"Your man was working overtime in the factory. I heard that he was hit by a pile of steel in the workshop. He fell and hurt his head, and blood flowed all over the ground.”
"The factory manager has already sent him to the hospital. I happened to stay in the kitchen to cook some dishes, so I found out about this.”
"I rushed over to inform you!"
He Yuzhu hurriedly finished his sentence.
Qin Huairu almost fainted on the spot. After all, she was still pregnant. Why was she shocked when she heard the news?
He Yuzhu hurriedly went forward to help Qin Huairu sit down on a chair.
Jia Zhangshi also heard He Yuzhu's words and immediately cried out. She went forward and pulled He Yuzhu.
"My son, Silly Zhu, take me to the hospital!”
Jia Zhang-shi sobbed. She had lost her husband and her son was her only support.
"Auntie, don't cry. You still have Bangtiao and Xiaodang. If they go, who will take care of them?”
"Why don't you stay at home? I'll bring Qin Huairu to check on the situation.”
He Yuzhu immediately tried to persuade her. He Yuzhu was a hot-blooded person and was neighbors with Qin Huairu's family. He would often help them out.
Jia Geng and Jia Dang, the grandsons of Jia Zhang, were still young. Jia Geng had just entered the second grade of primary school and was doing his homework. Jia Dang was only three years old. The two children were also frightened by their grandmother's crying and looked over at them at a loss.
The pot was still cooking. He Yuzhu didn't care if it was cooked or not. She scooped it out first and put out the fire in the stove. Then, she turned around and helped Qin Huiru up.
"Let's go!"
He Yuzhu said to Qin Huairu.
Qin Huairu didn't say anything either. He only felt his heart was in a mess. He kept praying that nothing major would happen.
Her beautiful face was filled with sorrow, and tears were rolling in her phoenix eyes. She looked pitiful and pitiful.
Her entire family relied on her husband's salary to survive. She usually only sewed and mended with her mother-in-law, doing some needlework to supplement the family's expenses. She was very tight.
If anything happened to her husband, she really did not know how to live the rest of her life.
"Yongqing, what was Zhu Zi shouting just now?”
Yi Zhonghai asked from the courtyard. He had been in the house earlier and could not hear clearly.
"It seems like something happened to Qin Huairu's man. You should go over and take a look.”
Yi Yongqing had lived in this era for a long time. He had seen the hard lives of the common people and had a deep understanding of it. In this era, the common people were in trouble.
His foster father, Yi Zhonghai, often helped the poorest families in the orphanage. In the past six months, Yi Yongqing would sometimes buy some sweets, melon seeds, and so on for the children in the orphanage to eat.
As they were talking, He Yuzhu helped the heavily pregnant Qin Huairu out of the house.
"Zhu Zi, what happened?"
Yi Zhonghai hurried forward to ask. Seeing Qin Huai's tearful face, he was afraid that something big had happened.
"Qin Huairu's husband had an accident and is now in the hospital. I'll bring her over to take a look at the situation."
He Yuzhu explained.
"Is it serious? I'll go with you."
Yi Zhonghai was a warm-hearted person. Qin Huairu's family was one of the poorest families in the courtyard, and he had helped them a lot.
"I can't explain the exact situation in a few words. Let's go to the hospital first.”
He Yuzhu had only heard about it, so he quickly came back to inform Qin Huairu.
There were more than 20 households in this courtyard, and there were more than 100 people. There was only one old man and one old woman, Yi Yongqing, and Qin Huairu. If the deaf old lady treated him better, he could tell the difference between good and bad.
"Do you want me to help?"
Yi Yongqing also wanted to help out, so he quickly asked.
"What are you going to do? Stay at home.”
Yi Zhonghai glared at him.
The three of them hurried to the hospital.
"As expected, the plot is still developing according to plan. Qin Huairu's husband is probably gone. What a pity.”
Yi Yongqing sighed in his heart. Looking at the chicken that he had just killed, he no longer felt that it was fragrant.
The world is unpredictable, and fate plays tricks on people.
Yi Yongqing could not help either. He had originally planned to treat He Yuzhu to a drink and ask him about his cooking skills. He could only eat with his adoptive mother and send a portion to the deaf old lady in the backyard.
The two of them waited until the latter half of the night before Yi Zhonghai and the others returned.
"There's chicken soup and steamed buns in the pot for you.”
"How's the situation?"
A middle-aged woman raised her head and asked.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Her man went and hit a big hole in his head. He couldn't be saved.”
Yi Zhonghai said with a sad face.
"He's a good person. How could he be gone just like that? What's his mother thinking?”
"I still have a wife and two children. My wife is pregnant with another child. How can we live like this?"
An auntie couldn't help but cry as she spoke.
She couldn't bear to see such a tragic thing happen in the human world and felt sad.
"Mom, don't cry."
"I feel like crying after hearing what you said.”
Yi Yongqing went to bring the chicken soup, vegetables, and steamed buns to his adoptive father and comforted his adoptive mother.
"The hospital needs to provide some manpower for her family's funeral. Yongqing, send 20 catties of white flour to Qin Huairu tomorrow as a token of our appreciation.”
Yi Zhonghai said. He originally wanted Yi Yongqing to send some of the chicken soup, vegetables, and steamed buns to Qin Huairu's family. However, considering that her family must be crying their hearts out, he didn't say anything.
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