Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 431 Jia Zhang and Aunt 1 fight

One day at noon, Qin Huairu came home from get off work and cooked in the public kitchen in the yard as usual. As soon as she put the vegetables into the pot and prepared to stir-fry a simple home-cooked dish, an old lady came over, sniffed hard, and showed a dissatisfied expression on her face.

"Hey, Qin Huairu, what kind of dish are you cooking? Why is there such a strong smell of oil? It's impossible to stay in this yard." An old lady said while fanning herself with her hands.

Qin Huairu quickly explained: "Auntie, I'm just cooking a normal dish. The fire is a little high, it will be ready soon."

"Hmph, you have to be more careful too. We all live in this courtyard. You can't just think about your own convenience." The auntie kept on pestering her, muttering, "Some people can't live without a man at home. They can't even cook a meal." Qin Huairu felt very aggrieved when she heard this, but she could only endure it silently. She quickened her movements, finished the meal as soon as possible, and went back to the house.

It was a sunny day, and Qin Huairu got up early to wash the clothes at home and took them to the yard to dry. She found an empty space and just hung the clothes when a middle-aged woman rushed out of the house.

"Qin Huairu, what's wrong with you? This is the place where I always dry clothes. How can you just occupy it?" an old lady said loudly.

Qin Huairu said quickly: "Auntie, I didn't know this was the place you always used. I saw it was empty today, so I thought I'd dry it in the sun first. I'll move it out now."

"Hmph, child, you just don't have any tact when doing things." The auntie helped to tear off Qin Huairu's clothes and continued to scold her, "You said it's not easy for you to raise a child alone, but you can't always be so ignorant of rules." Qin Huairu silently took the clothes and found a place to dry them again. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of the auntie.

On the weekend, the children in the yard were playing together. Qin Huairu's child and Auntie's grandson quarreled over a toy, and both children cried. Auntie heard the crying and immediately ran out of the house, yelling at Qin Huairu's child without knowing the reason.

"What's wrong with you, kid? Why do you always bully my grandson? Didn't your mother teach you to be polite?" The aunt said in a sharp voice.

Qin Huairu heard the noise and hurried out of the house. Seeing her child crying, she felt very upset. She walked over to the aunt and said, "Aunt, it's normal for children to have some friction when playing together. Let's find out what's going on. You can't just say that to the child."

"Hmph, I think it's because you didn't educate your child well. Look at what you have done to the child?" The auntie still refused to give in. Qin Huairu had no choice but to pull the child to her side and comfort her softly. At the same time, she was also thinking about how to ease the relationship with the auntie and make life in the yard less contradictory.

Once, several aunties in the yard gathered together to chat. When Qin Huairu passed by, she smiled subconsciously, said hello and prepared to go back to the house. But before she entered the house, she heard an auntie saying there: "Some people dress up gorgeously every day, and I don’t know who they are for. Their husbands left early, and they are not content. Their children will learn bad things from now on." Some of the other aunties responded, while others looked embarrassed. Qin Huairu knew that the auntie was saying this deliberately for her to hear. She clenched the corner of her clothes tightly, and her nails almost embedded in her flesh. She took a deep breath, held back her tears, walked into the house quickly, and closed the door with a "bang". That night, Qin Huairu tossed and turned in bed, thinking about the various difficulties and ridicules that the auntie had made on her these days, and she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

One morning, Qin Huairu was preparing to cook, but found that the bucket in the corner of the yard was missing. She looked around the yard but couldn't find it, so she asked an old lady who was washing vegetables nearby: "Auntie, have you seen my bucket? It was there yesterday." The old lady didn't even raise her eyelids and said casually: "How should I know? Maybe you put it in a mess and asked me if you can't find it. There are people coming and going in this yard, so it's normal for things to be lost. Some people are just not careful and can't even take care of their own things." Qin Huairu went to ask other neighbors, but still had no news. Two days later, she accidentally saw her own bucket in the utility room of the old lady's house, with some sundries on it. Qin Huairu immediately understood what was going on, but she suppressed her anger and said calmly to the aunt, "Aunt, this bucket is mine. I've been looking for it for a long time. Did you take the wrong one?" The aunt was stunned at first, then said embarrassedly, "Oh, I thought someone didn't want it, so they left it here. You can take it." But there was no apology in her tone. Qin Huairu returned home with the bucket and sighed helplessly, wondering when such days would end.

Although Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu didn't get along well on weekdays, she was a strong and protective person at heart. Seeing the first lady causing trouble for Qin Huairu again and again, Jia Zhangshi was furious. She felt that the first lady was deliberately bullying them, an orphan and a widow, which was too unkind. She was thinking about giving the first lady a taste of her own medicine.

One day, Jia Zhang saw the opportunity. At that time, a woman was chatting with some neighbors in the yard. Jia Zhang deliberately raised her voice, walked out of the house, and said sarcastically: "Some people have nothing to do all day long, and they only know how to find fault with others, without even realizing what they are."

As soon as Auntie heard this, she knew that Jia Zhang was referring to her. Her face turned pale and red, and she replied unyieldingly: "What do you mean by that? Just say it directly, don't beat around the bush."

Jia Zhang put her hands on her hips, walked a few steps to the aunt, and said with glaring eyes: "What's the matter? Are you afraid of people talking about what you did? What's the point of bullying a widow like Qin Huairu? You keep pointing fingers in this courtyard every day, do you think no one can see your little tricks?"

The atmosphere in the yard suddenly became tense, and the neighbors stopped what they were doing and watched the quarrel quietly. Auntie was so angry that her lips trembled: "How did I bully her? I just wanted her to learn a lesson and behave properly."

Jia Zhang sneered: "Oh, rules? You set the rules? This yard is not owned by your family, so stop pretending to be so high and mighty." As she said that, she pushed the aunt.

How could the aunt stand this? She reached out to grab Jia Zhang's hair, and the two of them started fighting. The neighbors rushed forward to dissuade them, and it took a lot of effort to pull them apart. Both of them were panting, their hair was messy, and their clothes were torn. They glared at each other and kept cursing.