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Chapter 254 Yi Zhonghai Eyes on Qin Huairu

Hearing Jia Zhang's request, Shazhu couldn't help feeling distressed.

Of course he knew that pine coffins were better than paulownia coffins, and golden nanmu coffins were better, but didn't they have money to buy?

He has always loved the child BangGong, so he didn't want to abuse BangGong as Jia Zhang said, and he didn't want to put him in a good coffin.

A pair of old pine wood coffins costs more than 20 yuan, and the total is only 29 yuan. What about the money for the funeral?

In fact, Shazhu made a wrong account from the very beginning, and handing over Yi Zhonghai's ten yuan to Jia Zhang's hands was like throwing it into a bottomless pit.

In other words, the total budget for the funeral of the stick is actually only 19 yuan.

19 yuan is not enough to buy a coffin.

"Damei, I also want a stick to fit into a pine coffin, but don't we have enough money?"

Silly people are poor and short-sighted, so they naturally whispered.

He is now receiving the salary of an apprentice every month, and he took several leave of absence last month, and finally got paid 15 yuan.

Then hand over 12 yuan to Jia Zhang, and he will have no money left in his hand. He really hasn't saved much savings these years.

"No money, won't you borrow it if you don't have money?" Jia Zhang stared at Silly Zhu angrily, "Anyway, my grandson will sleep in a pine coffin, if you insist on fooling him with a paulownia coffin, we'll be together tomorrow." Don't get the certificate!"

Jia Zhang pinched Shazhu's soft waist hard, and motioned him to look in the direction of He Yushui.

Silly Zhu glanced over there, and saw He Yushui standing behind Wang Gang looking at him coldly, so scared that he quickly looked away.

Yushui is helping Wang Gang in the kitchen recently, and she probably saved some money, but Wang Gang is still standing behind her.

"Damei, you have saved a lot of money these years, right? If you take out another ten yuan, I will go to buy a coffin for the stick tomorrow morning, the best pine coffin!" Silly Zhu leaned into Jia Zhang's ear Said in a low voice.

Compared to asking his sister He Yushui for money, Sha Zhu felt that he should first ask his wife Jia Zhang for money.

"I have no money!" Jia Zhang was startled by Sha Zhu's words, and quickly retorted loudly.

Everyone in the courtyard looked at them one after another.

It is true that she has secretly saved more than 300 yuan over the years, but that is her coffin book at the bottom of the box, how can it be used on the stick?

A living stick is a good grandson, a dead stick is a fart.

Jia Zhang would not spend a penny for him!

"I want to quarrel and go home and quarrel, I haven't finished talking yet!" Liu Haizhong patted the table dissatisfied again.

If the prestige is not enough, then the only thing left is to slap the table to shock everyone.

"After a while, everyone will hand over the money to me, and the stick is still waiting to be buried in the vegetable cellar."

"Third Master, you will keep the accounts in a while, write a list, write down how much money you receive, and post it on the outside gate tomorrow!"

Liu Haizhong played a trick, the money has to be handed over to himself to count, Yi Zhonghai handed over ten yuan to Jia Zhang and he would not be on the list.

I donated a whole five yuan, and I am still No.1 on the list!

"That's it, the meeting is over!"

Yi Zhonghai was too lazy to pay attention to Liu Haizhong's tricks, and was the first to turn his head and walk towards the backyard.

Qin Huairu has no son now, and it just so happens that she has no son herself.

Give it a try, maybe it will work.

Backyard, vegetable cellar.

Winter in Sijiu City is always cold, and the cellar is even more chilly and windy, Qin Huairu couldn't help shivering from the cold.

Everyone went to the courtyard for a meeting, and she was the only one left here, guarding her precious son.

Qin Huairu sat paralyzed next to Banggen, his trembling hands couldn't help but gently stroked Banggen's face, trying to close his eyes for him.

On the black face of the stick stem, the two small eyes were still stubbornly opened, but the pupils had already dilated.

