When we walked to the gate of the courtyard, the sound of crying was already very clear.
Yi Chuanzong faintly heard, 'Dongxu, my poor Dongxu!'
His voice was broken from shouting, and his hoarse voice was full of sorrow and pain.
This was the cry of an old woman. Yi Chuanzong felt some sympathy in his heart, but he also felt a little unlucky.
He just came here, and people died in this courtyard.
He bravely walked towards the courtyard. Halfway through, Yi Chuanzong even saw a little dark red blood stain on the dry ground. This made his pupils shrink and he subconsciously avoided the middle.
After passing through the front yard and arriving at the middle yard, Yi Chuanzong saw a group of people muttering in a semicircle in the west wing.
The crying continued, and following the sound, I saw a well-dressed old woman sitting on the ground with one leg crossed.
Two little dolls squatted on both sides of her body. On the left was a boy of about eight years old with a pot head, and on the other side was a little girl of three or four years old.
By this time, Yi Chuanzong already knew what was going on. The person crying on the ground should be Jia Zhang, the 'evil mother-in-law' in Qingman Courtyard.
Her original surname was Zhang. After marrying into the Jia family, she took her husband's family name first and her own surname last.
In this current situation, it should be that her son Jia Dongxu has just passed away.
Feeling pity, Yi Chuanzong also breathed a sigh of relief. Everything should have been dealt with now.
Fortunately, he didn't run into trouble right after he arrived, otherwise he would really have to go back to the village and come back after a while.
Not only is it unlucky, but it may also be said to be a disaster star or something. Aunts these days have a lot of free time, and no one likes to be talked about all day long.
Yi Chuanzong turned his eyes and saw the young woman crying silently next to him.
She had a big belly, one hand was holding it under her belly, and the other hand was wiping the tears that were constantly flowing from her eyes. Her peach-blossom eyes were red from crying, and her nose was blurry with mucus.
Yi Chuanzong looked at her seriously. This was Qin Huairu, the heroine of the courtyard.
Now he looks so pitiful that I feel really sorry for him.
Some people said that she was a vampire. She had been hanging on a stupid pillar for so many years. She not only ruined other people's blind dates, but also delayed them for so many years. Later, they said that she did not give birth to a child even though she was pregnant. She was a top-notch green tea.
Yi Chuanzong also agreed with this. After all, Qin Huairu was pregnant with little Sophora japonica and could not take her child to get a ring.
That's what I learned after giving birth. It may be that life is too difficult and I don't know when I can't bear to make mistakes. I need to take insurance in advance.
It may be that there is some py transaction, and I am afraid of an accident.
Maybe it's because of the three children he has now, and he doesn't want to have any more children after marrying Silly Zhu.
Yi Chuanzong didn't know the reason, so he decided to investigate further in the future.
It wasn't because he was attracted by sex, it was mainly because he opened his eyes and observed it and found that Qin Huairu did have big breasts and a big butt. This kind of woman is easy to give birth to.
"Ding, the system randomly selects, based on your current behavior, the medical subcategory 'Wang' skill level 1."
Yi Chuanzong's face was startled, but he was happy in his heart, and said secretly, "System, you really understand me. I am so serious. I was studying medical skills seriously just now!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a round face walked out of the crowd. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a small crew cut. He was the eldest man in this courtyard and the eldest son of Yi Chuanzong, Yi Zhonghai.
When he walked to the side of the crying woman, he reached out and tugged on the woman's clothes and said in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, the deceased has passed away, but we still have to live our lives. Your wife is standing here even though she is pregnant.
It’s been an hour.”
At this point, Ms. Jia and Zhang cried even more fiercely. The one who opened and shut up was Dongxu, who was shouting in a long voice and couldn't hear what was being said behind him.
Yi Zhonghai rubbed his forehead, feeling the pain of losing his son, who was still the mainstay of the family, and he also knew that he couldn't make Jia Zhang stop now.
He looked at the second uncle Liu Haizhong and the third uncle Yan Bugui, nodded and shouted, "Everyone, please be quiet."
Nowadays, the uncles in the courtyard are still very prestigious. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, they could check and confirm the household registration to avoid the invasion of enemy capital.
Now, they can also assist the neighborhood office in managing courtyard houses and mediating neighborhood conflicts.
When everyone heard his voice, they all fell silent and turned to look at him.
Even Mrs. Jia Zhang, who was crying, her voice became lower, but she still couldn't stop sobbing.
During this extraordinary period, Yi Zhonghai didn't pay attention to the heart-wrenching noise. He turned to everyone and said, "Everyone must be aware of the Jia family's affairs. We have done our best before, but now the factory's condolence money has not been distributed.
, their family now doesn’t even have anyone who can make money.”
"If we don't talk about the future, we won't be able to survive now. We are all in the same hospital, so we can all help. I am here to make a start for everyone, and I will give you twenty yuan."
After saying this, Yi Zhonghai glanced at the crowd. Now everyone in the other party's family had died, leaving only a widow. Jia Dongxu was his apprentice, so of course he had to take the lead and make more.
Although twenty yuan is a lot, and even women in rural areas cannot earn more than twenty yuan a year, for an eighth-level fitter, this money is only one week's salary.
Of course, he doesn't expect everyone to contribute so much. He can only express his attitude and let the people in the courtyard do their best. After all, everyone is poor at this time.
But when he turned to look at the door, Yi Zhonghai's expression suddenly changed, his body shook and he hurriedly walked towards the front yard.
The second uncle over there, Liu Haizhong, just picked up his posture, cleared his throat and was about to pay, but he was confused by Yi Zhonghai's weird actions. What kind of scene is this?
Looking up, I saw a tall man standing on the steps at the entrance of the central courtyard.
With his dark skin, wild hair, and strong physique, Liu Haizhong could only force back the words in his mouth, silently muttering in his heart, "So strong!"
At the same time, people in the courtyard were muttering and asking each other who this was? How come such a tall and strong man had never been heard of before?
The aunt's face changed at this time, and she ignored the surrounding inquiries.
Then her face calmed down, and she did not give birth to a child for Lao Yi's family. Now that she is forty-five, she may not be able to give birth.
Although this nephew is a fool, he is still very strong!
Don't worry about it. If you can find him a wife, maybe the couple will still have the opportunity to take care of their children. People always have to make plans for their old age.
At this time, the uncle had already arrived in front of Yi Chuanzong. He grabbed his sleeve and tried to walk in, but he couldn't pull it at all, and then a shout made his head buzz.
"Uncle!" Yi Chuanzong shouted, his voice as hard as steel.
Yi Zhonghai reached out and rubbed his temples. He knew his nephew well and was mentally prepared for previous meetings.
This time because the matter was urgent, I was caught off guard for a moment and was shocked again.
He looked outside, but didn't see anyone else. He could only calm down and calm down, and then ask in detail how he got here.
Yi Zhonghai said in a harmonious voice, "Chuanzong, be good, come into the house with me first."
Yi Chuanzong grinned. Fortunately, he was indeed his uncle. He didn't directly call him his nickname outside, otherwise he would have been ruined.
He stared at Widow Qin and said in a deep voice, "I have heard what happened before. Didn't you donate money? It should be given to Brother Dongxu. He is your apprentice. I heard you and dad said it. Although I don't
It’s a lot, but I still have twenty yuan, so I’ll donate ten yuan!”
At the same time, Yi Chuanzong said in his heart, 'Although you are dead, I recognize you as my brother.'