Siheyuan: Master of the Fire, Eating Watermelons Online

Chapter 81: Jia Zhang's trouble, the little stick joke makes the whole room full of filial piety

"what?"

Jia family.

Hearing the shouting outside, Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu, who already had gloomy faces, both changed color.

"Damn it!"

After cursing, Jia Zhang said angrily: "Wang Weiguo, that bastard, actually sold our sewing machine."

Hearing this, Jia Dongxu replied with an unpleasant expression, "It would have been fine if he had sold it, but he actually sold it for 70 yuan. We only owe him 50 yuan, so this is a big loss."

After hearing that Wang Weiguo sold their sewing machine to Yan Bugui and made twenty dollars in profit, Jia Zhang and her son Jia Dongxu felt unbalanced.

"Mom, it's all your fault! If you had taken out your private money earlier and paid back the fifty yuan you owed Wang Weiguo, it would have been great." Looking at Jia Zhangshi on the side with a reproachful look, Jia Dongxu began to complain directly.

"Dongxu, why are you blaming me? Where did I get the private money?"

Being blamed by her own son in person, Jia Zhang was depressed and guiltily denied that she had hidden any private money.

"Mom, it's fine in front of outsiders, but do you have the heart to lie to me in our own home?" Jia Dongxu said angrily, "Don't think I don't know that you hide your private money. I give you money for medicine separately, and don't say you don't save the three yuan pension money every month!"

Mrs. Jia Zhang remained silent.

This matter can only fool outsiders. As his own son, Jia Dongxu must be clear about it.

"I just didn't want to let Wang Weiguo get away with it! Who knew that he was so cunning and unreasonable and directly used our sewing machine to pay off his debts." Speaking of this, Jia Zhang was also depressed.

No matter how much I planned, I still didn't expect this.

Wang Weiguo is such a scoundrel.

There's no way to prevent it.

Jia Dongxu was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Mom, give me fifty yuan and let's go find Wang Weiguo to get the sewing machine back."

Hearing this, Jia Zhang hesitated and said, "Dongxu, why don't we just not use the sewing machine? After all, everyone has witnessed this, and Wang Weiguo may not agree."

Jia Zhang knew very well that the fifty yuan in her hands was her money.

If she took it out, even if she replaced the sewing machine, her fifty dollars would be gone.

In the end, she still lost.

So Jia Zhang would rather not have the sewing machine.

"Mom, you're stupid!"

Seeing his own Jia Zhangshi looking like a miser, Jia Dongxu was furious and said angrily: "Wang Weiguo can sell this sewing machine for seventy yuan. If you take it outside, it will definitely be more than that.

We'll spend fifty to get the sewing machine back, and then sell it for fifty bucks, and we'll split the rest."

After hearing this, Jia Zhang's eyes lit up and she was obviously moved.

But she hesitated and said, "But will Wang Weiguo agree?"

Just now I didn't want to pay and used Wang Weiguo as an excuse, but now I am really considering this issue.

"Why doesn't he agree?" Jia Dongxu stood up and said confidently, "Our family owes him fifty dollars. Isn't it okay to just pay him back?"

"Yes! Why would Wang Weiguo disagree?"

Jia Zhang was a person who would make a fuss even if something was unreasonable. When she heard what her son said, she immediately agreed.

However, in order to prevent Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu from seeing where she hid her private money, Jia Zhang directly drove them out.

The two came outside.

Qin Huairu hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking Jia Dongxu, "Dongxu, are you really going to sell the sewing machine?"

"Huai Ru, you have seen the current situation of our family. There is no point in keeping this sewing machine. You don't necessarily need a sewing machine if you want to mend clothes or make new ones."

Jia Dongxu looked at Qin Huairu and said earnestly, "Look, other people don't have sewing machines, but they still mend their clothes and make new clothes for themselves, don't they?"

Although he did not admit it directly, Jia Dongxu's meaning was already very clear.

This made Qin Huairu feel indescribably uncomfortable.

When she was dating Jia Dongxu, besides wanting to marry someone in the city, she was also attracted by his job and the good family conditions.

The most attractive thing about the Jia family's conditions, apart from a large house that could be divided into two rooms, was the promise to buy a sewing machine.