"Bang, don't blame mom for being cruel, mom doesn't want to do this either, but mom really can't survive a day like this!"

Qin Huairu's tears have all been dried up, and only the strong maternal love for the stick is left in her eyes.

Obviously the plan was good, using Jia Dongxu's opportunity of poisoning people this time, completely getting rid of Jia Dongxu's huge burden of losing Jia Dongxu, who would have thought that Bang Jiong would steal that skewer of roasted lamb kidneys.

Damn Jia Dongxu, do you want to take my baby stick away?

"Bang, just forgive mom and don't make mom feel bad anymore, okay?"

Qin Huairu used force to help Banggen close his eyes.

The empty vegetable cellar, accompanied by the cold corpse of the stick, this is probably a nightmare that Qin Huairu will never be able to get rid of in his life.

The baby son is dead, her husband Jia Dongxu will definitely be shot if he is arrested, and the mother-in-law will remarry Sha Zhu.

Then what should I do in the future?

Qin Huairu sat there powerlessly, with a weak and helpless look on her face.

Although I still have Xiaodang and Sophora japonica, they are both daughters, so they can't provide for themselves in the old age.

After all, I want to have another son!

Just as Qin Huairu was thinking, Yi Zhonghai pushed open the wooden door of the vegetable cellar and came down.

"Huairu, you can't come back to life after death, and you have to live on in the future. My condolences go with the changes, and don't hurt your body."

Qin Huairu didn't speak, she lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking.

Yi Zhonghai, an old fox, ran to the vegetable cellar to find him at this time, did he have any plans?

Qin Huairu thought about it, and immediately thought of Yi Zhonghai's intention.

Is he eyeing himself and wants him to give birth to a son?

"It's a pity for the child, Banggen. Tomorrow, I will ask your first mother to help Banggen. Don't worry about asking for leave. I will help you go to the second workshop tomorrow."

Yi Zhonghai said in a warm voice, and quietly put his hands on Qin Huairu's shoulders.

"take away!"

Without raising her head, Qin Huairu said coldly, her voice a bit hoarse.

The bones of the stick stem are still lying here, the old man Yi Zhonghai can't wait to touch him?

Ever since Jia Dongxu was injured and paralyzed, Qin Huairu felt that Yi Zhonghai was following him.

Although he didn't say it explicitly once, but Qin Huairu is a smart person who can play Wang Gang and Sha Zhu in the palm of his hand, how could he fail to understand Yi Zhonghai's intentions in the open and in the dark?

Taking advantage of Yi Zhonghai's greed for him, Qin Huairu took advantage of him a lot, and at the same time, he didn't let him take advantage of it.

Could it be that because the stick died and Dongxu was arrested, Yi Zhonghai felt that he could do it again?

Ha ha!

Yi Zhonghai moved his hand away embarrassingly.

Isn't Qin Huairu aware of her current situation?

"Huairu, now that the stick is gone, Dongxu probably won't be able to come back. Haven't you thought about what to do in the future?"

Yi Zhonghai sat down in front of Qin Huairu, regardless of whether the floor was dirty or not, and looked at her kindly.

Since Qin Huairu doesn't understand her current situation, he can remind her.

Qin Huairu still kept her head down and said nothing, she wanted to hear where Yi Zhonghai had the confidence.

"Your current job belongs to the Jia family, right? And the house you live in also belongs to the Jia family. Now that the stick is gone, can your mother-in-law allow you to remarry with your house and job?"

Qin Huairu clenched her fists tightly, of course she thought of what Yi Zhonghai said.

The job in the rolling mill was passed on to Jia Dongxu by his father-in-law, and Jia Dongxu passed it on to himself, and he would pass it on to Bang Geng in the future.

This is also the rule of this era, the father dies and the son succeeds, from generation to generation, it has nothing to do with personal ability.

The son of a worker will always be a worker, the son of a farmer will always be a farmer, the son of a cadre will always be a cadre...

Laozi is a hero and a hero, so that the country can be passed down from generation to generation.