Becoming a big boss in the courtyard starts with pork

"Dongxu, you don't know how bad that little brat from the backyard is!"

"Look at your mother's head. The new clothes I made just for the Chinese New Year last year are all torn!"

"Your mother and I have a really bad life. Your father left early, and I am holding you up all by myself..."

Mrs. Jia Zhang was sitting on the bed, with a piece of cloth wrapped around her head from nowhere.

Looking like he was about to die, he sadly told Jia Dongxu, who had just gotten off work, about the day's events in an exaggerated manner.

From the moment he entered the house, Jia Dongxu listened to Jia Zhang's plaintive voice over and over again.

At first, he rushed to the backyard angrily, wanting to settle the score with Zhang Xing, who had just moved in.

But seeing that the door was closed and no one was there at all, I had nowhere to vent my anger, so I had to go back first.

But when Jia Zhang saw Jia Dongxu coming back like this, she immediately became unwilling.

In her opinion, even if Zhang Xing was not here, she would still have to smash a few pieces of glass against him.

"Didn't you say that he is a relative of the street director Wang?"

"If you think I just smashed the windows of his house openly like this, that would be even more unreasonable."

"Why did you say you were running into the backyard just fine? You're just causing trouble!"

After running back and forth to the backyard, Jia Dongxu also calmed down.

Although he didn't know who Zhang Xing was who just moved into the backyard, he still knew about his own mother, Jia Zhang.

Originally, he had entered the steel rolling mill and had been an apprentice for such a long time. He saw that he failed to pass the regularization examination again and again.

I was already extremely depressed in the factory. I couldn't get enough time at home, and would quarrel and argue with my neighbors when nothing happened.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she heard Jia Dongxu's complaint, Jia Zhang, who was half lying on the bed, immediately squinted her eyes, held her head with one hand, and wiped her tears with the other.

"What bad thoughts can an old woman like me have?"

"That heartless father of yours left us and my mother alone, leaving nothing but this shabby house."

"If I hadn't sacrificed my face to beg that old guy Yi Zhonghai, would you have been able to enter the steel rolling mill?"

The more Jia Zhang talked, the more excited she became. She simply sat up and howled in a crying voice.

"Who am I doing this for? Not for you!"

"Since marrying into the Jia family, what have I gained? Even my household registration is still a rural household registration."

"I didn't go to the backyard just to get an extra house for you to get married in the future. What would I do if it was for myself?"

Jia Dongxu frowned irritably.

"I'm just at work, how can I get married?"

"Besides, when I get married, doesn't our family have a house?"

"Why are you worrying about others!"

Hearing Jia Dongxu's words, Jia Zhang didn't even bother to cry anymore. With an expression of hatred for steel, she lowered her voice and said:

"You idiot, who has too little stuff?"

"Look at the cupboards and cupboards I moved from the house in the backyard. If it weren't for Yan Laoxi'er in the front yard, the recliner would also be ours."

"You have a house, and you will give me grandchildren in the future. These will all belong to my grandchildren."

"That house is next to the old deaf lady's house. When the old deaf lady dies, let's fight for her house..."

Jia Dongxu didn't expect that his mother would have such thoughts.

"You'd better think about this idea. Director Wang's relatives have moved in. Can you still chase them away?"

"Besides, the deaf old lady in the backyard always likes Zhuzi, and the uncle usually takes care of her."

"Even if she dies, her house belongs to either the pillars or the uncle."

Who knew that Mrs. Jia Zhang smiled proudly after hearing what her son said.

"Don't worry, if I'm not sure about someone else, that Yi Zhonghai, I won't dare to fight with you until I bite him to death!"

"As for that fool Si Zhu, what do you care what he does! My father doesn't want him anymore, so what qualifications does he have to compete with you."

"As long as you continue to work well in the steel rolling mill and become a workshop director next year, Director Wang will have to be polite to you when he meets you."

In Jia Zhang's view, even a man like Yi Zhonghai could become a seventh-level fitter in a steel rolling mill, and his son was more promising than him.

I heard that Yi Zhonghai is likely to be promoted to level eight fitter this year, and his salary can reach 99 yuan.

This made Jia Zhang very jealous. Before going to work every day, he told Jia Dongxu to learn all Yi Zhonghai's skills.

But Jia Dongxu, who was frustrated again and again in the regular examination, knew very well that these things are not as simple as they say.

However, since his father's death, Jia Dongxu has always listened to his mother's words.

So he said nothing more, just comforted his mother again, and then went to cook.

Even though Jia Dongxu went to work in the steel rolling mill, Jia Zhang did not work at home.

But Jia Zhang doesn't do any housework. Jia Dongxu cooks, washes clothes and cleans up the house after get off work.

At the beginning, Jia Dongxu didn't want to do it, but he couldn't bear to follow Jia Zhang's every time.

She would cry calmly and calmly about how difficult it was for her to marry into their Jia family, how difficult her life was, and how difficult it was for her as a widow to raise her son.

Over time, Jia Dongxu compromised.

Sometimes, Jia Dongxu envies his good brother He Yuzhu who lives opposite him.

He Yuzhu's biological mother died early, and his biological father ran away with a widow.

In this courtyard, there is only one sister left to depend on him.

He Yuzhu has always been called Silly Zhu, but in Jia Dongxu's opinion.

He Yuzhu is so free without the strict control of his parents.

Although He Yuzhu had just joined the canteen of the steel rolling mill as a cook, the salary was two yuan less than that of his apprenticeship.

But He Yuzhu’s salary doesn’t need to be paid.

In addition to giving his sister He Yuzhu five yuan a month to buy meal tickets at school, He Yuzhu spent the rest on his own.

That day, not to mention how moisturizing it was.

After the rice was done, Jia Dongxu put the fried Chinese cabbage on the table.

The plate of Chinese cabbage is dotted with a few splashes of oil.

"Come on, Dongxu, I'll give you this white flour steamed bun. Mom can just eat this sweet potato steamed bun."

"Mom won't eat the fried cabbage either. You've been tired after a long day at work. Mom should eat some shredded pickles."

"Just leave some soup for Mom. Mom will dip it in the steamed buns and eat it later."

Jia Zhang handed the only white-faced steamed bun to Jia Dongxu with a concerned look on her face.

A ball of dark shredded pickles was placed in front of her at some point.

Jia Dongxu looked at the white-faced steamed buns in front of him, and then at the concerned Jia Zhang. He sighed in his heart and took the steamed buns.

In fact, Jia Dongxu's current salary of 27 and eight yuan a month is more than enough even if he and Jia Zhang both eat white flour steamed buns and Chinese cabbage.

Jia Zhang herself eats white flour steamed buns and stir-fried vegetables during lunch at home.

But once I have dinner with Jia Dongxu.

It must be served with steamed buns and pickles as standard, so it’s so called.

The money saved can be used to marry Jia Dongxu and provide a child for the Jia family.

What can Jia Dongxu do? Since he was a child, he has always obeyed his mother's orders.

Looking at the steamed bun in his hand, Jia Dongxu suddenly had the illusion that it was as heavy as a mountain.