Because of this sewing machine, Jia Zhang only gave their family one dollar as a dowry.

This amount of betrothal gift is considered small, not to mention in the old city, even in their Qinjia Village.

As a result, they are now going to sell the sewing machine.

Just now, when she saw her husband and mother-in-law discussing taking the sewing machine back and selling it for money, and then dividing it together, she felt very complicated.

"Dongxu, keep the sewing machine, I can earn some money for the family occasionally!"

While her mother-in-law was away, Qin Huairu, unwilling to give up, couldn't help but try to fight for the sewing machine to stay.

"Oh, don't use those! I, your husband, have a job and can earn money. I get a salary every month. I don't need you to work so hard."

Jia Dongxu said nice things, but in fact he looked down upon the meager money Qin Huairu earned every month.

Most of the people who come to my house are neighbors, and they only come a few times a month?

How much money can you earn by mending things?
It's only a few cents each time, and I still have to spend money on needles and thread every month. It's so stingy.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he could sell the sewing machine and then have cash on hand. This was exactly what Jia Dongxu wanted.

As if remembering something, Jia Dongxu reminded Qin Huairu again: "By the way, if mom asks about the 100 yuan again, don't let it slip."

"But my mom asked me to go home and get the hundred yuan back. Where can I go? My dad and the others didn't really take the hundred yuan. Dongxu..."

Qin Huairu almost cried.

After the meeting ended today, my mother-in-law came to me to ask for the one hundred yuan that Jia Dongxu had "borrowed for her family."

But how could she want money when she had never even seen its shadow?
Moreover.

The huge hole of one hundred dollars cannot be filled by her, not even her own family!
Jia Dongxu, who was a little irritated, didn't care about that. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'll find a way to deal with this matter. You don't have to worry about it. Just focus on dealing with Mom."

Qin Huai was numb.

How could she cope with this?

soon.

After taking out the money, Jia Zhang came to the front yard with Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu.

"Wang Weiguo, come out."

"Jia Zhang, what do you want?"

"Here's fifty dollars. Take it back and return our sewing machine to us."

"Hey, isn't your family short of money? Where did you get the fifty dollars?"

"What do you care where we get the money from? Sewing machines!"

"..."

Jia Zhang led her son and daughter-in-law, standing in the yard waving five dazzling big black tens, shouting that they wanted the money back and asked him to return the sewing machine, which made Wang Weiguo, who came out of the house, laugh.

The movement of the two naturally alarmed the other neighbors in the yard. Faced with Jia Zhang's operation, everyone was a little confused.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, where did you get these fifty dollars?"

"Can't I borrow it?"

"Who do you care who borrowed it from?"

"Who do you care who I borrowed it from? What does it have to do with you?"

"..."

Before, the Jia family was still complaining that they had no money to pay back, but the next moment they took out another fifty yuan. Obviously everyone realized that they had the money and were deliberately refusing to pay it back, and they couldn't help but make fun of them.

The Jia family took out the money now simply because they saw Wang Weiguo sold their sewing machine for seventy yuan and felt they had lost money, so they wanted to spend fifty yuan to buy the sewing machine back.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, I don't have this sewing machine anymore. It's no use looking for me."

Spreading his hands, Wang Weiguo simply became a hands-off boss.

Seeing this, Jia Zhang said unreasonably, "I don't care. You took the sewing machine from our house. You must return it."

"Haha, you guys agreed to use the sewing machine as collateral for the debt, and everyone and the three uncles personally witnessed it! And Director Wang also knows about this. If you want to go back on your word, shouldn't you ask Director Wang for his opinion?"

Seeing that Wang Weiguo directly brought up Director Wang, Jia Zhang was scared and quickly changed her mind, saying, "Then you should return the twenty to us. We sold the sewing machine for seventy, but we only owe you fifty. The extra twenty belongs to our Jia family."

"What do you mean your sewing machine? That's mine, okay?"

"Besides, what does the Jia family have to do with how much the sewing machine was sold for?"

"You have money but you still deliberately refuse to pay it back. You even go back on your word at this time. Only your Jia family can do such a thing."

"If you have the guts, call Director Wang over so we can have this discussion in public?"

