, but the factory manager said that all the sewing tickets in the factory are sold out, so he plans to give me one next year."

Zhang Zhiqiang seemed to see through Ran Qiuye's little thoughts and added.

"Ah? Really? Hubby, you are really capable."

Ran Qiuye hugged Zhang Zhiqiang again excitedly.

In her heart, she wanted Zhang Zhiqiang to get the sewing ticket, but she also knew that the sewing ticket was definitely not so easy to get, otherwise it would not be impossible for an ordinary person to not get one after three turns.

But I didn’t expect that Zhang Zhiqiang had already got it. Although he hasn’t got it yet, he has it at least.

"That's quite something. Look at what this is."

Zhang Zhiqiang said as he took out a sewing ticket from his pocket.

Ran Qiuye had never seen a sewing ticket before. She took it and looked at it carefully, then said in surprise, "Sewing ticket, didn't you say you can only get it next year?"

"This was not given to me by the factory, but by my uncle, Director Zhou's husband."

Zhang Zhiqiang said with a smile.

"Ah? Isn't it bad to take someone else's things? Especially something as valuable as a sewing machine."

"It's okay. We are all relatives. I will return the favor later."

Zhang Zhiqiang didn't care. Anyway, the title of uncle had been decided. As the saying goes, one cannot refuse a gift given by an elder, so he just took it.

"Should we buy a sewing machine?"

Ran Qiuye looked a little strange.

"Let's buy it. Why not buy it if we have the conditions?"

Zhang Zhiqiang didn't notice the change in Ran Qiuye's expression, and he waved his hand to buy a sewing machine.

"Well, I haven't learned how to use a sewing machine."

Ran Qiuye said awkwardly that she didn't have a sewing machine at home and she had been teaching all the time so she didn't have access to one.

"Why don't you buy one and leave it at your parents' house? You can go and ask mom to teach you when you have time. We'll buy one for our family next year when we have the tickets."

Zhang Zhiqiang thought for a moment and suggested.

"Your sewing machine costs a lot of money, are you willing to spend it?"

Ran Qiuye teased.

"That's nothing. They raised such a good wife for me, isn't it reasonable for them to give me a sewing machine? It will also let others know that you didn't marry the wrong person."

Zhang Zhiqiang really didn't care. After all, he wouldn't use the sewing machine after buying it, and Ran Qiuye didn't know how to use it either. It would be better to improve the impression of his father-in-law and mother-in-law than to leave it to collect dust.

"That's not impossible."

Ran Qiuye was still very moved when she heard Zhang Zhiqiang's words, but she felt a little sorry for the money. However, since Zhang Zhiqiang cared about her parents so much, she had to support him.

After they happily finished their meal and tidied up their housework, they sat down on their own to study quietly, looking up at each other from time to time with deep friendship in their eyes.

Unlike the quietness of Zhang Zhiqiang's home, the courtyard was in an uproar.

There were many people working in the steel rolling mill in Hongxing Siheyuan, so after get off work they naturally brought back the news that Zhang Zhiqiang was a seventh-level fitter.

"Zhang Zhiqiang is really capable. He is already a level 7 fitter at such a young age."

"Yes, this is a worker on the same level as the second uncle. He has a bright future ahead of him."

"There are so many people in the steel mill, it's not certain whether it is him or not. There are more than one person named Zhang Zhiqiang."

"Come on, forget it. He is already the youngest Level 6 fitter. What's the problem now that he has passed the assessment?"

"That's right, what are you so jealous about?"

…………

Qin Huairu heard every word of the neighbors' conversation.

Jia Zhang is the one looking after Banggeng tonight. She came back to look after her two daughters and prepare to go to work tomorrow. It would not be possible for her to keep asking for leave.

After hearing that Zhang Zhiqiang had become a seventh-level fitter, Qin Huairu lost the mood to do laundry and picked up the basin and went home.

Qin Huairu felt so upset. Why couldn't Zhang Zhiqiang see the good in her?

If only he could help me like Sha Zhu, then the Jia family would definitely have a much better life. In the end, I would definitely be willing to marry Zhang Zhiqiang in order to repay him.

As she thought about it, Qin Huairu felt a little bit blaming Jia Zhang.

Originally, the Jia family and Zhang Zhiqiang's family could still communicate with each other, and they would greet each other when they met. It was all because Jia Zhang took a fancy to someone else's house and forced them to go and talk.

Now everything is fine. Zhang Zhiqiang's family is living a more and more prosperous life, eating delicious food every day, but all this has nothing to do with the Jia family anymore.

Qin Huairu kept thinking of ways to destroy the relationship between Zhang Zhiqiang and Ran Qiuye. It was not certain that Zhang Zhiqiang would fall in love with her after they divorced.

"Huai Ru, are you busy?"

Yi Zhonghai looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he slipped into the Jia family's house.

"Uncle, what do you want to do?"

Qin Huairu was just thinking, and Yi Zhonghai's words almost frightened her to death.

"Haha, it's not that your family is having a hard time. You haven't been to work these two days, so I came to bring you some white flour."

Yi Zhonghai smiled and raised the flour in his hand.

Strangely enough, Yi Zhonghai's own family only ate steamed buns made of two-grain flour, and he rarely gave white flour steamed buns to the deaf old lady. However, he sent pounds of white flour to the Jia family.

"Thank you, uncle. You are the best to our Jia family in the whole courtyard."

Qin Huairu said with emotion and reached out to take the flour.

"Look at what you said. I'm doing this for your own good. What does it have to do with the Jia family?"

Yi Zhonghai said this with profound meaning.

Qin Huairu had heard that she was the only one in the Jia family who could be targeted by Yi Zhonghai. Qin Huairu was also very clear about the purpose, which was that Yi Zhonghai wanted her to take care of him in his old age.

Actually, it is not impossible. In Qin Huairu's plan, Yi Zhonghai is a family with no descendants, so the Yi family's house must be hers. For the sake of the house, it is okay to take care of Yi Zhonghai and the aunt.

"Uncle, is Zhang Zhiqiang really a level 7 fitter?"

Qin Huairu's tone of voice was somewhat uncertain, mainly because this was too unbelievable.

How long has it been? In just a few months, Zhang Zhiqiang was able to go from a fourth-level fitter to a seventh-level fitter? This is too outrageous. Even novels don't dare to write about it this way.

"Oh, that's right. I'm the examiner. This kid is really lucky."

I get angry when I talk about Yi Zhonghai. Zhang Zhiqiang is a disobedient kid who talks back to the elderly and has a bad character. How come his skills are so good?

"It's true. I thought someone in the hospital had misreported it."

Qin Huairu forced a smile, feeling uncomfortable.

"Stay away from Zhang Zhiqiang for the time being. We all underestimated this guy. The new deputy director of the factory is actually Zhang Zhiqiang's uncle."

Yi Zhonghai was still afraid that Qin Huairu would offend Zhang Zhiqiang, so he spoke in a serious tone.

"Hi~"

"Deputy factory director? No way. Both his parents are dead. How could he have such an uncle?"

Qin Huairu's tone revealed disbelief, and she felt a little upset. How could Zhang Zhiqiang be so lucky?