"How dare you!" Yi Zhonghai snorted, very dissatisfied with what the aunt said, "If we send it to her, what will happen to the Jia family? Can the kid from the Yang family still provide for us in our old age? You have to know that when we are old, we will have to rely on Qin Huairu and Shazhu."
"But the Jia family doesn't lack this. If it doesn't work, we can just send some more over another day." The aunt was kind-hearted and still wanted to try again.
She had a good relationship with everyone else in the yard. She was neither as calculating as the third aunt nor as pretentious as the second aunt. Before Yang's sister-in-law's son died, he would always greet her warmly and chat with her when he saw her.
"I told you not to go, so you're not allowed to go. Just stay at home!"
The aunt was helpless. She had no say at home, could not earn money, and could not have children. She had to listen to Yi Zhonghai no matter big or small.
With a sigh, he turned back to the kitchen.
If Li Qinghe saw this scene, he would probably advise her not to be so timid, as she would not live to the age when she would need the Jia family and He Yuzhu to support her in her old age.
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At this time, Li Qinghe was reading at home, and Lou Xiao'e was already cooking in the kitchen.
There was a knock on the door, and Li Qinghe said casually, "Who is it? Come in.
"Auntie Wang, why are you here?"
Seeing the person coming, he quickly stood up, took her thin arm and led her into the house, "Please sit down."
Sister-in-law Yang’s maiden name is Wang, but these days some old ideas are still retained, and the older generation still puts the husband’s surname first.
For example, Jia Zhangshi, her surname was Zhang, and when she married into the Jia family, she put "Jia" in front of her own surname.
"Hey, hey, thank you." Aunt Wang rubbed her hands embarrassedly, "Well... Qinghe, do you have any surplus food at home? I will definitely pay you back next month. We really can't make ends meet."
Looking at the old man in front of him who was uneasy, thinly dressed and had a pale face, Li Qinghe felt a little sad.
"Yes, yes, please sit down first and I'll get it for you."
After agreeing and helping Aunt Wang to sit down, Li Qinghe ran into the kitchen and took out a bag weighing about ten pounds, which was filled with cornmeal. This was cornmeal made from peeled corn kernels without the corn cob.
"Here, Aunt Wang, take these. I'll get you something else."
"Oh, no, no, I can't afford to pay these back. I'd better not lend it to you. I'll think of a way."
Seeing that Li Qinghe had pretended to have so much, Aunt Wang was so scared that she waved her hands repeatedly and stood up to leave.
She made money by doing odd jobs at the street office and picking up garbage, which only made seven or eight yuan a month. How could she afford to pay back so much food?
Cornmeal is fine, but this kind of cornmeal without corn cobs and ground so finely is not worth it.
Li Qinghe quickly grabbed her and stuffed the bag into her arms, "Take it, you don't have to return it, it's what I gave to Jianjun at that time.
By the way, have you been to the uncle's house? I'll accompany you to his place again and borrow some more money, so you can get by easily this month."
In his impression, although Yi Zhonghai was a rather sinister person, he would still do some superficial work. As long as the people in the courtyard could not make ends meet, he would be able to borrow at least a few kilograms of corn flour, no matter how much.
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