"..."

In front of everyone, Wang Weiguo did not give Jia Zhang any face at all and directly launched a wave of ruthless ridicule.

Faced with Wang Weiguo's stubbornness and using Director Wang as a shield, Jia Zhang was furious but helpless.

Helplessly, she could only look at Yan Bugui who was watching the fun on the side and said directly: "Uncle, return the sewing machine to our family, and I will give you the fifty yuan that our family owes Wang Weiguo!"

Yan Bugui was enjoying the fun, but when he heard what Jia Zhang said, he lost his composure.

Did this wishful thinking fail him?
I spent sixty-nine yuan and thirty cents to buy a sewing machine from Wang Weiguo, but Jia Zhang wanted to take it away for only fifty yuan. She was taking advantage of him!
This Jia Zhang is even more calculating than him. It's simply wishful thinking.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, I bought this sewing machine from Wang Weiguo for seventy yuan. If you want to take it back, you have to return the seventy yuan to me, not a cent less."

Seeing that Jia Zhang was about to cause trouble for him, Yan Bugui took a step back.

This is a bit tricky.

It was not worth it for Yan Bugui to put himself in the quagmire, provoke the shrew Jia Zhang, and offend the Jia family just for a sewing machine.

So he decided to take back his seventy dollars and settle the matter peacefully.

Although their family had just bought a sewing machine which would soon be gone, they still made 70 cents after all.

You should know that when he bought it just now, Wang Weiguo gave him a 99% discount.

The original price was seventy yuan, but I actually only spent sixty-nine and thirty cents.

Not a loss!
With this in and out, I actually made a profit.

"what?"

"Yan Bugui, you are such a calculating person, how dare you plot against our Jia family?"

"Black-hearted maggots!"

"You have to die!"

"Old Jia, come up quickly and take a look. This old bastard Yan Bugui is bullying us, an orphan and a widow!"

"Come up and take him away!"

"..."

In anger, Jia Zhang stopped calling him "Third Uncle" and directly called Yan Bugui by his real name, and even took out her most secret undead summoning technique.

Jia Zhang's summoning of spirits and curses made Yan Bu, who claimed to be a scholar, turn pale and pale. He threatened loudly and unceremoniously: "Jia Zhang, if you dare to practice feudal superstition in front of everyone again, I will report it to the street office and send you back to your rural hometown!"

"Gah..."

Hearing Yan Bugui say this, Jia Zhang was completely panicked.

Whether it was reporting her for feudal superstition or sending her back to the countryside, both were her weaknesses, and Yan Bugui took control of both at once.

"Bullying!"

"Hey, you are bullying me!"

"I won't live anymore!"

"You guys gang up on me and bully me. What's the point of me living?"

"Jia Dongxu, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take your mother back! Do you really want to cause trouble on the streets?"

"Let go! I won't live any longer!"

"..."

Threatened by Yan Bugui, Jia Zhang cried and screamed, wanting to commit suicide.

Just as Wang Weiguo was enjoying the fun and Yan Bugui was having a headache, the five-year-old Xiao Banggeng came in from outside the crowd, looked at Jia Zhang who was sitting on the ground crying, and asked in a daze, "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Feeling the concern of her grandson, Jia Zhang went straight forward and hugged Bang Geng in her arms, crying loudly: "My dear grandson, these people bully grandma, grandma will not live anymore!"

"Grandma, what does it mean to not live anymore?"

The five-year-old little stick terrier obviously didn't understand so much and asked out of curiosity.

"Gah..."

When her precious grandson asked the question, Jia Zhang was interrupted and didn't know how to explain or what to do next.

Some kind-hearted person in the crowd explained for her: "Bang Geng, your grandmother is going to die."

"Grandma, you're going to die!"

Seeing Xiao Banggeng standing there in a daze, Jia Zhang thought that her precious grandson was distressed and couldn't bear to leave him, so she quickly said, "He won't die, grandma won't die."

however.

The disappointed voice of the five-year-old boy almost caused Jia Zhang, his grandmother, to have a cardiac arrest, and she died on the spot out of anger.

"what?"

"Grandma, you're not dead anymore!"

"I still want to eat the feast!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)