1959Siheyuan, a Turnaround

Yi Zhonghai, who lived opposite, had already gone to bed. He got up in the middle of the night because he was thirsty and wanted to drink some water, but found that the lights in the Jia family opposite were still on.

Through the window, he saw Qin Huairu's figure reflected on the window. She was still busy pasting paper boxes.

Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Qin Huairu was really a hardworking and willing daughter-in-law.

In the courtyard, no one said anything bad about Qin Huairu. It was a pity that she met a useless and irresponsible man like Jia Dongxu, which made her suffer a lot.

Yi Zhonghai sighed and looked at the watch. It was already eleven o'clock and Qin Huairu was still working. Could it be that Jia Dongxu had not come back yet?

He has paid a lot to ensure that Jia Dongxu will take care of him in his old age, and now Jia Dongxu cannot afford to get into any trouble.

He put on his clothes, dressed himself, and walked out of the house wearing his coat and walked to the window opposite.

He coughed twice and said to the room, "Huai Ru, Dong Xu hasn't come back yet?"

Qin Huairu was startled by the sound outside the window. She stopped what she was doing and realized it was the old man opposite. She said in a deep voice: "Yes, old man, I don't know what happened today. It's so late and you haven't come back yet."

Yi Zhonghai snorted coldly, becoming more and more dissatisfied with Jia Dongxu.

"Humph, this Dongxu is really getting more and more out of tune."

Qin Huairu didn't answer, she didn't know what to say.

The Jia family owed the eldest uncle a lot of money, and she didn't have the face to tell him that Jia Dongxu had gone out drinking.

Just then, there was a knock on the door from the front.

Yi Zhonghai frowned and looked towards the direction of the gate. Could it be that Jia Dongxu had returned?

He walked quickly towards the front gate.

In fact, all the residents in the front yard heard the knock on the door.

There was no television or mobile phones in that era, and we would eat at home after dark.

After eating, I would wash up and go to bed.

This not only saves fuel money, but also helps to continue the family line.

Ahem, the topic has gone too far, let’s get back to the topic.

The knock on the door was so loud that it would be hard for the residents in the front yard not to hear it.

Li Dahu heard the knock on the door, but did not move. He turned sideways and continued to pretend to sleep.

He didn't want to open the door for Jia Dongxu. Didn't this guy want to go out for a drink?

Then let him freeze outside the door!

Seeing that Li Dahu didn't move, Li Xinchuang didn't move either, and turned to the other side and continued to sleep.

He had already heard that it was Jia Dongxu outside the door, and he didn't bother to care about the Jia family's affairs.

If he had to say which family in the courtyard he hated the most, it would definitely be the Jia family.

It’s just because, the Jia family not only has the unreasonable old woman Jia Zhang, but also the coward Jia Dongxu.

The third uncle Yan Bugui was helpless. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but the knocking on the door kept on and kept him awake.

He stood up muttering, put on his clothes, and walked towards the door.

"I'm here, stop knocking on the door! Can't you let me sleep so late at night?"

Li Weiguo lay on the bed, pricked up his ears, and listened to the noise outside.

He wanted to come and see the excitement, but he felt that less is better.

Cover yourself with the quilt and continue sleeping.

Yi Zhonghai quickened his pace, thinking that it might be Jia Dongxu who had returned.

But I felt something was not right. Where had Jia Dongxu been and came back so late?

When Yi Zhonghai came to the front yard, he saw Yan Bugui had also gotten up.

The two looked at each other tacitly, and Yan Bugui opened the bolt.

As soon as the door opened, a smell of alcohol hit my face.

Jia Dongxu was seen standing at the door drunk, staggering from side to side and barely able to stand.

Yi Zhonghai frowned, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose.

"Jia Dongxu, where have you been? Why are you so drunk?" Yi Zhonghai asked sternly.

Yan Bugui looked at the drunk Jia Dongxu, frowning, with a hint of complaint in his tone.

"Yes Dongxu, why did you come back so late? You woke up our whole family!"

Jia Dongxu squinted his eyes and said vaguely: "Master, Third Uncle... I... I went to treat my colleagues to a drink, hehe..."

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that he didn't know what to say. He grabbed Jia Dongxu and helped him to the central courtyard.

"Look at you, you make Huairu worry at home. Don't you think about whether you still want to have a family like this?" Yi Zhonghai scolded Jia Dongxu as they walked.

When the third uncle Yan Bugui heard what Jia Dongxu said, he shook his head helplessly.

"This Jia Dongxu is really a worry. His family has so much debt, but he still goes out to treat others to drinks. He is such a fool." The third uncle muttered to himself.

He turned around and went back to his house, not wanting to bother with this matter anymore.

Yi Zhonghai sent the drunk Jia Dongxu to the Jia family.

"Dongxu, why are you so drunk..."

Qin Huairu looked at the drunk man in front of her, feeling angry and helpless.

She silently took Jia Dongxu and helped him onto the kang with great effort.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Qin Huairu's tired appearance and finally couldn't help but say a word of comfort.

"Huai Ru, don't work too hard. It's time to go to bed. I'll have a good talk with Dong Xu tomorrow." Yi Zhonghai frowned, his tone full of blame.

Qin Huairu nodded and said softly, "Thank you, uncle."

To be honest, the Jia family owes Yi Zhonghai a lot of money.

Jia Dongxu went out to drink under such circumstances, which really made Qin Huairu feel guilty towards Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai put Jia Dongxu down and went home.

Qin Huairu looked at Yi Zhonghai's departing back, her heart filled with melancholy.

She owes so much money to others, and she only makes paper boxes. How long will she be able to pay off the debt?

After Yi Zhonghai left, Qin Huairu began to sort out the paper boxes she had made.

She had to take the paper box down from the table and put it in the corner. Only after all the paper was pasted could she hand it in for money.

However, just as she was concentrating on arranging the paper boxes, Jia Dongxu, who was lying on the kang, suddenly sat up, with drunkenness and confusion flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly pounced on Qin Huairu, hugged her, and touched her all over with his hands.

Qin Huairu was startled by Jia Dongxu's sudden action, and the paper box in her hand fell to the ground in an instant.

An expression of annoyance instantly appeared on her tired face, and her eyes were burning with anger.

"Dongxu, stop it! I'm exhausted all day. Do I have an easy time to earn an extra penny? But you're out drinking with others. I wonder how much debt your family has?"

Qin Huairu said as she pushed Jia Dongxu hard onto the kang.

Her movements were firm and decisive, revealing her inner anger and exhaustion.

After Jia Dongxu was pushed onto the kang, he seemed to be even more drunk.

His face turned red and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction and anger.

"Debt, debt, debt, that's all I know!... I am crushed to death by these debts... Why should I bear these debts?... I won't pay it back! I won't pay it back!... You are my wife... Why don't you let me touch you!"

Jia Dongxu shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the silent room, sounding particularly harsh.

Qin Huairu felt sad when she heard what Jia Dongxu said.

Tears of grievance flashed in her eyes, her nose felt sore, and she couldn't help but cry.

She took a deep breath with grievance, looking at the scattered paper boxes on the ground, her heart filled with helplessness.

She squatted down resignedly and picked up the scattered paper boxes on the ground one by one, her movements slow and heavy.

After venting his anger, Jia Dongxu lay down on the kang like a puddle of mud and fell into a deep sleep, as if nothing had happened.