Yes, although the furniture is gone, she still has Wang Dasha.
As long as you are diligent and capable, you can always get rich with your hands.
As long as the two of them work together for seven or eight years, they will definitely be able to save a pension.
Also, poverty is considered an honor these days.
Wang Dasha's family has only four walls, which is exactly an advantage.
Jia Zhang believes that with his own abilities, he can turn this advantage into material benefits.
There are so many families in the alley, why can't they help our Wang family?
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Wang Dasha might even be able to let her have a child.
Jia Zhang had already ran into the courtyard.
"White-flour steamed buns? Do you think you are the leader's wife? The little food we had at home was sold by me long ago in order to get married."
Jia Zhang snorted coldly: "Think about it, if I had jumped out of the car just now, would you have been arrested by the police station?"
She came to the Yan family to make trouble, firstly to vent her anger, and secondly to demand compensation.
Wang Dasha wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stared wide-eyed: "Meat, eggs? What are you thinking of? I haven't eaten that stuff in years."
Bangge didn't know what happened yet, so he nodded: "Yes, she is my grandma, and she married a rich man."
At a young age, he needs money to make him awesome.
He turned into a white-eyed wolf and was completely unreliable.
And he may not necessarily give her money.
"Yan Bugui, if you don't come out, I will block your door and won't leave."
She came to Wang's house to enjoy herself, not to be a nanny for the old man.
Looking at the dark enamel bowl, Jia Zhang almost vomited.
"Cuihua, it's almost noon. Go down and cook. There are still two taels of stick noodles in the noodle vat. Make some porridge."
However, Jia Zhang's rogue behavior was of no use in front of the even more rogue Wang Dasha.
I was busy until noon, when I felt my stomach growling, so I stopped.
Pour in water, and after the water boils, pour in the stirred stick noodles.
"Ah? What does your jumping off the bike have to do with me, a cyclist?"
"Hey, hey, you are really ridiculous. When you were riding your bike just now, you deliberately picked up puddles and made my old lady's back injury relapse. I didn't ask you to settle the score, so you still want money?
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"Then, what should I eat? You can't starve me to death, right?"
"Okay, sit down now."
A middle-aged uncle came over on a tricycle: "For seven or eight miles, just give me 10 cents."
Jia Zhang got out of the car, seemed to have forgotten something, turned around and ran into the courtyard.
This was the first time for the middle-aged uncle to meet someone like Jia Zhang. He immediately became angry and shouted loudly: "Are you trying to be a rogue?"
Jia Zhang searched around the house and found no food, not even sweet potatoes.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a "pop" sound, and Jia Zhang received a slap in the face.
Wang Dasha laughed, picked up the hot water bottle, poured some water into the bowl, and handed it to Jia Zhang.
Those IOUs totaled more than 100 yuan.
Jia Zhang's expression made Wang Dasha feel that his self-esteem was challenged.
The most important thing for her now is to get some money, otherwise even eating will be a problem.
Jia Zhang can only be a lonely person.
Lao Jia died, and it was Qin Huairu who took care of her.
Mrs. Jia Zhang originally planned to take the opportunity to leave and never come back. She, Mrs. Jia Zhang, took the bus to give the driver face, so why did she need to spend money? Ridiculous!
It is a pity that Jia Zhang has a criminal record.
She saw a tricycle parked on the side of the road, and the person riding the tricycle was a middle-aged uncle.
But when she saw that Wang Dasha had rolled up his sleeves, Jia Zhang immediately stopped smiling.
Although Wang Dasha is old, he is as strong as an ox, and he plows the fields with great enthusiasm.
At this time, Mrs. Jia Zhang's stomach was growling, she swallowed, and asked with a smile: "Dasha, do you have any food at home? It's best to have meat or eggs. I'll make some myself, so I don't bother you."
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As for Bangge's safety, she is not worried.
Even if I apologize, will Wan understand it?
Jia Zhang subconsciously wanted to laugh out loud.
When Jia Zhang saw Banggeng, she quickly pulled Banggeng to the middle-aged uncle, pointed at Banggeng and said: "Comrade, I really don't have any money, and it's useless for you to pester me. He is my grandson, I will take him
Stay here and go back now to get you money."
"As an old teacher, you dare to lie to me, an old woman. Do you still have the face to teach?"
"That's pretty much it, now it's your turn to eat!"
"Zhang Cuihua, let me tell you, this bowl has been with me for decades. It accompanied me through the hard years. Before liberation, I relied on it to survive. If you look down on it, you look down on me. You can follow me now
It apologizes."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you. I'm so sorry."
