Hearing the sound of the courtyard door being pushed open, Yang Meihua stood up from her seat and walked towards the door while saying to Song Zhi, "My brother should be back. I'll go out and take a look."

When Yang Meihua ran into the yard, she saw Yang Jianshe with his head hung down and a look of dejection on his face.

My heart skipped a beat. I didn't get to borrow the money again? !

Mother Yang was sick two or three times a day, and the Yang family had to borrow money from relatives every now and then. The relatives in the family were afraid of borrowing money, and they went from sympathizing and pitying at first to now wishing to sever their relationship with the Yang family.

The family were all from the countryside, and they all lived on the few acres of land. They could not save much money in a year, and could not afford the endless borrowing from the Yang family.

The key is that you don’t pay back the money you borrowed. Even though you wrote an IOU, what’s the point if you don’t have the money to pay it back?

Time is running out, and no one wants to be the victim anymore.

Whenever I saw the Yang brothers and sisters coming out, they ran faster than rabbits.

Even Yang Jianshe's uncles were scared by the money borrowed from Yang Jianshe and his sister.

Yang Meihua also knows why the relatives are avoiding them, but isn't there really nothing they can do?

If we have some other ideas, who would want to be hated by everyone?

Yang Meihua suppressed the bitterness in her heart, forced a smile, and said to Yang Jianshe, "Brother, there is a renter at home."

After hearing what Yang Meihua said, Yang Jianshe asked with all his strength, "The one who rented the house?"

Yang Meihua nodded and pointed in the direction of the main room. "There's a lesbian in there. She said she wants to talk to you about renting a house."

After a pause, she glanced at Yang Jianshe and said cautiously, "Brother, I think if someone wants to rent a house, we should rent it. There is an empty house at home. If we sell the house, where will we live in the future?"

She could live on the street, but what about her brothers and sisters? The youngest brother was only five years old, and he would definitely not be able to bear the hardship.

Yang Jianshe paused, a hint of helplessness flashed across his worried eyes, and he nodded, "I understand!"

Buying a house is a last resort, but if there is any other way, I will not buy a house.

What the plum blossom can think of, can the 놛 not think of?

Can……

Thinking of his mother lying on the kang, getting weaker and weaker, Yang Jianshe sighed helplessly in his heart.

Compared with the house, the mother is more important.

We brothers and sisters have already lost our father, we cannot lose our mother again.

Yang Jianshe followed Yang Meihua to the main room.

When Song Zhi saw Yang Meihua and her sister coming in, she quickly stood up from the stool.

Yang Meihua pointed at Yang Jianshe beside her and introduced him, "Hello, Comrade Song, this is my brother."

Song Zhi quickly greeted him politely, "Hello, Comrade Yang, my name is Song Zhi. I heard from the aunt in the village that your family has a house for rent, so I came to take a look."

Yang Jianshe raised his head and glanced at Song Zhi, his handsome face full of worry. He pointed at the stool behind Song Zhi and said, "Song Tongzhi, you sit first."

Song Zhi sat back after hearing this.

Yang Jianshe sat on a stool farthest from Song Zhi, wiped his face, opened the door and said, "I don't plan to rent out my house. I plan to sell it. Comrade Song, I'm sorry that you came here for nothing."

Yang Jianshe knew clearly that the money from renting a room was not enough to cover the cost of Yang's mother's stay in the hospital, and renting a room would not solve the current predicament.

I have decided to sell the house!

Song Zhi was stunned. She didn't expect Yang Jianshe to refuse so straightforwardly.

Although the money from renting a house is not as much as that from selling a house, where will our family live in the future after selling the house?

As for Yang's mother's illness, no one can guarantee that it will be cured after selling the house. After all, she has been ill for so many years, and it may be in the late stage.

Song Zhi didn't believe that Yang Jian couldn't think of what she could think of.

Song Zhi's eyes twinkled. She pretended to be confused and asked caringly, "Can I ask Comrade Yang why you are selling your house?"

Yang Jianshe raised his head and looked at Song Zhi, and saw the worry in her eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Song Zhi straight in the eye.

The lesbian opposite was wearing a very ordinary floral shirt, black trousers, and black cloth shoes. She didn't look like a rich person at all.

Her face wasn't particularly stunning, her skin was somewhat dark, her features were fairly delicate, and she wouldn't have been noticeable in a crowd, but she exuded a kind of confidence that a country girl didn't have.

Especially when she stares at you, you can't see the timidity and shyness of a country girl in her eyes.

She curled her lips and let you look at her calmly. Somehow, looking at Song Zhi like this, Yang Jianshe felt a little touched.

He patiently explained, "My mother is sick at home and needs money urgently. I...I don't have any other choice..." As he spoke, Yang Jianshe hugged his head in annoyance.

In his generation, Song Zhi met Yang Jianshe, and he met him when he was very successful.

At that time, Yang Jianshe was wearing a well-ironed suit and shiny black leather shoes, looking like a successful man.

This is completely different from the boy in front of him, who was wearing patched clothes, bent over by life, and forced to sell his house to save his mother.

But wouldn't Yang Jianshe be more easily moved by small favors?

Song Zhi paused and asked with concern, "Comrade Yang, are you selling your house because your mother is sick? You are so filial!"

Yang Jianshe curled his lips and said, "She is my mother, the one who gave my brother and I life. Isn't it right for me to be filial to her?"

Song Zhi's body froze. She felt that Yang Jianshe's words had a hidden meaning.

At the same time, I do not agree with Yang Jianshe's point of view.

Not all parents are worthy of their children's filial piety, Song Wenxiao and Wang Chunhua are not worthy!

I thought to myself, but I said, "Comrade Yang is right. It's not easy for our parents to raise us. As daughters, we should be filial and obedient."

Suddenly, she changed the subject and asked, "Comrade Yang, has anyone sold your house?"

Yang Jianshe was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No!"

The news of selling the house has been released for two days, and except for Comrade Song who came today, no one else came.

Song Zhi frowned and said hesitantly, "Comrade Yang, there is something I don't know whether I should say or not?"

Yang Jianshe waved his hands and said, "Comrade Song, feel free to say whatever you want to say."

"Comrade Yang, I want to say that if the house cannot be sold for a while, won't your mother's illness delay your treatment for a while?"

Yang Jian paused for a moment, then looked up at Song Zhi.

Song Zhi continued, "I have a suggestion, Comrade Yang, you should rent the empty room in your house to me first, and then use the rent money to take your mother to the hospital for a physical examination. Don't worry, I will directly pay a year's rent, which should be enough for your mother to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Of course, if someone wants to buy the house in the future, you can just return the rent to me, and I will never stay here." She paused and looked at Yang Jianshe sincerely, "Comrade Yang, do you think this method is okay?"

Yang Jianshe stared at Song Zhi again and again, and finally confirmed, "You said you are willing to pay a year's rent?"

One month's rent is not enough for Yang's mother to stay in the hospital for one day, but one year's rent, as Song Zhi said, is enough to take Yang's mother to the hospital for a check-up.

Yang Jianshe didn't know why Song Zhi helped them, but he had to say that at this moment, he was grateful to Song Zhi in his heart.

Song Zhi took out six banknotes from his pocket and handed them to Yang Jianshe. "Is this sixty yuan enough for my rent for a year?"

Yang Jianshe looked at the 꺶 Tuanjie in his hand and couldn't help but tears up.