This woman is a broom star. When she was at the Yang family, she killed Lao Yang. When she came to their house, she brought even more bad luck.

Life is getting worse and worse, and now her son is almost dead. It's not her fault, but whose fault is it?

In an instant, Jia Zhang was about to find Qin Huairu and drive out this woman who brought bad luck.

But before he took two steps, the anger on his face was replaced by fear rising in his heart.

Qin Huairu took a job in her own steel rolling mill.

If we drive her out, who will take care of her in old age? Without income, will she have to go back to the countryside?

"No, no, I won't go, I can't go back. But..."

Jia Zhang's heart was constantly intertwined with struggles, and his whole person became disgusting.

People in the courtyard stayed away when they passed by.

When Yi Zhonghai came back with the old hen, he glanced at it twice and Jia Zhang just nodded blankly.

In a daze, Mrs. Jia Zhang stared at the old hen in Yi Zhonghai's hand, her lips dry.

For a long time, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then his face became calm.

She finally succumbed to reality.

However, looking at Yi Zhonghai, the Shazhu family, the Yang Xiaotao family, and other people who laughed at their Jia family.

A voice rose in my heart, "I can't just let this woman harm my family."

"Keep her, keep her in this compound!"

"Woe to all."

At this moment, Jia Zhang's eyes looked at Qin Huairu, full of revenge.

In the backyard, Liu Haizhong was drinking wine at home.

I thought that this exchange would be an opportunity for him to express himself, and then he would be favored by the leader and embark on an official career.

However, just when he was ready for everything, he was told that there was no place for him at all.

The workers at the rolling mill who attended this time were all eighth-level workers at the lowest level. He, a seventh-level forger, was not qualified to attend at all.

Contempt, naked contempt.

What seems normal to others is despising him in his eyes.

Is it possible that the seventh-level forger is not a talent of the steel rolling mill?

Bullying him into not being able to wield a hammer, right?

Liu Haizhong felt filled with passion, nowhere to release it, and endless grief and anger.

"Old man, please be patient, we still need you in this courtyard."

The second aunt was explaining to the side, "The old lady next door hasn't come out these two days, so why don't you go and see her."

"The mess in the Jia family and Xu Damao's matter. Aren't these all matters in the courtyard? As the second uncle, you can't just leave it alone."

The second aunt knows the coolness of Liu Haizhong, and these words really made Liu Haizhong regain his composure and boost his fighting spirit.

Yi Zhonghai returned home and told the matter to his aunt.

After hearing this, the aunt felt panicked. If this becomes inhumane in the future, what will she do in the future? She is not married yet!

Yi Zhonghai didn't say much and just asked Aunt Ma to stew the chicken.

Then he was about to go to the backyard to see the deaf old lady, but was stopped by the eldest lady.

Only then did I know that the deaf old lady was frightened last night and now she is hiding behind closed doors.

Yi Zhonghai frowned and went to the backyard.

The deaf old lady was sitting on the bed. She hadn't eaten anything all day and she didn't feel hungry.

What happened last night made her uneasy.

Yi Zhonghai's voice came from the door, and the deaf old lady was about to open the door.

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But I didn't want to do it for a long time, my legs and feet were numb, and I couldn't help but lie on the ground.

Yi Zhonghai heard the noise at the door and quickly banged the door, worried about the situation inside.

It took a while before I heard the deaf old lady's voice, and then the door was pushed open and closed again.

The two chatted in the house for a while, until it got dark, and Yi Zhonghai returned home with a serious look on his face.

By the time Yang Xiaotao returned to the courtyard, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

This meal was not much, but it took a lot of time.

Back in the courtyard, Wang Dashan came over to talk before he had rested.

Yang Xiaotao mainly wanted to hear the voices of the people in the hospital. After all, his behavior last night was reasonable intellectually, but emotionally a bit inhumane.

If a person like this can't save even a single child, who else can he be expected to save?

Fortunately, many people in the courtyard have come from wars, and have become accustomed to it after seeing it often.

I was used to this kind of thing, so I didn’t say much about it.

Yang Xiaotao felt much more at ease.
Chapter completed!