Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, will never be a scapegoat

Jia Zhang looked at Qin Huairu and said, "Tell me yourself, do you want to keep your dignity and let your family starve to death, or do you want to be a Qin lame man and beg for food?"

Qin Huairu lowered her head: "Why must I be Qin Quezi without dignity?"

Jia Zhang rolled her eyes and said, "Qin Huairu, this is not your own choice."

"Didn't Shazhu just say that? It's your fault that you are not even as good as a pig."

"If you work harder, you can definitely get a third-level job, not to mention a fourth-level or fifth-level job."

Jia Zhang: "If you were a third-level worker, you would have a salary of about 40 yuan a month, and you could live with dignity."

"But you are nothing and now you are still a stinky toilet cleaner. Tell me, who can you blame for this?"

Qin Huairu said nothing and still refused to accept her fate and became Qin the Cripple.

No one wants to live in a humble and undignified manner.

But, most people do the same for three meals a day. Even in the afterlife, who can live with dignity?

Qin Huairu, who had once had a glorious past, naturally was unwilling and unwilling to be so humble again.

Thinking back to her past, she had Yi Zhonghai as her backer and Sha Zhu as her bootlicker. She was in great glory in this compound. How could she be willing to bow her head and be humble to everyone she met again?

"Okay, no matter what, let's cook first. Even if you don't eat, the children will have to eat." Jia Zhang didn't expect Qin Huairu to figure it out all of a sudden.

"Mom, can't you do it once? My legs hurt so much." Qin Huairu said with a long face.

Jia Zhang was too lazy to pretend anymore and slapped her in the face: "Bitch, I'm not discussing this with you, do you hear me?"

Qin Huairu covered her face and cursed Jia Zhang again in her heart, saying that she was a piece of shit and she was so ruthless.

"Go quickly, do you want to get slapped again?" Jia Zhang shouted angrily.

Qin Huairu said aggrievedly: "Mom, I'm lame. I can't even walk without a stick."

Jia Zhang was stunned for a moment: "So, what are you crazy about, you bitch, and why did you throw the stick away."

Qin Huairu pleaded stubbornly: "Mom, I don't need this stick, can you find another one for me?"

Jia Zhang smiled: "Why, do you feel that it is humiliating and undignified for you?"

Qin Huairu: “…”

"You old bastard, you know what I mean, and you're still talking about it."

Jia Zhang: "Qin Huairu, you are so old, can you be more mature? If you can't stand this little humiliation, how are you going to live in the future?"

"Qin Quezi, you are doomed to be the one who sweeps the toilets in the future. Isn't this even more ridiculous?"

"Are you going to die?" Jia Zhang shook her head: "Just look at it, this is your fate, Qin Quezi."

Qin Huairu shook her head fiercely: "No, my fate is determined by myself, I, Qin Huairu, will not accept my fate."

Jia Zhang laughed: "My life is up to me, not God. What the hell is that?"

"Now, you should think about why you are lame and cook first. Don't starve yourself to death."

"My life is up to me, do you think you are still the young and beautiful widow you used to be?"

Jia Zhang looked disgusted and said, "Wake up, you are just an old, ugly, crippled man, Qin the Cripple."

"After you clean the toilet, you are just an old, ugly, smelly, cripple, Qin the Cripple."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jia Zhang threw the stick at the door to the side of the bed and left.

Qin Huairu was both ashamed and angry, and she wanted to fight with Jia Zhangshi. What nonsense was he telling? She, Qin Huairu, was just lame, ugly, and old.

In fact, Qin Huairu herself didn't realize that after all these days of wear and tear, she looked very old. At most, she still had charm, but her beauty was gone.

In addition, her mentality, blaming everyone and everything, like a nagging woman, her mental state was not very good, making Qin Huairu look a lot older.

In the past, no one would object if someone said she was 28, but now, even saying she was 40 seems a stretch.

However, Qin Huairu herself could not feel these things, and even if she could see them, she would still deceive herself.

Who is willing to admit that they are old, ugly and unsightly?

Qin Huairu, leaning on a crutch, cooked with the help of Xiaodang Huaihua.

After being smoked by the smoke, Qin Huairu burst into tears. She couldn't help but complain about her fate and cried about her miserable life, how she was lame and still had to cook.

"Bang Geng, you bastard, your conscience is gone, why don't you come in and help light the fire and cook?"

Qin Huairu roared in anger.

But, let alone Bang Gengren, he didn't even reply to Qin Huairu.

"Mom, you can't spoil that little bastard anymore." Qin Huairu said again.

Jia Zhang scolded directly: "Bang Geng has run outside. Even if you shout at the top of your lungs, he won't be able to hear you."

Qin Huairu: "He is such a heartless little beast. His mother was lamely cooking, but he ran out to play."

Jia Zhang was speechless: "Qin Huairu, that's enough, he is a little beast, who are you?"

Qin Huairu: "Mom, why are you still siding with that little beast?"

Jia Zhang: "If you work harder, you will earn forty a month. Not only will I support you, I will even support you."

Qin Huairu: “…”

"Why, you're silent?" Jia Zhang snorted coldly, "You know you're useless and a waste, right?"

Outside the house, Banggeng was walking and couldn't help but go outside Shazhu's house.

In the past, when Sha Zhu ate meat, most, or even all, of it belonged to his Jia family.

As Banggeng thought about it, he missed the old days even more.

You can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks every day, and you can also walk around and steal things from others in a brazen manner.

Those days were so beautiful.

Unlike now, we really have to eat coarse food and live a life worse than death.

Bang Geng is already half grown up and sensible.

Qin Huairu hadn't received any salary for almost a year, and her family was having a hard time.

"Hey, who is that? Isn't that Qin Quezi's son, the stupid one?" He Yushui said deliberately.

The door was not closed, and He Yushui spotted the stick at a glance.

After a while, his face turned black and he wanted to leave.

"Hey, silly Bang Geng, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Just shout a few times that my mom is a dead cripple, Qin Cripple, and I will give your sister a chicken leg to eat."

As He Yushui spoke, she picked up a big, fragrant and plump chicken leg.

Bang Geng stared at it and swallowed hard. At this moment, Bang Geng's heart was moved.

"Mom, don't blame me, it's just that the chicken legs are too fragrant and tempting."

Sha Zhu is not a saint and thinks there is something wrong with He Yu Shui.

In the final analysis, this is a matter of mutual consent.

"Sister Yushui, you must keep your word." Banggeng said seriously.

He Yushui nodded: "If you shout, I will definitely keep my word."

Bang Geng hummed: "My mother is a dead cripple, Qin Cripple."

"My mother is a cripple, Qin the Cripple."

He Yushui hurriedly added: "Add your mother's name in front."

Bang Geng shook his head: "No, my mother and I are very kind and filial, so one is not enough, I have to add a chicken drumstick."

He Yushui smiled and said, "Okay, two chicken legs, all for you, but you have to shout loudly for me."

Bang Geng said without hesitation: "My mother Qin Huairu is a cripple. Qin Huairu is a cripple."

"My mother Qin Huairu is a cripple. Qin Huairu is a cripple."

The stick continued to roar loudly for seven or eight times before it stopped.

Almost everyone in the compound heard it, and many people thought that Qin Huairu was crazy for letting Banggeng shout like that.

Qin Huairu was really furious in the kitchen and almost smashed the pot.