Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Yan Fugui looked at He Daqing in disbelief. He only cooked one meal every one or two months, and he earned 42.5 yuan a month. He didn't even have to work at the steel rolling mill. What kind of heavenly treatment was this?

He had been teaching and educating students in elementary school for so many years, yet his salary was not as high as Qin Jingru's, who didn't have to work. This made him feel extremely unbalanced.

He Daqing also witnessed Yan Fugui's shock, and he sighed helplessly:

"Old Yan, there's nothing we can do about it. Qin Jingru's cooking skills are just better than mine."

After saying that, He Daqing patted Yan Fugui on the shoulder, not wanting to say any more to him, and walked towards the Intermediate People's Court.

Yan Fugui's face twitched a few times. He stopped watering the flowers and went back inside to tell his third aunt about it.

Soon, thanks to the gossipy Auntie San's loudmouth, the news spread throughout the compound that Qin Jingru had resigned, He Daqing had returned to the steel rolling mill as a chef, and that Qin Jingru didn't have to work, only going to the steel rolling mill once every month or two to cook a meal, and that she was paid 42.5 yuan a month.

In an instant, a huge wave swept through the entire No. 95 compound.

People like Yan Jiecheng, who would be tossed around in the wok at the third canteen, were definitely happy. But the majority of the residents were envious and jealous of Qin Jingru.

You get paid without even going to work, and the salary is so high, who can you complain to?

42 yuan a month, that's the same salary as Liu Yuhua, a level 5 fitter. That salary alone puts him ahead of most people in the factory.

In this day and age, it's no joke that people are not worried about scarcity or about having everything. Their men work hard in the factory from early morning to late at night, earning only ten to thirty yuan a month. But Qin Jingru can earn 42.5 yuan a month or two just by cooking one meal.

How long does it take to cook a meal? At most, about three hours. That means Qin Jingru can earn 42.5 yuan or even more in three hours. How can they feel balanced about that?

But there was nothing they could do; it was the factory's decision. Qin Jingru hadn't engaged in any speculation or violated any rules. Even if they were envious and jealous, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, Qin Jingru's cooking skills were better than He Daqing's, who had been a chef all his life.

at the same time.

Qin Huairu returned to courtyard number 95 with her lunchbox in hand, her face beaming with smiles.

Today, the factory had extra food, wild boar meat. With just a few words, she got Wang Mazi and Tieguai Li's food tickets. She also had something on Guo Da Piezi; every time the factory had extra food, Guo Da Piezi would give her two food tickets.

Today she bought four servings of meat and vegetables by herself, so tonight Bang Geng can finally have a good meal.

As soon as she stepped into the front yard, she heard people talking about He Daqing and Qin Jingru, which instantly dampened her good mood, and even the meat and vegetables in her lunchbox didn't taste so good anymore.

She walked back to the Jia family home step by step, as if she were in a daze. Her feelings were very complicated.

Logically speaking, Jingru is her cousin, so the better Jingru is doing, the happier she should be.

But Jingru didn't treat her like a cousin at all. She and Wang Feng ate meat every few days and didn't take care of her. Not only did she not benefit from Jingru, but she was also ripped off by Wang Feng. Her mother-in-law, Jia Zhangshi, had to pay her a full thousand yuan in compensation and was even made to squat by the fence.

The better Jingru is doing, the more jealous she becomes. They're both from the countryside who married into the city, so why is Jingru able to marry such an outstanding man, while she can only marry into a family like the Jia family? Why can Jingru live so well while she has to work herself to the bone every day to support her family? Before, she was always being used as a punching bag by Jia Zhangshi, who would beat and scold her.

Back at the Jia family home, Qin Huairu put down her bag, took her lunchbox, and went straight to the kitchen without saying a word to Jia Zhangshi or Banggeng.

Upon seeing Qin Huairu's appearance, Jia Zhangshi was enraged and burst into a tirade of curses:

"Qin Huairu, who are you giving that attitude to? Qin Huairu, I'm talking to you! Say something! Are you mute?"

Qin Huairu didn't say anything and started making steamed buns on her own.

"Hey, Qin Huairu, I'm here..."

Before Jia Zhangshi could finish speaking, Qin Huairu sighed and said:

"Mom, I'm in a bad mood today, can you please stop nagging me?"

"Okay, okay, I'll make another steamed bun later. I'm feeling really hungry today."

Seeing that Qin Huairu was in a bad mood, Jia Zhangshi didn't want to provoke her anymore. The current Qin Huairu was not the same Qin Huairu as before; now, the family depended entirely on Qin Huairu for support.

Jia Zhangshi lay in bed, waiting for dinner. Her life hadn't been as good as before. She couldn't sleep in anymore. She had to get up early in the morning to take Banggeng to school and pick him up in the afternoon.

But there was nothing she could do. Banggeng had already been kidnapped by a swindler once, and she was afraid that Banggeng would be kidnapped by the swindler again. Moreover, Qin Huairu had made it very clear that if she was unwilling to pick up Banggeng from school, Qin Huairu would remarry with Banggeng and the others. This was what she was most afraid of.

Without Qin Huairu, she would starve to death; she didn't want to go to work.

Thinking about her recent hardships, Jia Zhangshi was met with a strong smell of Chinese medicine. Looking in the direction of Wang Feng's house, she began to curse loudly:

"That damned little brat, he comes back and immediately starts brewing Chinese medicine. Why doesn't he just eat himself to death?"

When Jia Zhangshi smelled the Chinese medicine, she knew that Wang Feng's family must be brewing Chinese medicine.

......

The Intermediate People's Court, the Wang family.

Qin Jingru brought two large bowls of food to the table and said with a smile, "Brother Wang Feng, Banxia, ​​dinner is ready."

Lu Banxia tidied up the table, and Qin Jingru served Wang Feng rice first, then put some food on his plate, and the three of them started eating.

Wang Feng took a bite of braised beef and said, "Jingru, Li Huaide heard today that you're pregnant, so he gave me a sewing machine ticket and some cloth coupons, saying it's for making clothes for our future child. Do you think we should buy a sewing machine?"

Qin Jingru put down her chopsticks, nodded, and said, "Buy it! Why not buy it when we have the tickets? Brother Wang Feng, let's go buy it tomorrow. When our child is born, I want to dress the baby in clothes I made myself."

"Alright, go ahead and buy it if you want. We're not short of money. You can buy ready-made clothes directly."

Qin Jingru rolled her eyes: "How can that be the same? Anyway, I don't have to go to work now, so I can stay home and make clothes for the kids to pass the time."

"Okay then, we'll go to the department store tomorrow morning."