Yan Jiecheng's Leisurely Life in Siheyuan

Chapter 22 Debt
It turned out that a few years ago, when Jia Dongxu got married, he borrowed a lot of money from his uncles in his hometown in order to hold a successful wedding.

Although Jia Dongxu's uncles were also in great difficulty at that time, Jia Dongxu was their nephew after all.

Besides, Jia Dongxu is a worker and gets paid every month, so there is no need to worry that he won’t be able to pay it back.

So after emptying their own savings, these uncles borrowed more than 50 yuan from the brigade and pooled a total of 100 yuan to lend to Jia Dongxu.

I originally thought that after Jia Dongxu got married, he would pay it back within a year at most.

But who would have thought that Jia Dongxu seemed to have forgotten about this matter and didn't even visit his uncles' homes.

Later, these uncles and aunts came to ask for it several times, but Jia Dongxu kept putting it off until today.

They originally didn't want to ask for the money back at this time, and thought they would wait until they finished taking care of Jia Dongxu's funeral.

Who knew that after seeing them, Jia Zhang would directly drive them away. The key point was that after driving them away, Jia Zhang also kept on cursing, and the words she used were simply unbearable to hear.

Jia Dongxu's uncles and aunts also have tempers. Since you don't treat us as relatives, we won't be polite and asked Jia Zhang to pay back the money on the spot.

As a result, Jia Zhang refused to admit that she owed the money, and even tried to snatch it away when the other party took out the IOU, which led to a fight.

After listening to the stories told by Jia Dongxu's uncles and aunts, the clerk confirmed the situation with the people around him.

After learning that they were indeed not lying, he looked at Jia Zhang with a serious face and said.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, do you have anything else to say?"

Facing the street clerk, Jia Zhang still felt a little uneasy. She lowered her head and spoke softly.

"They say a debt is settled when a person dies. If you want the money, go ask my son for it."

Seeing that Jia Zhang was so unreasonable, the street clerk felt helpless.

The other person's son just died, so even if he had all the tricks he could use, he couldn't use them, otherwise it would be bad if it got out.

Just when the clerk was at a loss, another person walked in from outside the hospital. After seeing the person, the clerk hurried to greet him.

"Director, why are you here?"

It turned out that the person who came was Director Wang from the street. Director Wang had arrived a long time ago, but he wanted to test the ability of his subordinates, so he stayed outside and did not come in.

"Xiao Zhang, handling neighborhood disputes requires a sharp mind. You need more practice."

After giving Xiao Zhang a lecture, Director Wang came to Jia Dongxu's uncles and asked.

"Hello, comrade, I'd like to ask how much money Jia Dongxu owes you?"

Facing the leader, Jia Dongxu's uncles couldn't help but feel short of breath and spoke in a low voice.

"Let's forget about the 40 or so yuan we owed ourselves, but there's still the 50 or so yuan the team owed us. We have to pay it back, otherwise I won't be able to report back."

Director Wang nodded and said.

"Now that Jia Dongxu is gone, the money he owes you will be temporarily paid by the street office. Xiao Zhang, take them to the street office to get the money. Remember to write a note."

"Okay, Director."

After Xiao Zhang took his uncles away, Jia Zhang whispered.

"My family doesn't recognize this."

Director Wang glanced at Jia Zhang, and although his face was full of disgust, he still spoke calmly.

"It doesn't matter whether you acknowledge this money or not. I will contact the steel mill. After all, Jia Dongxu is an employee of the steel mill. I believe the steel mill will not refuse to pay this debt."

When Jia Zhang heard that Director Wang would not ask her for money, she shut up.

Yi Zhonghai, who was standing by, was speechless with anger at Jia Zhang, his stupid teammate, but because Director Wang was present, he could only keep silent. After Director Wang left, Yi Zhonghai spoke without caring about the other people present.

"Sister-in-law, how could you offend someone like that? Don't you consider Dongxu's funeral? You've offended his uncles so badly. Where will he be buried?"

Although cremation was promoted in the old city at that time, the common people were quite taboo about it and usually transported the dead to the countryside for burial.

At this time, Jia Zhang also reacted. Although she knew she was in the wrong, she still insisted.

"Hasn't the street office already paid the money? Why wouldn't they let Dongxu go back?"

At this point, Yi Zhonghai became even more furious. It hadn't been determined whether Jia Dongxu's death was a work-related injury, and he had been thinking of asking the street committee to intervene and speak in his favor. Now, things had changed.

But this matter could not be brought up in public, otherwise Jia Dongxu's theft would be exposed.

However, this also reminded Yi Zhonghai that now that his elder brother Jia Dongxu is no longer around, the Jia family is no longer of any use to him, and there is no need for him to get involved in some matters.

Having made up his mind, Yi Zhonghai spoke to Liu Haizhong who was not far away.

"Old Liu, I haven't had a good rest these past two days. Please bear more of the burden of the Jia family's affairs."

After saying that, without waiting for Lao Liu to answer, he returned to the yard with his hands behind his back.

Are you kidding? No one is stupid these days. It's okay for neighbors to contribute a little, but organizing a funeral requires more than just physical effort. Nothing can be accomplished without money.

But based on Jia Zhang's behavior just now, who would dare to pay?
Liu Haizhong wasn't stupid. If it was only ten or eight yuan, he would have paid it to increase his reputation in the hospital. But was this only ten or eight yuan? Obviously not.

But he was considerate enough, as he waited until Yi Zhonghai left before speaking.

"Old Yan, the factory has only granted me two days of leave. I think you should take care of Jia Dongxu's funeral."

Okay, another one goes.

Yan Fugui is a stingy person, how could he possibly take over this mess?

"That old Liu is the same. He said he was in charge of everything. We're all neighbors, so whoever has time can lend a hand. That big guy is busy first. Alas, he's old and his body can't handle it."

After Yan Fugui finished speaking, he turned and left.

The rest of the crowd looked at each other, and finally turned away in tacit agreement. Even Sha Zhu was no exception.

The originally bustling central courtyard suddenly became empty.

This confused Jia Zhang.

How come there is no one here all of a sudden?

What about her son's funeral?
At this time, Qin Huairu walked out of the room with her belly bulging. When she saw this scene, she couldn't help but ask.

"Mom, what's going on?"

At this time, Jia Zhang had no intention of paying attention to Qin Huairu, and immediately started cursing in the yard.

"Dongxu, you just left without saying anything. How are we, an orphan and a widow, supposed to survive? Old Jia, please open your eyes and take a look. These black-hearted people watched us, an orphan and a widow, and didn't even bother to lend a hand. They just let your son lie here all alone..."

What disappointed Jia Zhang was that no matter how much she cried, the doors of the rooms around her were closed and no one came out.

After crying and making a fuss at the door for a long time and seeing that there was no effect, Jia Zhang had no choice but to change her tactics.

I have to say that Jia Zhang really has no shame at all.

He turned around and came to the door of Yi Zhonghai's house, sat on the ground and started crying.

(End of this chapter)