Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

These are all minor incriminating evidence, enough to cause Yi Zhonghai some minor trouble, but not enough to solve any major problems, so he has never used them, fearing they might backfire!

When Yan Fugui was about to go to sleep.

There was a knock on the courtyard gate.

He was the third uncle of the courtyard house and also the gatekeeper. He would close the gate at a certain time every night and received a monthly allowance of three yuan.

"Who?"

Yan Fugui smiled happily.

In most cases, people who come home late will give him a gift.

He wouldn't mind spending even a penny or a piece of candy.

Ten yuan is not too much.

of course.

Nobody would give him ten dollars.

"Hey, open the door! What are you dawdling for?"

The person outside the door called.

Yan Fugui could no longer laugh.

In the courtyard house, there were two people who, even if they came back very late and asked him to open the door, would not give him any benefits.

One of them was a deaf old lady. Given her age, she had a certain status and position. Even if he didn't give her anything, Yan Fugui could only greet her with a smile.

The other one is Jia Zhangshi.

Yan Fugui really didn't dare to take her money.

If he dared to ask for even a penny, Jia Zhangshi would block their doorway and curse him for three days and three nights.

Open the door.

Jia Dongxu helped Jia Zhangshi into the house.

Yan Fugui didn't say a word, then closed the door again and locked it from the inside.

Inserting the door from the inside works even better than locking it.

When Yan Fugui returned home, he talked about Jia Zhangshi with his third aunt.

"Jia Zhangshi is back. She must have just come back from the hospital. She smells of medicine and looks terrible. She doesn't even have the energy to scold me."

Yan Fugui sighed.

He opened the door a little slowly just now; in the past, Jia Zhangshi would have definitely started cursing him out.

"Deserve it!"

"If Yi Zhonghai hadn't been biased towards him, would it have affected your advancement?"

The three women harbored resentment towards Jia Zhangshi.

Yan Fugui and others had waited three years to advance this time.

It was ruined by Jia Zhangshi, and we have to wait another three years.

How many three-year periods does a person have from the time they start working until retirement?

Jia family.

When Jia Zhangshi and her son returned home, the stove and pot were cold, and there was no food left.

“Go to Yi Zhonghai to borrow money. If he wants you to take care of yourself in your old age, he must take good care of us, mother and son.”

Jia Zhangshi was hungry.

I can't wait until tomorrow to eat it.

"Isn't this not good?"

Jia Dongxu was somewhat reluctant.

"What's wrong?"

"Why don't you go quickly?"

Jia Zhangshi urged them on.

Having no other choice, Jia Dongxu went to Yi Zhonghai's house.

"Dongxu, why are you back?"

Yi Zhonghai was surprised. Shouldn't Jia Dongxu be taking care of Jia Zhangshi at the hospital?

"My mom has been discharged from the hospital. The doctor said her condition is stable and she can just go home and rest."

"Uncle, I've been busy taking care of my mother these past few days and forgot to buy food. I definitely won't be able to buy any tonight. Could you lend me some food?"

Jia Dongxu also figured it out.

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If Yi Zhonghai wants to provide for him in his old age and see him to his death, he must give him sufficient benefits.

Before he retired, Yi Zhonghai took care of him.

Only after retirement can he take care of Yi Zhonghai.

"Okay, I'll have your auntie go get it."

Yi Zhonghai asked an older woman to fetch some grain.

How is your mother's injury?

"What did the doctor say?"

Yi Zhonghai inquired.

"The doctor said that it was fortunate that I was brought to the hospital in time. The infected area was not large, and the infected part could be removed. I will recover quickly."

Jia Dongxu answered.

Because Jia Zhangshi was reluctant to spend money, she went to a street stall to buy medicine from a "master," which led to an infection of her burns and cost her more than forty yuan more.

But Jia Zhangshi felt no heartache at all.

The money was borrowed from Yi Zhonghai. She never had the habit of paying back money she borrowed, and she didn't believe that Yi Zhonghai would ask her for the money back.

"You can go to work tomorrow without worry."

"I'll have your aunt visit your house often and take care of your mother."

Yi Zhonghai handed a small bag of grain to Jia Dongxu.

It weighs about four or five pounds.

Jia Dongxu took it home.

"Cornmeal?"

"Coarse grains?"

What are Yi Zhonghai's intentions?

"I'm a patient, I need to supplement my nutrition, I want to eat refined grains, but he gave me coarse grains! He has no conscience!"

When Jia Zhangshi opened the bag, she immediately burst into a tirade of curses.

The coarse grains of the 1950s were the real coarse grains. The processing technology was not advanced enough, the grains were very large, and they were rough on the throat when you ate them.

"Mom, keep your voice down, it won't be good if Grandpa hears you!"

Jia Dongxu's expression changed.

Why are you so timid?

"Can he still eavesdrop under our window?"

"Dongxu, let me tell you, Yi Zhonghai is so stingy. He wants you to support him in his old age, so just agree to it and say nice things to him."

"Once he retires and there's nothing left for you to do, then kick him to the curb!"

"You're only here to support me in my old age, understand?"

Jia Zhangshi educated Jia Dongxu.

She absolutely forbids her son from supporting others in their old age.

Jia Dongxu is taking care of her alone in her old age, so she can eat and drink well. But with Yi Zhonghai and his wife also involved, her diet will definitely decline.

Jia Dongxu nodded.

Sun rise.

A new day has arrived.

Wan Ping'an returned to Liu Mu Di once again.

"Ping An, it's getting a bit cold, what should we do with these chives?"

Cai Quanwu was not worried that the leeks would freeze to death.