Quick Wear: Men Farming and Women Weaving

In the evening, neighbors from each household returned home from work, and the noisy sounds spread to the backyard.

Yi Zhonghai, holding a net bag in his hand, hurried to the backyard.

"The boss is back." Aunt Yi reached out and took off Yi Zhonghai's coat and put it away.

Yi Zhonghai put the lunch box in his hand on the table.

"Today the cafeteria has fried pork and cabbage. I'll pack some for you to try."

"How's Xiaobao doing today?"

Aunt Yi prepared the food, put it on the table and prepared to call her son to eat.

"Today Xiaobao went to visit the neighbor and wanted to live alone."

When Yi Zhonghai heard what the aunt said, he felt that his son was only four or five years old and was a little too young to let him live alone.

At this time, Yi Yongkang, who was in the room, heard the noise and hurriedly ran from the room to the living room.

"Dad, you're back"

Yi Yongkang hugged Yi Zhonghai's thighs tightly with both hands.

"Have you been good at home today?" Yi Zhonghai happily picked up his son from his lap, weighed his son and felt that he was a lot heavier.

"Dad, you stayed with Mom all day today and didn't run around."

"Dad, I want to live next door alone. I'm grown up." Yi Yongkang hugged Yi Zhonghai's neck.

"It's too cold now. I'm not comfortable with you living alone. I'll let you live next door after the winter." Yi Zhonghai knew that the weather in Sijiu City was extremely cold and people could easily freeze to death if they were not careful.

My son looked unhappy.

Yi Zhonghai winked at the old lady.

"Xiaobao, you can rest next door during the day, and sleep with us at night."

"I'll prepare bedding for you in two days, otherwise it will be empty and cold next door," Aunt Yi coaxed her son.

"All right"

Seeing that he had coaxed his son, Yi Zhonghai immediately carried his son to the dining table to prepare for dinner.

There were cornmeal steamed buns, coarse grain porridge, pickled vegetables cut into shreds that Aunt Yi asked He Yuzhu to help pickle, and fried eggs specially for her son.

"Wife, I may be promoted to level 7 fitter next month"

"Then the salary can be increased by 20- yuan."

After dinner, Aunt Yi was very happy when she heard what Yi Zhonghai said.

Her son has grown up slowly in the past few years, and she doesn't want to treat him badly by eating coarse grains.

Yi Zhonghai took out an envelope from his arms and told Aunt Yi.

"This is a letter from He Daqing. I will go to the Central Courtyard and give it to him after dinner."

Yi Yongkang looked at the letter with some curiosity, wondering if it was the envelope that Yi Zhonghai did not give to He Yuzhu in the TV series.

Now that Yi Zhonghai has his own son, he doesn’t care about other people’s sons at all.

In the evening, every household was having dinner or resting, and the Mediterranean chose the time to come to the central courtyard.

"Zhuzi, open the door." Yi Zhonghai came to He Yuzhu's room and knocked on the door softly.

"Uncle Yi, why are you here so late?" He Yuzhu was having dinner with his sister. He opened the door when he heard the voice.

"Zhuzi, I won't go in either. This is a letter from your father, please keep it." Yi Zhonghai took out an envelope from his arms, handed it to He Yuzhui and turned back.

He Yushui heard the voice inside and realized that it was a letter from her father. She happily ran to her brother and asked to read the letter.

After closing the door, the brother and sister came to the oil lamp, carefully opened the envelope, and took out two ten-yuan bills and an envelope from it.

He Yuzhu looked at the contents of the envelope and showed the letter to his sister with a smile on his face.

"Yushui, my father works as a chef in a factory in Baocheng."

"If you have any questions in the future, you can send letters there and he will receive them."

He Yushui is a sensitive person. Ever since He Daqing left, she has been afraid that people in the school or yard will say that she has no father.

Now that I have received the envelope from my father, I feel much more cheerful.

On the other side, at the Jia family, Zhang was directing Qin Huairu to work in a roundabout way, while Jia Dongxu just lay on the kang to rest after dinner without saying a word.

Jia Dongxu knew that no matter what he said, Zhang would not listen. If he spoke up for his wife, the situation would only get worse.

Qin Huairu cleaned up the dishes and cleaned the house with tears in her eyes. She only had a bowl of coarse grain porridge and a steamed corn bread tonight and was not full at all. Plus, she was pregnant, so her appetite was even bigger than before.

She touched her bulging belly, thinking that as long as she gave birth to a son, her mother-in-law would not bother her anymore, and prayed to the Goddess of Mercy to give her a son.

At this time, Zhang was secretly glancing at the situation in the yard from the door. Finding that there was no one in the yard, she carefully ran to the door of the shared cellar in the middle courtyard, sneaked in the cabbage, sweet potatoes and other vegetables stored by He Yuzhu, took out two or three sweet potatoes from the sack, and ran back to her room quickly.

Zhang proudly put the sweet potatoes into the stove, and while there were still sparks, she buried them in the charcoal and slowly roasted them.

"Mom, where did this come from?" Qin Huairu saw her mother-in-law's actions and the sweet potato in her hand.

"Who cares where I came from? Aren't you hungry?"

Zhang shouted at her loudly and arrogantly.

"Eat one later, don't let my precious grandson get hungry."

When Qin Huairu heard that it was her turn, she kept silent.

It was only after a few days that He Yuzhu discovered that his bag of sweet potatoes had been opened.

The hot-tempered man immediately started to publicize loudly in the yard, asking the person who stole the sweet potatoes to return the stolen food to him.

He Yuzhu guessed who stole it and felt unhappy, but he didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Several neighbors living in the middle courtyard probably knew who stole it, but they didn't say anything.

Zhang had a bad temper and they were afraid of being entangled by her.

In the end, He Yuzhu had no choice but to ask Master Lin, a carpenter in the front yard, to help him separate a small room in the cellar with wooden boards and locked all the food inside.

Several families living in the middle courtyard saw his actions and quietly asked Master Lin for help. They separated the space and locked up all the vegetables such as cabbage and radishes.

In the end, only the Jia family's vegetables were left in the cellar.

Three days later, during the weekend holiday, the street director came to the courtyard.

"The leadership decided to assign several managers to each courtyard to assist the subdistrict office."

"Help to negotiate and mediate conflicts between neighbors, and monitor every stranger in the city for hidden spies and enemy agents."

People from the three courtyards gathered in the front yard and started talking about what the street director said.

"Uncle Yi, someone with your seniority should be the manager." He Yuzhu strongly supported Yi Zhonghai to be the manager.

"It depends on the leader's arrangement." Yi Zhonghai does not think that he must be the boss.

"I'm a level six blacksmith in the steel mill and I'm qualified to be a manager." Liu Haizhong jumped out immediately when he heard that he could be a manager.

"You are able to be a manager, but I think my Dongxu is not as good as him." Zhang rolled her eyes and looked down on him.