From Jia's house in the middle courtyard, another burst of howling from Jia Zhang was heard, and she kept talking about her son. Everyone in the courtyard frowned.
"There's no end to this stupid Jia Zhang family, right?"
Xu Damao was drinking wine alone in his room, thinking of ways to trick his wife into coming back. When he heard Jia Zhang's howling, all his plans were disrupted.
"Ms. Jia Zhang, if you keep yelling, believe it or not, I will light a firecracker right now to celebrate Jia Dongxu's burial!"
Jia Zhang seemed to have heard Xu Damao's words, and her wailing voice stopped abruptly: "You old guy knows the truth."
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The other side.
Jia Zhang, who was holding the portrait, suddenly thought of something. She quickly got up and pulled out the wooden box from under her bed. She was trembling...
Yes!
She has less money!
Using it on Jia Dongxu not only failed to save her son, but also caused her to lose dozens of dollars in pension funds.
The double blow of losing her son and losing her money made Ms. Jia Zhang completely collapse. She beat her thighs with her fists and her tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Looking at Mrs. Jia Zhang who was so sad... Qin Huairu couldn't tell for a moment whether she was crying for her son or for her pension.
After Jia Zhang cried for a while, her voice suddenly stopped.
"I'm going to ask the street office for money."
Mrs. Jia Zhang got up from the ground as if she was insane. She first placed the portrait of Jia Dongxu in her hand on the table, and then started to put on her coat.
"How much does it cost to go to the street office?"
When Qin Huairu saw Mrs. Jia Zhang like this, she thought she was overly sad and had turned into a lunatic.
If something happens to Jia Zhang at this time, the family will completely collapse.
It would definitely be impossible for her to take care of her children and then go to work.
"Qin Huairu, don't stop me."
"I will go get the money owed to me by the street office."
Jia Zhang couldn't stop her from getting so energetic, so she pushed Qin Huairu all the way to the middle courtyard.
Qin Huairu thought for a while before she understood what was going on.
It must be that the sub-district office promised to collect donations for the Jia family before, and now Jia and Zhang must be planning to ask for the money.
"It's getting dark now, and the people from the street office have gone home to eat and sleep."
"If you want to go there, you have to go there tomorrow!"
Out of desperation, Qin Huairu's words calmed down Jia Zhang.
Jia Zhang looked up at the full moon and stars in the night sky: "Well, I will go get the money back early tomorrow morning."
If her son is gone, her pension cannot be lost as well.
"Mom, the subdistrict office originally promised to donate money to Dongxu for medical treatment. Now that Dongxu is gone, it is impossible for them to give us the donation money."
Although Qin Huairu is also greedy for money, her mind is sober now.
If Jia Dongxu were alive, the Jia family might still be able to get a donation, but now that Jia Dongxu is dead, it is impossible for them to get such a sum of money.
"We can't get any money, so are we just being embezzled by their street office?"
"I have to go to the street office tomorrow to get it back!"
Qin Huairu's kind words and persuasion were just to prevent Jia Zhang from going out to cause trouble and eventually being taken to the Public Security Bureau and fined.
But it’s okay if she doesn’t persuade him. The more he persuades Jia and Zhang, the more enthusiastic he becomes!
Qin Huairu didn't care anymore.
If Mrs. Jia Zhang is locked up by the Public Security Bureau again this time, then let her stay inside.
It would be good for her to let her aunt help take care of the children for the time being.
Although the eldest mother has no relationship with her, her temper is thousands of times better than that of Jia Zhang.
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really!
The next morning, just after dawn, Mrs. Jia Zhang got up and went out.
Qin Huairu didn't need to think about it to know what the old godly woman was doing.
She usually has a hard time getting up, and every time she has to finish cooking before slowly getting out of bed. Today is probably the most active day for Jia Zhang to get up.
There is probably nothing in this world other than money that can make Mr. Jia Zhang behave so positively.
Qin Huairu lay on the bed for a while, and then started to get up to make breakfast for the family after feeding the sophora flowers.
Breakfast is actually just some porridge and steamed bread plus some leftovers she brought back from the uncle's house yesterday.
Life like this is pretty good for the Jia family now!
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Qin Huairu had just finished cooking when she heard Jia Zhang entering the middle courtyard.
Although Qin Huairu always believed that it was impossible for Jia Zhang to get back the donation from the street office, she still hurried out with a glimmer of hope in her heart.
She also understood when she saw Jia Zhang’s bitter face!
Not a penny!
After entering the middle courtyard, Mrs. Jia Zhang did not go back to her room, but turned around and knocked on Yi Zhonghai's door.
"Yi Zhonghai, Auntie, please open the door."
"Sister-in-law, what's going on?"
Yi Zhonghai's face was full of questions. He usually got up early. This morning, he watched the compound where Jia Zhang left from the window. It was strange at the time.
Not long after this...he suddenly knocked on his door again...
"Yi Zhonghai, let me ask you."
“Did the sub-district office organize donations in the past two days?”
Jia Zhang went to the subdistrict office, but the comrades at the subdistrict office told her that because Jia Dongxu was dead, they would not organize the next donation at all.
Jia Zhang didn't believe it and had a quarrel with them.
On the way back, I asked around on the streets and asked several people who got up early.
But none of them knew there was such a thing as donation!
Jia Zhang still didn't believe it, so she came to the compound to ask Yi Zhonghai.
"Donate?"
"Oh, you are talking about Dongxu's incident. I have been in the compound after get off work these days, and the street office did not notify me about the donation."
Yi Zhonghai now understood what Jia Zhang was doing out so early.
Good guy!
I actually went to the street office to ask for money.
Not to mention that the sub-district office did not organize donations, even if it organized donations...it is impossible for this money to be given to the Jia family after Jia Dongxu's death.
"How come those bastards from the street office don't keep their words?"
Mrs. Jia Zhang sat down on the ground and started crying and screaming again.
She still believed Yi Zhonghai's words on the matter of donating money, because he was the only person who voluntarily donated money to the Jia family.
If Yi Zhonghai said there is no organization, then it definitely means there is no organization!
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing? Let's get up quickly."
Yi Zhonghai quickly called his aunt to come over and help Jia Zhang.
The old lady blocked his door and sat down and started to make a fuss. People who didn't know it thought he had done something to Jia Zhang.
But how could the collapsed Jia Zhang be helped up by someone, with her legs kicking on the ground?