Siheyuan: Starting as a chef in a rolling mill
19Qin Huairu’s Thoughts

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"What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?”

He Yuzhu asked as he picked up the watermelon that He Yushui had cut and ate it.

"As the old saying goes, it's like an increase in rice kindness, a decrease in rice hatred.”

"There are taboos when it comes to helping people, right?”

Yi Yongqing also picked up the watermelon and started eating.

"Qin Huairu's wife just died. We're all neighbors. It's not too much to help him, right?”

He Yuzhu finally came back to his senses.

"It's definitely a good thing for neighbors to help each other, but there's one thing. We can't rush to help others. Am I right? Brother Zhu."

"I'm just giving you a reminder. Didn't our old Beijinger say that?”

"You can't return the clay pot you lent to someone to boil medicine. You have to wait for them to ask for it!”

Yi Yongqing said.

"What do you mean?"

He Yushui asked curiously.

"I know. This clay pot is to curse people to get sick.”

"It's the same as giving a gift.”

He Yuzhu said loudly.

"Ah, yes."

"There's the same logic in helping others. You can't rush to help. If you rush to help, people will think that this is what they should do. If you don't help, then it's your fault.”

Yi Yongqing explained.

If Yi Yongqing didn't flap the butterfly's wings, He Yuzhu would definitely be controlled by Qin Huairu's family. Moreover, he wouldn't even show any gratitude.

Especially that Jia Zhangshi, the moment she opened her mouth, it made people want to give her a few slaps.

The moment he opened his mouth, he would say," Silly Zhu." He did not lack food to eat. He ate the money He Yuzhu gave him with a clear conscience. He did not know how to be grateful at his old age. He had lived his life like a dog.

"Ha, how is this enmity? What are you talking about? Sister Qin is a good person.”

With just a few words, He Yushui couldn't comprehend it. Furthermore, Qin Huairu was gentle and gentle to others. He could be considered a rare friend of He Yushui in the courtyard.

"I'm just saying it casually. You guys just listen casually. Whether you take it or not, we'll see.”

"Why don't you ask if your brother has been bringing food to Qin Huairu's house recently?”

Yi Yongqing said with a smile.

Actually, He Yuzhu was also partly responsible for Qin Huiru's scheme. Qin Huiru was such a shrewd person, but he had never been bad to anyone else. Why was he only bad to He Yuzhu?

"Isn't there a situation here?”

"An orphan and a widow, so pitiful.”

"Why isn't Qin Huairu's family from our quad?”

Without waiting for He Yushui to ask, He Yuzhu hurriedly confessed.

"Hey, hey, I was just saying. Let's look at it later.”

"I'll send some watermelons over to Madam. I'll be leaving first.”

Yi Yongqing laughed and left.

"Brother, Ren Yongqing meant well. You don't have to eat the watermelon that he gave you.”

He Yushui angrily took the remaining watermelons away. She thought that He Yuzhu had shouted Yi Yongqing away.

"Heh, I just ate a slice of watermelon. Leave me another piece."

"Are you my biological sister?"

He Yuzhu said helplessly.

Qin Huai was like home. These days, Jia Zhangshi had slowly recovered from the grief of her son's death.

As Jia Zhangshi already had neuropathic problems and her son's death made her even more sad, Qin Huairu helped her find the factory's infirmary to prescribe more painkillers.

Painkillers were comfortable when used, but long-term use would lead to addiction. If the doctor didn't know about Jia Zhangshi's condition, he wouldn't dare to prescribe more.

"Why is there only one box of vegetables today? Usually, there are two boxes.”

Jia Zhangshi muttered as she looked at the lunchbox that He Yushui had sent over.

"Rainy needs to eat after coming back from school, so she should eat something good. You can make do with it.”

"In the future, our family can't eat white noodles. The white noodles are for the stick stalks and Xiao Dang, and I'll eat cornbread.”

Qin Huairu snapped.

She didn't ask her mother-in-law to eat cornbread with her, nor did she ask her mother-in-law to eat white flour. The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was obvious.

Her mother-in-law loved to say strange things. He Yuzhu was kind enough to help her family, but she complained that she gave too little.

"Awesome, Little Dang, it's time to eat."

Qin Huairu called for the two children to eat.

These days, because of the dishes brought by He Yuzhu, she basically did not cook for dinner. She had also steamed some white steamed buns at home, enough to eat for a few days.

At night, Qin Huairu lay on the bed to rest as he thought about the days ahead.

Jia Zhangshi was old. She could do some needlework and paste a cardboard box, but she couldn't earn much money. Her two children were still so small, and the one in her stomach was about to be born. The burden of this family's life would fall on her.

The funeral expenses given by the factory were 102 yuan. The pension and her husband's salary for July could only be collected at the end of the month.

The funeral gift was 185 yuan, and with the original 35 yuan at home, there was 322 yuan.

The white flour that the Yongqing family had given him had been used up at the banquet. Qin Huairu was still young and could not bear to see her child suffer. She spent 5.4 yuan to buy 30 catties of white flour and left it at home.

It was not a problem for two adults and two children to eat until the end of the month.

However, there were still more than two months before the baby was born. By then, the hospital would have to spend a lot of money.

Eating white flour every day and eating it sparingly would cost about 80 to 90 pounds in a month. Even if there were two children in the group of four, they would still have to spend 14 to 16 yuan a month.(In these years, there was little oil and water. Eating too much of the staple food would not make you full. If you did not eat more, you would be even hungrier.)

Moreover, he still had to buy vegetables in the future. He Yuzhu could not deliver vegetables to his family every day. Moreover, they were meat vegetables.

Oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, needles, thread, fabric for the child's clothes, tuition and miscellaneous fees, etc. It would also cost a lot of money. It was impossible not to be careful.

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