1959Siheyuan, a Turnaround

Li Weiguo's originally puzzled expression gradually became clear as Grandpa Li spoke, and finally he suddenly realized.

His eyes unconsciously looked towards Yi Zhonghai's house, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Recalling yesterday, when Jia Dongxu suddenly got into trouble, Yi Zhonghai, who seemed extremely anxious, seemed so kind-hearted in the eyes of everyone.

He called everyone anxiously and rushed Jia Dongxu to the hospital in a hurry. Along the way, he shouted for everyone to make way. He looked so anxious, as if Jia Dongxu was his closest relative.

But now after hearing what Grandpa Li said, Li Weiguo finally understood that there was actually a hidden secret behind this.

Yi Zhonghai, Yi Zhonghai, you really have a good plan.

Li Weiguo thought secretly in his heart.

This move of his killed two birds with one stone. Not only did he gain fame in the courtyard, but everyone also praised his deep relationship between master and disciple, saying that he cared deeply for Jia Dongxu's family.

Moreover, now that Jia Dongxu is gone, Qin Huairu will be at his mercy.

No wonder Yi Zhonghai has been busy at the Jia family from last night until now.

Jia Dongxu's funeral ended hastily three days later.

During these three days, the courtyard seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze.

Qin Huairu looked like she had lost her soul, her eyes were so empty that it seemed as if she could not see a glimmer of hope.

She just sat quietly in her room, and everything around her seemed so cold and desolate.

During this process, Yi Zhonghai appeared beside her from time to time.

He looked at Qin Huairu with concern, comforted her softly, and helped her with some trivial matters such as packing up the remains and receiving guests who came to pay their respects.

That day, Yi Zhonghai walked into Qin Huairu's room with a notebook and a stack of money in his hands.

"Huai Ru, this is all the gifts we received after Dong Xu's death."

"Many colleagues from the steel mill have come over as well. The names are all in this notebook. Deputy Director Li of the steel mill has also sent over 200 yuan. They are all here. Can you keep them?"

Yi Zhonghai handed the thing in his hand to Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu raised her head and looked at Yi Zhonghai with tears in her eyes. She said sadly, "Uncle, what do you think I should do in the future? My mother-in-law is not at home, and I am the only one left at home with Banggeng and Xiaodang. Dongxu has passed away. How am I going to live in the future? I really can't imagine it."

Her voice trembled and tears kept flowing down, dripping onto the rough back of her hands.

Yi Zhonghai pondered for a moment, then said solemnly: "I have planned everything for you. Dongxu is dead, but you can keep his work position. When your mother-in-law is not at home, you will go to work in her place. I will ask the factory manager to assign you to my team. I will guide you in the future. In the first two years, you can only earn basic salary, but you will earn more after you are evaluated for a higher level."

Qin Huairu showed hesitation and said softly, "Uncle, can I do it?"

"It's ok, don't worry I'm here!"

"I'm only saying this because I'm thinking about you. Haven't you seen Dongxu's relatives? They're all eyeing this job."

"If you don't stand up for yourself, the job will go to someone else, and you will be in trouble."

Yi Zhonghai said this earnestly, with a look of unquestionable determination in his eyes.

Qin Huairu thought about it carefully and realized it was true, so she agreed.

But then I thought, what will happen to the two children at home if she goes to work?

She frowned and said worriedly, "Uncle, what should we do with Xiaodang and Banggeng?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at Qin Huairu meaningfully and said, "You don't have to worry about this. Your aunt has nothing else to do at home, so I will tell her to help take care of the child. You just need to give her some living expenses every month."

When Qin Huairu heard that Yi Zhonghai had arranged everything for her, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes and she nodded gratefully.

"Thank you, uncle. Thanks to you for helping me, I can..."

Her voice was a little choked up, but it also contained a hint of anticipation for the future.

"Huai Ru, don't cry, just listen to me, everything else won't be a problem..."

Qin Huairu stared into Yi Zhonghai's eyes and nodded silently.

The sunlight shines through the window, onto the kang, creating a golden color.

Chen Lanxiang patted the child gently and hummed a soft lullaby. The child's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually fell into a sweet dream.

At this time, Sha Zhu's face was filled with a happy smile and he came over quietly.

He looked at the child's cute sleeping face, full of joy, and couldn't help but say, "Let me kiss the child. I haven't kissed my son for a whole day. If I miss him so much, I'll just give him a kiss, just one kiss."

As he said this, he was about to kiss the child's face.

Chen Lanxiang was quick to stop him and whispered, "The child has just fallen asleep, don't disturb him. If you wake him up, I will never forgive you."

Chen Lanxiang glanced at Sha Zhu with a hint of warning in her eyes.

Sha Zhu smiled helplessly and had to reach out his hand and gently touch his son's little face. Then he calmed down and sat quietly by the side, looking at the child with eyes full of love.

Since having this child, Sha Zhu really seems like a different person.

He poured all his energy into this little family.

In addition to working in the factory canteen every day, after get off work, he did not delay for a moment and went straight home. The first thing he did was to hug and coax his children. Everything else was thrown out of his mind.

Jia Dongxu in the courtyard passed away, and this news caused quite a stir in the courtyard.

In fact, Shazhu was also quite emotional.

After all, Jia Dongxu was so young and passed away suddenly, and he felt very sorry.

However, at this moment, Sha Zhu suddenly thought of the money that the Jia family owed him.

His brows gradually frowned, and a hint of anxiety appeared in his eyes.

After a while, he said to Chen Lanxiang with some concern: "Lanxiang, you said Jia Dongxu is dead, what should we do with the money he should have taken? He won't refuse to give it to us, right?"

Sha Zhu's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of waking the child, or as if he was talking to himself in worry.

Chen Lanxiang heard this and said without thinking, "Why don't they pay us back? The Jia family owes us the money. The police station has filed a case against them. There is no way they won't pay us back."

"If Jia Zhang is gone, then Jia Dongxu will be back. If Jia Dongxu is gone, then isn't there still Qin Huairu?"

"What? Do you feel sorry for Qin Huairu?"

As Chen Lanxiang spoke, she looked at Sha Zhu with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

Sha Zhu was stunned and quickly explained: "How is that possible? I did feel sorry for her before, but then I thought, she has Jia Dongxu, why should I feel sorry for her?"

"She's a widow now, so there's no way I'd get involved with her. I have a wife and children myself, so why would I care about her business?"

Sha Zhu said this in a very decisive tone, with a very serious expression on his face.

After hearing what Sha Zhu said, Chen Lanxiang nodded with satisfaction.

She knew in her heart that her husband was stupid, blunt and chauvinistic, but now she had educated him well.

She looked at Shazhu and the child, and a feeling of warmth and satisfaction welled up in her heart.