Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

This day is New Year's Eve.

Uncle Yi paid 80 yuan for the surgery, then hurried back to the courtyard with Qin Huairu and others.

Jia Dongxu is still in a coma and is being taken care of by Jia Zhang. "Uncle Yi is back." "What's going on?" "How is Dongxu?"

Master Yi waved his hand and said, "Quick, gather everyone and hold a meeting of the whole hospital."

"Jianguo, go to the middle courtyard quickly, Uncle Yi is back." "Muzi, come out for a meeting." "Da Mao is in a meeting." Soon, everyone in the courtyard was called to the middle courtyard.

Because it was daytime and it was a holiday, there were a lot of people coming, almost all women and children came.

"Uncle Yi, please tell me quickly, how is Dongxu doing?" Aunt San asked.

Uncle Yi said seriously: "Dongxu is useless."

Uncle Er: "High amputation."

Uncle San: "Both legs are gone, but luckily he survived." "Oh my God, the sky is falling." "Why is the Jia family so unlucky?"

"Huai Ru is pregnant, how are we going to live?" The neighbors were shocked by the bad news. "Wow~~~ Dad, Dad, Dad..." Bang Geng burst into tears.

He is already in the first grade and of course understands what it means to lose both legs.

"Child, stop crying, wuwuwu..."

Qin Huairu held the stick and wanted to comfort the child, but she couldn't help crying.

The children cried, the adults cried, and many women in the yard also wiped their tears.

For a moment, the whole courtyard was filled with a sad atmosphere. "Quiet down!"

Uncle Er waved his hand and said, "I called everyone here today to talk about donating to the Jia family. Everyone knows that Huairu's family is in financial difficulty and cannot afford so much surgery and medical expenses in a short period of time.

As the saying goes, when one family is in trouble, the whole community comes to their aid. As neighbors, we must help the Jia family get through this difficult time no matter what."

“Why donate again?”

"Yes."

"We just came out of a famine, where can we get the money?" The neighbors were all a little unhappy.

The three-year famine almost emptied everyone's assets. Now that they have recovered and saved some money, they are of course reluctant to spend it.

Xu Damao frowned: "Uncle Er, isn't the factory paying for the medical expenses? There is also Dongxu's compensation. This is not a small amount. How can the Jia family be out of money?"

Uncle Yi explained: "The medical expenses and treatment costs are all paid by the factory, but the factory's money will not come down until after the New Year, so we asked everyone to donate money.

Uncle San, can you please calculate how much money is needed in total?"

Uncle San thought for a moment and said, "The surgery fee is eighty, Uncle Yi will pay for it first. The medical expenses are a little over one hundred, probably two hundred yuan."

"So much!" "Where can I get so much money?" "Isn't this going to cost lives?" Everyone was anxious.

There are only about twenty households in the yard. If everyone shares the cost, each household will have to pay nearly ten yuan.

Uncle Yi glanced at everyone and said, "The Jia family is in trouble this time. No matter what, everyone has to help the Jia family get through this difficult time.

Everyone has difficulties in the future. We are all neighbors, so we should help if we can.

Huairu is pregnant, we can't just stand by and watch her die.

I am the uncle in the hospital. I will lead by example and donate fifty yuan." "Fifty!!!" "So much." "Fuck you!"

Everyone present gasped.

Uncle Yi's family is wealthy, so donating fifty yuan is nothing to him, but it is not possible for others.

Now Uncle Yi's monthly salary is 60 or 70 yuan. He and Aunt Yi can save 50 yuan every month.

For an ordinary working-class family, with thirty or forty yuan a month, if they have few children, they can still live a decent life.

If there are too many children, there will be no money left. Old thing. Yang Muzi frowned.

It was obvious that Master Yi was determined to help the Jia family. Yang Muzi could guess why he did this.

Before the deaf old lady died, Qin Huairu took care of her for a long time.

Although Qin Huairu wanted to take the deaf old lady's house, she did take good care of her.

Therefore, Uncle Yi set his sights on Qin Huairu, thinking that when he was old, he would give all his property and house to Qin Huairu's family, and she would definitely take care of him in his old age.

Of course he was willing to pay Qin Huairu fifty yuan. Although he was not old yet, he should lick her as soon as possible.

"Thank you, thank you Uncle Yi, I will definitely return the money to you later!" Qin Huairu said with gratitude on her face.

Uncle Yi waved his hand and said, "Huai Ru, your family is in financial difficulty, this is a donation, you don't have to pay it back.

You have several children in your family. When Dongxu's pension and medical expenses come in, save some for your children in the future."

Damn it!

Everyone's faces turned black. If he didn't have to pay it back, then did everyone else's money also not have to be paid back?

After saying this, Uncle Yi looked at Yang Muzi, hesitated for a moment, and did not dare to speak.

The last time he donated supplies to Qin Huairu's family, the first person he looked for was Yang Muzi. As a result, not only did Yang Muzi not donate himself, he also prevented others from donating.

"Uncle Yi, why are you looking at me? I'm not donating. My family has no money." Yang Muzi spoke directly.

Damn it!

Uncle Yi's face was dark. What he feared was what came true. That's why he didn't look for Yang Muzi, but Yang Muzi also followed suit to make trouble.

