novelPairMe Chapter 441 Three Generations of Poor Peasants
Chapter 441 Three Generations of Poor Peasants
Chapter 441 Three Generations of Poor Peasants
"Snapped!"
When Sha Zhu went up, he gave Yan Xie a big ear, and immediately stunned him.
"It's not big or small, it needs to be cleaned up!"
"The three characters He Daqing can be called by your kid? That's your grandfather!"
It was only then that Yan Jiecheng realized that he came to inform Shazhu with good intentions, but he beat him up.
"Silly Zhu, do you dare to hit me?"
"I have severed ties with the Jia family long ago, whoever He Daqing is is none of my business."
"You are sick, why beat me hard!"
Yan Jiecheng covered his swollen face, looking like a small shou who dared not speak out.
In terms of force value, he is really not Sha Zhu's opponent. With him like this, Sha Zhu can fight five or six by himself.
"Crap, be a father for a day and be a father for life, call me father, I will be your father for the rest of my life!"
"It's only natural for me to beat my son, do you understand, boy?"
Yan Jiecheng covered his face and ran away in despair, he was afraid that he would be beaten if he stayed any longer, who made his fists not as hard as Sha Zhu.
"He Yuzhu, come to the street office in a while and send the clothes and bedding to your father."
The person from the sub-district office gave a notice and left, leaving Sha Zhu standing alone at the door in a daze.
He Daqing, the street office?
No, why was He Daqing arrested by the street office? Is this going to be locked up?
"Damei, where are He Daqing's clothes and bedding, I'll send him to the street office."
"Throw it away, throw it all in the latrine!"
Sitting on the bed, Jia Zhang answered angrily.
Yesterday, the white widow acted like a mother-in-law, which made Jia Zhang very angry. In the end, it was He Daqing's bedding outfit that suffered the disaster, and Jia Zhang took it out as garbage and threw it away.
"You don't care about He Daqing's life and death. If you don't have clothes and bedding, let the sub-district office figure out a way for you. You go to the sub-district office to be criticized!"
Silly Zhu stood at the door and thought for a while with an uncertain face, then walked to the opposite door and knocked on the door of Yi Zhonghai's house.
After a while, he was seen walking out of Yi Zhonghai's house with a quilt in his arms.
Yi Zhonghai hadn't come back from get off work yet, only the first mother was at home, so Sha Zhu easily borrowed the bedding from the first mother.
Shazhu couldn't ignore He Daqing's life and death, and he didn't dare to ignore the order of the street office, and he didn't dare to go back to the house to provoke Jia Zhang, so he had to make this bad plan.
Silly Zhu hugged the borrowed quilt, deliberately bypassed the door of his own house, and then went straight to the street office.
He had to ask He Daqing himself about some things.
When he came to the sub-district office, Sha Zhu met He Daqing smoothly.
"Tell me, what's going on, isn't our He family three generations of poor peasants?"
Silly Zhu threw the quilt in his hand to He Daqing.
He Daqing was locked in a small warehouse in the backyard of the street office. The room was empty, with only a bare board bed and a broken table.
"Where's the smoke?"
He Daqing sat on the bed with his legs crossed, and rubbed his fingers towards Shazhu.
Unlike Shazhu, he has never been able to live without cigarettes in his life, and every day he doesn't smoke feels uncomfortable.
"No!" Silly Zhu replied stiffly.
He is almost dying of poverty now, and he used Jia Zhang's private money to buy medicine from Wang Gang before, so how could he have money to buy luxury goods like cigarettes for He Daqing.
"If you don't say anything, return the bedding to me. I'll take it back and return it to the uncle!"
Silly Zhu stared at He Daqing with a stern face.
He suffered such an innocent disaster, and hated He Daqing to death in his heart, so how could he show any kindness to him.
"What's the rush, sit down and talk to your dad."
He Daqing was not upset either, he didn't expect much about it, so he asked the staff of the street office to buy cigarettes for him.
Sha Zhu scanned the room and found that there was no place to sit, so he simply sat down on the threshold, far away from He Daqing.
"Where to start, or start from your great-grandfather's generation."
"At that time, Lafayette Cixi was still in power, and your great-grandfather was still the imperial cook in the palace."
"Do you know what a royal chef is? It's a chef who cooks for the emperor for Lafayette."
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He Daqing hasn't opened up his heart to anyone for a long time, but he confides all the stories he has hidden in his stomach for many years after catching Sha Zhu.
"Later, the Qing Dynasty was gone, and your great-grandfather was also gone. It happened that your grandma gave birth to me that year, so your grandfather named me He Daqing, just to let future generations remember our Great Qing Dynasty."
He Daqing patted the bed with emotion, and said with infinite nostalgia.
"Later your grandfather opened Jubinlou, but he didn't learn your great-grandfather's true biography, and the business gradually failed when it was handed down to me. I went to Tanjiacai to learn from a teacher, and then opened it on East Street. A bun shop."
Silly Zhu nodded upon hearing this.
He still had an impression of the steamed stuffed bun shop. After all, he was already in his teens at the time, and he was still helping his father sell steamed stuffed buns.
"Three generations of poor peasants, aren't they all fooling the higher-ups?"
"Find someone randomly in the entire Forty-Nine City. You can search up three generations. Who is really a commoner?"
"For example, Lao Yan in our courtyard, his family used to be the concierge of the prince's mansion, and Lao Yi, his family used to be the steward of the prince's mansion, and the big guys don't talk about anyone."
Silly Zhu continued to nod.
"I asked someone to fake the three-generation poor peasants for who is it? After all, isn't it for you? Is there anyone in the courtyard who is not? Who dares to say that his family is really a three-generation poor peasant? Lie to the devil!"
He Daqing cursed secretly, then lowered his head helplessly.
I'm not afraid of the trivial matter of falsifying my birth, but I'm afraid that the higher-ups will insist on investigating it carefully.
"Forget it, I'll take on the matter of falsifying your background. Our old He family is different from the Xu family. Our family has never been an accomplice to Lou Bancheng. You should not be fired from the rolling mill. Don't worry."
At least my own family can be better than the old Xu's, right?
"The factory canceled my skills assessment qualification, and I can only be an apprentice in the future."
Silly Zhu was finally convinced, he already knew about Xu Damao being fired from the factory, at least he was luckier than Xu Damao.
"Then be an apprentice first."
"Isn't the director of your cafeteria that kid Wang Gang?"
"I think he and your sister must be having an affair. Please beg him to get along with Yushui and ask her to help you blow the pillow more. Are you afraid that you won't be able to get along in the cafeteria?"
He Daqing is thinking about it now, since his arms are no match for his thighs for a while, he should hug Wang Gang's thighs and get over the difficulties first.
"I asked Damei to care more about the rainwater." Shazhu nodded obediently.
Situation is stronger than people, even if he is as proud as a fool, he lowers his high head in the face of reality.
It's not just about work, he also counts on Wang Gang to get his wife pregnant as soon as possible, so how dare he offend him.
Even if he knew that his sister was not clear with Wang Gang, he could only choose to turn a blind eye.
"Nonsense, it's fine if your wife doesn't make trouble, you go yourself!"
He Daqing slapped the bed board vigorously, saying that he hated iron for being weak.
Let Jia Zhang's disgusting rainwater, how did the stupid son's brain grow?