She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

As it turned out, Old Chen's judgment of people was completely inaccurate. Old Mrs. Xia was not a helpful old lady, and Widow Huang was not a pitiful woman who needed help.

She can't control her own man, so he gets jealous of her. What a terrible woman.

"I'm not going!" Widow Huang shouted.

But when she saw the questioning look in Old Chen's eyes, she felt that this wouldn't do. She couldn't leave Old Chen with the impression that she was lazy and good-for-nothing. After all, Old Chen was the most generous and easiest to talk to among all her meal tickets.

"I...it's not that I don't want to do it, I just don't want to cause you any trouble." She lowered her head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Old Chen immediately chimed in, "Yes, then let's forget about it."

He winked at Old Lady Xia, signaling her to hurry up and leave, lest this troublemaker get on her good side.

Grandma Xia pushed him away and instead took Widow Huang's arm. "It's alright, I don't mind the trouble. They're short-staffed over there. The salary isn't as good as a temporary worker's, but it's more than what you get for pasting matchboxes. You'll definitely like it, since your family is struggling to make ends meet, aren't you?"

Widow Huang tried to break free, but Old Lady Xia's arms were like steel, holding her tightly.

She wouldn't go for a job with wages even lower than a temporary worker's.

"I'll just act a little worse later, so they won't want me," Widow Huang secretly resolved.

The three of them shoved and pushed their way into a courtyard where the door was so broken it was almost falling off. From the outside, it looked like a dangerous building.

Grandma Xia pushed open the door and went in first.

Upon entering, I discovered that the place was bustling with noise and incredibly lively.

"This is a place where the neighborhood committee provides temporary work for people like you. These people, like you, have no income at home and can only come here. Some are physically disabled and unable to work, some have mental problems but are not dangerous, and there are also children whose parents have all died, so they can only come out at a young age to earn some money." Grandma Xia had only heard about this place by chance, having been pulled here by Grandma Yin to do charity work before.

The manager here is very fierce, but as long as you work hard, he won't deduct your wages. If you slack off, he won't fire you; instead, he'll keep a close eye on you and make sure you work hard.

If she still doesn't listen to the arrangements, the person in charge will explain to the neighborhood committee that a portion of Widow Huang's monthly subsidy will be deducted.

Grandma Xia felt that this place was tailor-made for people like Widow Huang who were not down-to-earth.

Widow Huang was indeed taken in for a talk by the neighborhood committee, but she pretended to be unwell and escaped. She didn't know the ins and outs; she simply didn't want to go to work.

At the same time, she didn't know that this place was the kind of place the neighborhood committee had mentioned before.

She was brought to the steward by Old Lady Xia, who introduced her to Widow Huang's situation. The steward immediately said that he would arrange a job for her and also called someone to verify the situation and register her with the neighborhood committee.

Seeing that they had arranged things for her in just a few words, Widow Huang immediately pretended to be weak and said, "I...I can't do it, I'm not in good health, I can't work."

The manager gave a dry smile; he was usually stern and rarely smiled, and this was the best he could do to appear friendly. "It's alright, comrade. Even if you're not feeling well, we've got something suitable for you here."

He thought for a moment and said, "How about this, you go and clean the toilets. It only takes two or three hours a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. After you're done cleaning, you can rest. This is the easiest job we have here."

Widow Huang's hands trembled. "I...clean the toilet?"

Widow Huang turned and ran; she would never go there, even if she were an unregistered resident.

Grandma Xia failed to catch her this time. Looking at the empty space ahead, she felt a little embarrassed, "My sister..."

The manager nodded in understanding. "It's alright. We've encountered many people who only want government subsidies but don't want to work hard themselves. Now that we know her name, we'll go see her tomorrow. Don't worry, we'll definitely persuade her."