Hearing this, Xu Damao quickly agreed: "Our family doesn't have any money, and I won't donate either."

Uncle Er looked at Yang Muzi and said, "Yang Muzi, why don't you donate?"

Yang Muzi: "Why should I donate?"

Uncle Yi: "Yang Muzi, everyone knows that your family has the best life among the people in the courtyard. Dongxu is lying in bed, waiting for money for treatment. If you don't donate money, are you going to watch him die?"

"that is!"

Uncle Er shouted: "You have serious ideological and moral problems. You must donate money today."

"joke!"

Yang Muzi sneered: "Uncle Yi, Uncle Er, when my mother was bedridden and I asked you to borrow money, what did you say? You wouldn't have forgotten it so quickly, right?"

"This……"

"I…"

Uncle One and Uncle Two were speechless.

Indeed, when Yang Muzi's mother was sick, she asked them to borrow money, but they just made up an excuse and didn't lend her a penny.

Yang Muzi's voice turned cold: "If you had lent me money at the beginning, if I had money to treat my mother's illness, my mother would have passed away so early. You can watch my mother die, why can't I watch Jia Dongxu die? You still want me to donate money, but I don't have a penny."

The last sentence was said with absolute certainty. "Yes, Muzi is right!"

"You forgot how Muzi's mother died." "Why didn't Uncle Yi allow us to donate money at that time?"

"I understand. Dongxu is Master Yi's apprentice. Their two families have a good relationship."

The neighbors began to murmur.

Just imagine, they donated money to Jia Dongxu today. If their family encountered the same situation as Jia Dongxu, would Uncle Yi gather everyone to donate money?

The answer is no. Not to mention Yang Muzi, when many families in the courtyard were in trouble in the past, Uncle Yi didn't do a thing.

He just cares more about Jia Dongxu's family.

Listening to the neighbors' discussions, Uncle Yi's face turned very dark. If this continued, today's donation would be ruined by Yang Muzi.

"Yang Muzi, if you don't want to donate, just forget it, but don't try to mislead people here." Uncle Yi said dissatisfiedly.

"Do you want to know why Uncle Yi asked us to donate money to the Jia family?" Yang Muzi looked at everyone and ignored Uncle Yi.

"Why?" "Muzi, tell me?" "Tell me quickly."

Yang Muzi sneered, "Because Master Yi is a family without a family, he wants the Jia family to take care of him in his old age, so he treats the Jia family very well."

"What?"

"So that's how it is?" "No wonder!" Everyone looked as if they had suddenly realized something.

Yang Muzi's words revealed Uncle Yi's true colors. Uncle Yi's face was pulled long and looked gloomier than a dead person.

"Yang Muzi, you are talking nonsense. When the deaf old lady passed away, I paid for her funeral."

"Hahaha!"

Yang Muzi laughed: "You donated money to the old lady because you wanted her house, but you didn't know that Qin Huairu signed an agreement with the deaf old lady, and you didn't know that the house was in my name.

Otherwise, you would be so kind to take the money.

When Sister Liang’s husband died, did you take the money? When my mother had no money to buy a coffin, did you take the money? " "You..."

Yang Muzi's words made Uncle Yi feel like he was struck by lightning, and he couldn't help but take several steps back.

"I see. No wonder Mr. Yi bought a coffin for the deaf old lady. He had a plan."

"Why is Uncle Yi like this?"

"This is a serious ideological and moral issue." "So Uncle Yi is so bad." Everyone saw Uncle Yi's face change.

Only then did I realize that the sanctimonious Mr. Yi was the worst person. For his own selfish desires, he asked everyone in the hospital to donate. "We don't have money, I won't donate!"

"I won't donate either!" "No money, leave!"

“Go, go, go!”

The neighbors all ran away. "Wow~~~ Yang Muzi, you're going too far." Qin Huairu burst into tears.

Yang Muzi was unmoved and sneered, "It's your own fault that you have come to this point. You can't blame others."

"you..."

Qin Huairu trembled, not knowing how to refute. What she did had really broken Yang Muzi's heart.

When Yang Muzi's mother died of illness, she not only showed no sympathy, but also forced Yang Muzi to cancel the engagement.

Now that their family has problems, they want to ask Yang Muzi for help again. Isn't this a joke?

I'm afraid that even if she died in front of Yang Muzi now, no one would even look at her.

"Muzi, everything has passed. I apologize to you. Please let bygones be bygones."

"Humph!"

Yang Muzi sneered: "You are so hypocritical, Qin Huairu. I feel sick just looking at you now. Goodbye."

After saying that, Yang Muzi went straight back to the backyard.

"Huai Ru, your uncle's family is in financial difficulty, so there's not much we can do to help you. Here's ten dollars."

"Huai Ru, take these two dollars. Third uncle's family really has no money." Second uncle took out ten dollars and third uncle took out two dollars.

After giving the money, the two of them left, leaving only Uncle Yi and Qin Huairu in the yard.

"Uncle Yi, please help me! You are the only one who can help our family now." Qin Huairu knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

"This……"

Uncle Yi is at a loss.

If he doesn't help, Qin Huairu will definitely have a grudge against him. He still has to rely on her for his retirement, and he can't let her feel disappointed.