Siheyuan: How dare I mess with a man who is an expert in men's health?

The street office staff disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the old village chief dumbfounded.

He was speechless and secretly complained about how annoying Jia Zhang was!

However, the trouble has already been brought to him. What the staff member said was right. Jia Zhang's household registration is still there, so he still belongs to their Dayuan Village.

Even if he was dead, it was reasonable for the Jia family to send him back for burial.

The old village chief could only advise: “That... rich daughter-in-law, the big pot meal in the village has been stopped a long time ago.

As for your house, it's OK in the summer, but it's drafty in the winter, and food and shelter are both problems. Why don't you go back to the city?"

Jia Zhang didn't say anything. It wasn't because she had become obedient, but because she had been escorted all the way back and was exhausted. Moreover, she knew that even if she made a big fuss, she couldn't go back for the time being.

When she heard that the old village chief wanted to drive people away, she came back to her senses and said listlessly:

"Village chief, please untie my hands first, they are almost frozen.

If you have anything to say, let me go into the office and warm myself by the fire, otherwise I’m afraid I’ll die in this village commune.”

Seeing that Jia Zhang's lips were frozen purple, he could only sigh helplessly, untied her hands, and let her go into the house to warm herself by the fire to recover.

The old village chief went to find the accountant of the communal society who lived next door to solve the problem together. He would not talk to Jia Zhang alone in the house, after all, she was a widow.

Jia Zhang was not polite at all. She went into the house, warmed herself by the fire, drank a cup of hot tea, and finally regained some energy.

Only a few minutes later, the old village chief came in with the village accountant Liu.

Accountant Liu had no relationship with the Jia family. When he saw Jia Zhang, he was filled with hatred. He snorted coldly and sat aside without saying a word.

The old village chief continued with the previous question: "Rich wife, what do you think of what I said?

I'm sure you know what the situation is in the countryside now. Many people in the village are still going hungry. It's impossible for you to live the same way as last time.

When you came back to eat at the big pot before, I didn't bother with you for Jia Fugui's sake, but this is the only time."

In fact, Jia Fugui's face is not that valuable. He is almost a fifth-degree relative of the old village chief, not to mention that he has been dead for so many years.

At that time, the old village chief suppressed the matter only because of the commune's big pot meal activity. No one took food too seriously. Everyone worked hard together to produce food. If more people shared the meal, it was just a matter of adding a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

But now, it is impossible for Jia Zhang, an unpopular person, to eat and drink for free in the village.

Jia Zhang naturally knew the situation in the countryside. If she could return to the city, she wouldn't need any persuasion, so she could only explain in a frustrated tone:

"You think I don't want to go back, but the neighborhood office has warned me that if I go back without permission, I will be arrested and sent to a farm for forced labor."

Accountant Liu sneered and said sarcastically, "It's a bargain for you to go to the farm for transformation. At least you won't starve to death."

Jia Zhang cursed: "How can you be so evil? Everyone knows that forced labor means not having enough food but working every day. I can stand the torture for a few days. Are you hoping for my death?"

Accountant Liu nodded: "Your life is a waste of food."

"you..."

"Alright alright..."

The old village chief interrupted the two and asked seriously, "Zhang Xiaohua, are you really not leaving?"

Jia Zhang was immediately discouraged and replied helplessly: "I really have nowhere to go. I can only stay in the village for a while and find a way to go back after the storm has passed."

The old village chief looked unhappy, and after thinking for a while he said, "Okay! But I have to say something ugly first.

Take care of your own food and lodging, don't cause trouble, and don't steal, or else your legs will be broken. Don't make a fuss, or I won't help you anymore."

Jia Zhang felt a little guilty when she heard this, remembering that the last time she came back to eat the big pot meal, she was beaten up by a few old women and almost crippled.

She immediately started to complain: "Village head, you can't do this. Although my head of the family is dead, my sons and grandsons all have the surname Jia.

After all, we are all relatives. If you don't stand up for me, are you going to just watch me get bullied?

Besides, my family has been cultivating crops on our private plot in the village for more than ten years, so you should at least give me some compensation so that I won’t starve to death.”

The old village chief glared at him and yelled angrily, "Stop it! How dare you say that with your palm-sized private plot? If we don't grow vegetables in the village, will it just grow weeds?

Besides, you ate and ate too much the last time you came back, and you’ve already paid for it. No one in our village owes you anything!

If you keep saying these nonsense, get out now!"

Jia Zhang was suddenly speechless. She didn't dare to make a scene. If she offended the village chief, then there would be no one left to speak for her.

She was probably beaten to death in the village and no one helped collect her body.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, the old village chief drove her away directly: "Okay, that's it! Take your things and go back to your old house!"

Jia Zhang was somewhat desperate and begged, "My house is leaking everywhere. If I move in, I will probably not wake up tomorrow!

Please, let me stay in the commune office for two days!"

The old village chief refused, “No, this is an office space, it’s against the rules.

How about this, you pay some money, and I'll find two young men to help you clean it up, at least it won't leak, and I'll reinforce it at the same time."

"Ah! My money!"

Jia Zhang suddenly thought of something, screamed, and quickly got up and ran to open the package that had been sent back.

After opening it, she was shaking with anger. There was only a thin quilt and a set of clothes in the bundle.

Director Wang caught Jia Zhang bullying He Yushui, and the people from the street office tied her up.

She was so scared at the time that she didn't even think about her luggage. It was Qin Huairu who helped her pack the bag.

Jia Zhang gnashed her teeth and cursed, "Qin Huairu, you are such a jerk! You didn't put my pension money away properly, and you didn't pack my food. You just wait!"

In fact, she really misunderstood Qin Huairu. Her pension money had been transferred to different places several times and no one knew about it.

As for food, there are only a few pounds left at home, so I really can't bear to give it away.

Besides, last year, Jia Zhang returned to the village and became fat before returning to the city, but she was proud for a long time. Qin Huairu did not expect that Jia Zhang would starve when she returned to the village.

The old village chief was speechless, while Accountant Liu was gloating. It turned out that Jia Zhang's family had only this little property. It was really miserable.

Jia Zhang came to her senses and could only continue to beg: "Village head, you must help me, let me stay in the commune for two days, and lend me two days of food, otherwise I really can't survive.

Don't worry, I will definitely pay it back. I still have money for my retirement, and Dongxu will not ignore it."

The old village chief thought for a moment and said, “It’s definitely not okay to live here!

You can stay in the storage room at the back where the farm tools are stored for a few days. There is some hay in there, and with your quilt and clothes, you should not be cold.

As for food, it is impossible because no one has surplus food now.

Please write a letter quickly, and I will ask someone on the way to take it to Dongxu for you, and ask your family to send you money and food."

Accountant Liu also agreed: "The village chief is right. I can tell from the looks of it that you are not lacking in nutrition. You won't die from starvation even if you go hungry for a few days.

If your son has a conscience, he might send it back to you tomorrow."

Jia Zhang didn't even bother to refute Accountant Liu's sarcasm. She sat on the ground in a daze and started crying loudly.

The old village chief's face turned cold and he warned, "Shut up! It's already good enough that I let you live in the utility room. If you keep making noise, I'll kick you out of the village and make you sleep in the wilderness!"

Jia Zhang had no choice but to accept this arrangement. She continued to beg the village chief to help her write a letter to Jia Dongxu before she staggered to the utility room at the back.