Siheyuan: Starting from Saving Qin Huai Ru

Chapter 716 The child is still young
After entering the hut, He Daqing subconsciously covered his nose.

The smell of chicken excrement next to it is too bad!

The White Widow hasn't seen or spoken to him for almost a month.

When he was going to the main house, there was only one thing, and that was when he got his monthly salary, he had to hand it over to the White Widow.

At other times, if he went to the main room indiscriminately, he would be scolded loudly and unceremoniously by the white widow's sons.

Lying in the hut that smelled of chicken feces, He Daqing must have regretted it if he wanted to say it in his heart.

But when it comes to what he wants to do most now, he feels that it is best to be with the White Widow.

The White Widow also complained to him, saying that she had no choice but that none of her four sons was obedient and filial.

The four sons all hated their mother for finding a stepdad.

In fact, the four sons are good children with love and righteousness, but they didn't figure it out for a while; when they figure it out, they will definitely be filial to the White Widow and He Daqing.

At that time, He Daqing's good days will come.

The White Widow also once said that she would suffer together with him and live in the little black house together.

He Daqing rejected the White Widow's idea.

I am her man, so of course I have to take responsibility, isn't it just a little bit of hardship, this kind of hardship is nothing!
Besides, sincerity is as good as gold and stone, as long as these children change their minds, He Daqing believes that one day he will live a good life for his old age.

Of course, He Daqing was not completely stubborn, just waiting for the four sons of the White Widow to change their minds.

He still keeps [-] yuan of his monthly salary privately.

Five yuan, post it back to Sijiu City, and give it to my stupid son and little daughter.

Maybe, the two of them have nothing to do now... I don't know if they are married or not.

For another five yuan, He Daqing had to secretly buy something to fill his stomach, otherwise he would have nothing to eat in the morning and evening, and he would be uncomfortably hungry.

In the dark hut, I don't know how long it took, He Daqing was half asleep and half awake amidst the smell of chicken excrement and the muffled crowing of chickens, and was about to fall asleep.

With a "crash", the small door was pulled open.

Before He Daqing could figure out what was going on, he was dragged off the bed, and outside the small black room, a gust of cold night air hit, and He Daqing sneezed with his mouth open.

"Ha—Autumn!"

The person on the opposite side patted his clothes in dissatisfaction: "This old man!"

"what are you doing!"

Another person took out He Daqing's clothes and threw them to He Daqing: "Take it! Put it on!"

He Daqing was like a prisoner about to be transferred, at a loss, looking at the two strong "sons", stretched out his hand to put on his clothes, and a ticket fell out.

The person who threw the clothes was stunned for a moment and let out a smirk: "Okay, old man, he still hides money in private!"

He Daqing secretly complained that although the white widow's sons "have good intentions", there is no sign of changing their minds now, and it will be even more difficult for him to deduct a little from his future wages in private.

But he is an old man in his 60s, how can he resist this strong 30-year-old man?

He was pulled over by this man again, turned his body over and over again, and stopped when he found that He Daqing had seventy cents left.

"Mom! This old man—"

The strong man called to the main room with the lights on.

In the main room, the White Widow picked up the food, put it in the cupboard, wiped the oily seeds off the table, and then poked her head out: "You children!"

"I said earlier that you are not allowed to be rude to you Uncle He!"

"Even if you don't change your words, you can't call him like that!"

After speaking, the anger on his face disappeared, and he waved to He Daqing: "Old man, come here! I have something to tell you."

Still she loves me.

He Daqing looked at her face and couldn't help smiling: "My salary for this month hasn't been paid yet."

"It's not about salary!" The White Widow said with a smile, "I just want to ask, what is the name and age of your child who stayed in Sijiu City?"

He Daqing was startled, his face changed color.

Did they know about my postage?
How can this be done!

"This... that... why are you asking this?" He Daqing was worried.

The strong man behind him stretched out his hand to push him, and pushed him back: "If you tell me, you can say it! Old man, you fucking—"

"Third!" The White Widow looked angry, "What are you doing! Show respect to Uncle He!"

He smiled at He Daqing again: "You should be more tolerant, the children are still young and don't understand."

A brawny man in his thirties, with a wife and children, he is very active in daily comparisons and beatings, and he is still young.

He Daqing nodded: "Well, I don't blame him, I don't blame him..."

"Come talk in the main room." The White Widow said.

"Second brother, invite your Uncle He over here. Third child, call the eldest and fourth child over here."

"I really have something to tell you, don't make trouble!"

The second child pushed and pushed He Daqing, and went to the main room.Then the whole family, except for the wives and children of the four sons, went to the main room.

The white widow sat in the middle, and the four sons sat on both sides, watching He Daqing covetously.

The White Widow smiled and said, "Old man, sit down."

He Daqing nodded, looked around, looked at the warning eyes of the four "sons", and smiled dryly: "I'm standing, and it's fine, it's fine."

The white widow didn't say anything more, just sat with her four sons, looking at He Daqing who stood in the middle like a tenant farmer.

"Old man, what's the name of your child in Forty-Nine City? How old is it?"

He Daqing didn't know what she meant, and answered honestly: "There is a son named He Yuzhu, and a daughter named He Yushui."

Son He Yuzhu is over 40 this year, and daughter He Yushui is over 30 this year.

He Daqing hadn't calculated how old he was in recent years. At this time, the White Widow and her four sons were staring at him. He was quite afraid and couldn't care less about calculating.

"In his 40s, He Yuzhu..."

The White Widow smiled and handed over a newspaper.

"Look, is there him here?"

The newspaper was from a few days ago, and there were blurry photos of a group of people following a leader who had returned from an inspection tour, talking about an inspection team.

He Daqing didn't know who was inside at all, even if he squinted his eyes.

"When did you read the newspaper?" He Daqing said.

"It's not reading newspapers, but cutting a shoe pattern out of newspapers to make shoes for my grandson; there is a name called He Yuzhu, which looks familiar." The white widow said, "Is that your son He Yuzhu?"

He Daqing smiled immediately: "My son, He Yuzhu? He's a fool. Where is he in this?"

"So, your son is not here?"

The White Widow's voice became unpleasant, and the four sons all stood up with a clatter.

He Daqing was taken aback, and quickly said, "I'll take another look, let me take another look!"

(End of this chapter)