Get something in the courtyard

Everything was the same the next day, Qin Huairu still got up early to wash clothes.

Yi Zhonghai came out of the house with dark circles under his eyes. He had been going smoothly in his life. He was getting old and encountered so many troubles.

Qin Huairu raised his head and couldn't help but ask: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at Qin Huairu in a daze. Such a beautiful woman had taken advantage of Si Zhu, but that bastard still looked down on her.

"It's not about writing a self-criticism. I didn't finish writing it until midnight. I don't know why Old Liu got so crazy that he targeted us like that. Huairu, have you finished writing your self-criticism?"

Qin Huairu lowered his head and said perfunctorily: "I haven't finished writing yet. Master, you also know me. I only knew a few words when I was literacy. It's okay for me to read, but I can't write it at all."

Yi Zhonghai was worried that Qin Huairu had not written a self-criticism, and at the same time he was worried that Qin Huairu would ask him for help. He could still think of a way when he was busy with other things, but he couldn't really do anything about this.

"I'm going to see Silly Zhu. I'm worried that he's acting up."

Qin Huairu knew Yi Zhonghai very well. Whenever she encountered difficulties, Yi Zhonghai would come forward to help. This time he didn't care about her at all, and he was obviously unwilling to help her.

She thought to herself, you don’t want to help me, and I don’t want you to know yet.

Yi Zhonghai arrived at Sha Zhu's room and pulled Sha Zhu up from the bed.

Silly Zhu knew it was Yi Zhonghai, so he couldn't lose his temper: "Master, what are you doing!"

Yi Zhonghai didn't have such a good attitude towards Silly Zhu. He came up and asked, "What do you want me to do? Have you finished writing yesterday's review?"

Silly Zhu pointed to a few pieces of paper on the table: "What are you writing? I only wrote two words, but I was so sleepy. I really couldn't write anything."

Yi Zhonghai picked up the paper on the table and really only wrote two words. The rest of the words were like ghost drawings.

"Why can't you let me have some peace of mind? Old Liu Ming is planning to cause trouble for us. My godmother also told me to write well last night, and you promised to do it well. You can't blame me for all this."

Silly Zhu reluctantly said: "I can't write, can you blame me? My dad asked me to drop out of school and learn cooking from him. I want to go to high school like Yuyu, and I won't be so worried."

Yi Zhonghai said angrily: "What's your dad? Your dad's?"

Silly Zhu asked blankly: "My dad, He Daqing, what's wrong with you?"

Yi Zhonghai knew that he had lost his temper and said quickly: "I'm so angry with you. Didn't you call him He Daqing before? Why did you change your name now?"

Silly Zhu said helplessly: "I used to hate him because he left Yu Yu and me and didn't care about anything. Doesn't this mean that he still has some conscience and knows how to send Yu Yu's living expenses?"

Yi Zhonghai was worried that Sha Zhu would see through his plan if he thought too much, so he interrupted Sha Zhu's words.

"Well, I'm very happy that you can think so. I told you a long time ago that there are all elders in the world. When you didn't listen to me, you didn't allow others to mention Lao He's name. Otherwise, I wouldn't I will forget to give you the money that Lao He sent back."

Silly Zhu looked at Yi Zhonghai with some guilt. If it weren't for him, Yi Zhonghai would have given the money to their brothers and sisters, and He Yuyu would not have misunderstood that Yi Zhonghai had embezzled the money sent by He Daqing, let alone robbed Yi Zhonghai of half his life savings.

"Master, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Rainwater misunderstood you."

Yi Zhonghai's heart was dripping with blood, and he said generously: "It's okay, I don't care for a long time. No matter how much others misunderstand me, I still have a clear conscience. If you don't say this anymore, you should get up and write a self-criticism. Don't let Lao Liu got the handle."

Silly Zhu chuckled: "The review is easy to handle. Master, please lend me fifty cents."

"What are you borrowing money for?"

