At the beginning of the quadrangle, I, He Daqing, approached Yi Zhonghai to collect debts

In the middle of the night, the white hair wind began to blow in the capital, and the howling cold wind blew the sky full of snow particles and hit the doors and windows, as if someone was whimpering or patting gently with their hands.

Yi Zhonghai felt a little disturbed when he heard the movement outside. He couldn't sleep well because of his guilty conscience, and the big mother beside him didn't even dare to close his eyes.

"Damn it, I'm afraid of what he's going to do with a dead ghost that has turned into ashes!"

After Yi Zhonghai muttered in a low voice, he suppressed the fear in his heart and closed his eyes to stop thinking about it.

It's just that the sound of the wind and snow outside seemed a little louder.

Early the next morning, Qin Huairu got up early and woke up Jia Zhang and the children.

Put filial piety clothes on the two children, put Sophora japonica on the bed, and then start tidying up the mourning hall.

The two candles on the altar table in the mourning hall had long been burned out, so Qin Huairu quickly lit a new candle and inserted it into the candlestick.

Then he turned on the coal stove, giving the cold main room a little warmth.

Because of funeral affairs today, an old mat was laid on the floor of the mourning hall in the main room, and then Bang Geng and Xiao Dang sat on it.

Opening the door, a gust of cold wind hit, Qin Huairu shivered involuntarily.

It's so cold.

Looking at the silver-covered courtyard outside, Qin Huairu felt inexplicably much better.

He took out the broom from the house and began to sweep the snow in the yard.

The uncle, who had been sleeping restlessly, got up when he heard the movement outside.

Seeing Qin Huairu sweeping snow outside, he quickly put on his clothes and went out.

"Huairu, I got up quite early. Let me clear the snow for you. You can arrange breakfast. The helpers will come later and want to eat."

In the north, when it comes to trivial matters, the neighbors around will take the initiative to help.

The master will also take care of meals, and some of them will take care of tobacco and alcohol if the conditions are good.

However, Qin Huairu is very good if he can take care of the white flour steamed buns and cauldron dishes.

The ingredients at home were prepared yesterday, and the uncle is the person in charge, and with the relationship between the two of them, Qin Huairu handed the broom to the uncle with a promise, and turned back to cook.

The first mother hid behind the window and saw this scene, feeling annoyed but unable to do anything about it.

With the sound of sweeping the floor in the courtyard, the whole courtyard seemed to come alive, and the neighbors opened their doors one after another and walked towards Qin Huairu's house.

"Huairu, I'll wash the vegetables for you."

"Huairu, let me cook for you"

The second uncle's family, Xu Damao and Qin Jingru also came from the backyard. As for the deaf old lady, it was too cold in the morning, so she didn't go out of the house.

At this time, Qin Huairu remembered that her natal family hadn't notified her yet, so she asked Xu Damao to go to the countryside immediately.
The third uncle and the third mother also came with a few children.

The women were busy cooking, and the men began to clean the yard. After the big pot of dishes was finished, the people from the drumming class also arrived.

Then suona and the sound of drumming began to sound.

Seeing this, the first uncle set up a table with the third uncle to keep accounts, while the second uncle stood in the mourning hall and acted as the steward.
A stove was set up in the yard, a large iron pot was set up, and the big pot of vegetables began to cook.

After a firecracker was lit at the door, the neighbors in the courtyard and alley began to come to the table to pay their respects.

Generally, it is fifty cents or one yuan. The third master keeps the accounts, and the first master is responsible for collecting the money.

He Daqing and Xiuqin saw how lively the courtyard was, so they also came to help. After paying a dollar, they went into the house to chat with the old neighbors.

However, there were only a few families in the courtyard and the alley who had a good relationship with Jia's family, and they collected less than ten yuan in total, which made Qin Huairu's face a little ugly.

When it was almost noon, Xu Damao and Qin Huairu's natal family rushed back together.

After several younger generations in the family saluted, a group of people entered the back room.

Seeing Qin Huairu's natal family's complexion, Jia Zhang knew that Xu Damao should have said everything that happened in the past two days, so she didn't go up to seek abuse.

"Huairu, Jingru's lovers on the way have told us, and it will be hard for you in the future."

After the son-in-law died, her daughter's life would be difficult in the future, which made Qin's mother have to worry.

"Mom, it's okay. I know what's going on. Let's go have dinner together later."

Qin Huairu has hundreds of dollars in his arms. With this money, the days will not be sad these days.

As for what will happen in the future, it is a big deal to remarry, but it is difficult to say these words in front of a few younger generations.

At this moment, the second uncle's voice came out.

"Neighbors, relatives and friends, after Dongxu's death, the family conditions of Qin Huairu's orphans and widowed mothers are not good, so we don't plan to have a feast today. It's all a big pot of meat and vegetables, white flour and steamed buns are enough, everyone Wait a little longer, let's eat!"

As soon as the second uncle's words fell, everyone gathered around the cauldron with bowls and chopsticks and began to serve dishes.

Qin Huairu also brought her natal family out of the back room, and began to greet everyone for dinner.

After dinner, in the afternoon, Jia Dongxu's ashes were buried in the cemetery under the management of the uncle, and the funeral was over.

After returning to the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai felt in a good mood. The matter of Jia Dongxu passed away like this, which made him worry for nothing.

"Huairu, here are all the expenses and account books, there is still a little left, I will give it to you."

The uncle handed over the rest of the money spent and the gifts received, together with the account book, and there was a lot of white cloth left over. Seeing that the cost was not much, Qin Huairu was still very satisfied, because it was his own people who knew how to save.

"Then thank you, Grandpa."

Qin Huairu didn't want to show much in front of Jia Zhang, but he still secretly gave Yi Zhonghai a wink.

Yi Zhonghai was a little embarrassed, he didn't have that kind of thought now, he hummed, got up, took his leave and left.

The first mother didn't dare to leave the house all day, and now that Jia Dongxu is dead, she feels that her time is numbered.

Just as she was thinking wildly in the room, the door creaked open, and Yi Zhonghai walked in with a smile on his face.

"Why didn't you go out to help with Dongxu's funeral today?"

Yi Zhonghai took off his coat and asked casually.

"I'm not feeling well."

In fact, both of them knew it well, but they didn't make it clear.

"Well, I'm tired, take a rest first, and remember to make dinner."

After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he lay down on the bed to rest.

The first mother sighed, and actually started to prepare dinner.

Yi Zhonghai was lying on the bed thinking of countermeasures.

The wife was obviously on guard, and Jia Dongxu had just died not long ago. If she died again, a fool would be able to see that she had something to do with him, so he wasn't going to take the risk.

And she looks so suspicious now, maybe something will happen to her someday.

Forget it, let's wait until after the Chinese New Year.

After making up his mind, Yi Zhonghai immediately fell asleep.

What he doesn't know is that his plan will never come true.

Because something unbelievable is about to happen in the courtyard