The middle-aged uncle had quick eyesight and caught her: "Hey, old lady, you haven't paid for the car yet!"
The whole morning, I stayed in bed with Jia Zhang.
"help me?"
Thinking about it this way, living with Wang Dasha is not unacceptable.
There is a bus to the Siheyuan here, but all the money from Jia Zhang's body was confiscated by Wang Dasha, and she had no money to buy a bus ticket.
It is conceivable that if she continues to stay in the Wang family, her life will definitely not be easy.
Jia Zhang thinks he is smart.
What's more, this madman is still her husband.
The bottom of the coal stove was broken and cracked, and there were several cracks on it. It must have been discarded by others and picked up by Wang Dasha.
But the middle-aged uncle didn't like her at all and grabbed her collar.
After the stick noodle porridge was cooked, Wang Dasha picked up the bowl and ate it without hesitation.
The middle-aged uncle rode his bicycle and drove quickly to the courtyard. Under the guidance of Jia Zhang, he parked the tricycle at the entrance of the courtyard.
Only then did Mrs. Jia Zhang remember that the old man in front of her was a master who liked to take action. She shivered with fright, got dressed, and came to the kitchen.
After sending those people away, Jia Zhang asked Wang Dasha cautiously: " Dasha, why do you owe so much money?"
I saw Wang Dasha grabbing Jia Zhang by the collar like an angry bull.
Bangge realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
When Yan Bugui heard Jia Zhang's sharp voice, he couldn't help but said to himself: This Wang Dasha is really stupid. I told him a long time ago that he must take good care of Jia Zhang. How could he let Jia Zhang slip out?
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It can be expected that in the near future, it will be the turn of the awesome wife to serve her.
Mrs. Jia Zhang waved: "How much does it cost for a tricycle to go to South Tongluo Lane?"
Isn’t it just a dime!
Who doesn’t have one?
It's just that there are very few stick noodles. Even if they are cooked into gruel, it is only enough for one person.
"Hey, look at my memory, it's only 10 cents!" Jia Zhang didn't have any money, so after pretending to look for it, she smiled awkwardly: "Look at me, I'm walking in a hurry today, I forgot
You have brought the money, so be it, you wait for me here, and I will go back and get it for you. My daughter-in-law is a big man in the courtyard, so she will definitely not miss you this little money."
"From today on, cooking, washing clothes, sweeping the floor, and washing my feet are all your jobs!"
"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds are saying morning, morning, morning, why are you carrying a pack of explosives? I said, grandma."
Before she got married, Mrs. Jia Zhang once told Banggen that she was going to marry a rich man and would bring gifts to Banggen when she came back.
"Stop talking to me about this and get the money for the car as soon as possible."
Wang Dasha's words made Mrs. Jia Zhang's heart freeze. She said a little unwillingly: "White flour steamed buns are also fine. They can be eaten by baking them on a coal stove."
When Mrs. Jia Zhang heard Wang Dasha snoring, she quietly escaped from the house.
The debt is more than 100 yuan, when will it be paid off?
Mrs. Jia Zhang has never worked in her life. When Lao Jia was still alive, it was Lao Jia who took care of her.
"You have lost your conscience. No wonder your daughter-in-law was snatched away by Li Weidong. No wonder Yan Jiecheng got a heart disease."
Seeing Mrs. Jia Zhang, Banggeng trotted over quickly and took Mrs. Jia Zhang's hand with an eager look on her face.
But facing a strong madman, she had no choice at all.
There is no doubt that Wang Dasha is ill now.
Jia Zhang was frightened by Wang Dashu, so she could only grit her teeth, walk to the bowl, and bow deeply.
Apologizing to a bowl is the most ridiculous thing Jia Zhang has ever heard of.
In Jia Zhang's view, the reason why she inexplicably married a rag collector and was tortured for a whole day was entirely because of Yan Bugui.
It's said to be a kitchen, but it's actually located not far from the bed, with a coal stove.
"Comrade, this is hard-earned money, you can't cheat!"
Despite this, Jia Zhang still did not regret marrying Wang Dasha.
The two of them were tugging and tugging.
"I paid to marry you just to make you work. Go and cook for me!"
When she came outside and looked at the busy traffic on the road, Jia Zhang seemed to have come to life again and walked towards the courtyard.
He put the bowl in front of Jia Zhang with a snap.
There were so many people in the compound, and they could watch Bangge being taken away.
BangGeng was out all afternoon and came in from outside, still humming a song.
"Grandma, why are you back? Where is the gift you brought me?"
Until the afternoon, several people came in from outside. They all took IOUs and asked Wang Dasha for a loan.
Mrs. Jia Zhang entered the front yard, turned around and ran to the door of Yan Bugui's house.