"There are only two people in our courtyard who can write reviews, one is Wang Kun and the other is the third uncle. Wang Kun will definitely not write it for us, leaving only the third uncle who wants money. I will give 50 cents and ask the third uncle to write one for me. I’ll just recite it accordingly.”

Yi Zhonghai wanted to give Silly Zhu a slap in the face. Such a good idea, why didn't he tell him earlier. If he had known, he would not have written it out until late at night. “Huai Ru didn’t write it either.”

Silly Zhu said: "That's easy, just ask the third uncle to help write two copies. First uncle, you lend me a dollar, and I will pay it back to you after the salary is paid."

This was what Yi Zhonghai was waiting for, and he agreed with a smile: "Hurry up and get dressed, and I will get you money when I go home."

After leaving Shazhu's house, Yi Zhonghai ran to Qin Huairu: "Huairu, I asked Shazhu, but he didn't write it down. But don't worry, I will pay for it later and let Lao Yan give it to you. The two of you write a copy, and you can just read it according to it when the time comes."

Qin Huairu knew that the money for writing the self-criticism must have been borrowed by Si Zhu, so he thanked Yi Zhonghai very sincerely.

Silly Zhu put on his clothes, ran to the pool to wash up, and told Qin Huairu what happened again.

Qin Huairu gave Shazhu another smile.

Yi Zhonghai took the money and took Silly Zhu to Yan Bugui's home: "Old Yan, what's going on with Old Liu? Why are you targeting me?"

Yan Bugui thought about it for a long time yesterday, but couldn't figure out the reason: "Lao Yi, you don't know it yourself, how do I know? Have you offended Lao Liu."

Yi Zhonghai said very firmly: "It's impossible. It's too late for me to beg him now, so how can I dare to offend him. Look, yesterday he asked us to write a self-criticism, so I quickly wrote it out.

Silly Zhu and Huai Ru are not so capable, yet they still ask for your help. "

Yan Bugui didn't want to write, and he didn't want to do anything that was not beneficial: "Oh, Lao Yi, why didn't you say it last night? It's too late in such a short time."

Yi Zhonghai knew that Yan Bugui was desperate for money, so he quickly said: "I won't let your help go in vain. I will pay you one yuan as a writing fee, and you can write it out for them."

If you have money, everything is easier to talk about. Yan Bugui immediately agreed: "Okay, just because of your face, I will write it out. You guys have breakfast first, and I will send it to you after I finish it."

Yi Zhonghai left the money and left Yan Bugui's home with Shazhu.

Silly Zhu asked in confusion: "Master, why are you holding me back? I'm waiting at the third master's house. I'm afraid he won't do anything after accepting the gift."

Yi Zhonghai also had this worry, but he also knew that Yan Bugui would definitely not be happy if the two of them stayed there.

"Don't make any more trouble, and don't even look at what time it is."

Silly Zhu's mind turned quickly and he suddenly understood: "Hey, I understand. It's breakfast time now. We are there to delay the third uncle's house for breakfast. The third uncle is really, how many cornbread can one dollar buy? What if we treat you to some steamed buns?"

I can be hungry.

Who doesn't know that the meals of Yanbu Gui's family are cooked per head. If someone else eats one more bite, someone in their family will go hungry.

"Okay, as long as you know. Don't offend Lao Yan at this time. Come on, go to my house to have something to eat, and we will get it checked together later."

Yan Bugui had no intention of accepting the gift and not doing anything. Instead, he didn't even bother to eat and started writing the inspection directly.

The money was so easy to make that he couldn't help but laugh.

Yan Jiecheng and Yu Li, who came to eat later, looked at Yan Bugui in surprise: "Mom, what's wrong with my dad?"

The third aunt asked them to keep their voices down: "Don't delay your father's earning money."

The two asked Yan Jiefang again, and then they knew the reason, and immediately started laughing secretly. (End of chapter)