Through the dim glass, she vaguely saw Yan Bugui at home.
Jia Zhang said: "How come it doesn't matter? As a coachman, you have to ensure the safety of the passengers."
Jia Zhang is the best at playing rogue. He tilted his triangular eyes and said, "I saved your life just now on the way, do you know?"
The middle-aged uncle had lost trust in her at this time, and grabbed Ms. Jia Zhang to prevent her from leaving.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
At this time, Wang Dasha had finished eating and handed the rice bowl to Jia Zhang: "Did you see it? There are still a lot of residues in the bowl. There is hot water in the thermos. You can boil it with hot water and make a meal."
When I pick up the cardboard tomorrow, I will go to the grain station to buy food."
Daqianmen is more than ten miles away from the Siheyuan. Jia Zhang was tortured at Wang Dasha's house. After walking for a while, her legs started to feel sore.
"If you dare to push back again, I'll see if I don't take care of you!"
Yan Bugui knew that if he went out at this time, he would definitely be scolded by Mrs. Jia Zhang, so he wanted to shrink his neck and pretend that he was not at home, but Mrs. Jia Zhang's scolding continued and was extremely unpleasant.
The middle-aged uncle looked at the stick and pointed at Mrs. Jia Zhang: "Kid, is she indeed your grandma?"
Because in that case, Qin Huairu would definitely look down on her.
"Yan Bugui, did I dig up your ancestral graves? How dare you harm the old woman like this?"
Jia Zhang felt nauseated when she looked at the dark stuff inside, but she could only hold her nose and swallow it.
Jia Zhang looked at the empty room and kept comforting herself so that she could accept the current situation.
Jia Zhang has been showing off his words all his life, and he has never seen anything like this.
She exerted more strength today than she has ever exerted in her entire life.
Qin Huairu is not of the same mind as her now and will definitely not support her in her old age in the future.
Although Jia Zhang is not very good at cooking, she can still make stick noodle porridge.
He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Yan Bugui, you wicked and smoking thing, get out of here right now!"
Jia Zhang curled her lips: "That's your problem. In short, you have to be responsible. Tell me, did I save your life?"
At this time, she had already remembered that Wang Dasha would become insane intermittently.
Although Jia and Zhang have a grandson named Bangge.
Mrs. Jia Zhang didn't bargain, she just sat down on the back of the tricycle and said, "Okay, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
Jia Zhang's lips pursed: "I'm exhausted too, you can do it yourself."
From Jia Zhang's point of view, even if she had a marriage certificate with Wang Dasha, she was still the mistress of the Jia family. Everything in the Jia family belonged to her. Qin Huairu had to let her go back even if she didn't want to.
Mrs. Jia Zhang looked at the cotton-padded jacket with no visible color and felt like crying.
Wang Dasha glared at her dissatisfied: "Isn't it just to marry you? I borrowed this money for you, so of course you have to pay it back. I'm exhausted and need to sleep for a while. You washed my clothes."
By the way, that dress has been with me for more than ten years, and it is also my old friend. You must not rub it into pieces, or I will make it look good for you!"
In this case, it is better to leave.
When the middle-aged uncle saw that Mrs. Jia Zhang had left her grandson here, he didn't think much about it, so he waved his hand and said, "Old lady, go back and get the money quickly!"
The middle-aged uncle was stunned by Jia Zhang's imagination: "You are going to jump out of the car yourself, and I can't stop you. Do I have to tie up every guest who rides in the car with a rope?"
"Get money? My grandma is married to a rich man, how can she have no money!"
But how can a grandson have a son?
Besides, BangGeng has been raised crookedly.
The enamel bowl hadn't been cleaned for an unknown amount of time. It was covered with black spots and there was thick dirt on the bottom of the bowl.
She did not go directly back to Jia's house to ask Qin Huairu for money.
It's just that Wang Dasha married a beautiful girl and seems to have no interest in picking up rags.
The third aunt went to the window to take a look outside, turned around and walked to Yan Bugui, took his arm and said: "Old Yan, you'd better go out. Seeing Jia Zhang like this, she won't give up. If she
Everyone in the compound is alarmed, how can we get married after our family is resolved?"
Yan Bugui also knew Jia Zhang's temperament, so he could only open the door and smile at Jia Zhang: "Sister-in-law, happy wedding!"
"Happy, you suck your legs!" Jia Zhang spat out a mouthful of yellow phlegm, which hit Yan Bugui's eyebrows.
The stringy yellow phlegm exuded a strong fishy smell, but it made Yan Bugui sick, so he quickly asked the third aunt to help wipe it off.