The life of Lao Liu since 1944

Chapter 155: Lao Jia is dead

Near noon, the sun shines on the earth and the air is filled with a hot atmosphere.

A young man in his twenties, wearing a steel mill work uniform, rushed into the courtyard in a hurry. His face was filled with anxiety and nervousness, and sweat slid down his cheeks, soaking his clothes.

As soon as he entered the middle courtyard, the young man began to shout loudly, "Who is Jia Zhang? Come out quickly!"

His voice echoed in the yard, startling the busy and resting neighbors. Everyone stopped what they were doing and curiously poked their heads out to see what was going on.

A neighbor pointed it out to him.

"That household is Jia Zhang's."

When the young man heard this, he hurried over and knocked on the door.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, open the door quickly. I have something to talk to you about." Because of her impatience, her voice was very loud, and slowly a crowd gathered in the yard.

Hou Jie heard the noise and came to the middle courtyard to watch the fun.

Jia Zhang, who was lying dead in the room, slowly climbed up from the bed.

She was angry with Lao Jia these past two days. He promised her to bring her some food, but there was nothing. She was very angry.

Jia Zhang opened the door angrily, and before the young man could speak, she yelled at him:

"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you calling for someone's soul? Is this your attitude when you come to someone else's house? You uneducated bastard."

The young man was choked by her words and almost forgot what he was doing. He said patiently, "Jia Zhang, your old Jia has had an accident in the factory. You should go and have a look!"

Who would have thought that Jia Zhang would say something that shocked and confused everyone present, and then she slammed the door shut, leaving behind a jaw-dropping and cruel remark:

"It's better if something happens. Why don't you just smash the bastard to death?"

The young man was completely confused by the scene. He stared at the door in front of him with wide eyes and a confused look on his face, muttering repeatedly in his heart:

"You are not a good woman! Wasn't your husband nearly killed by the beating?"

He couldn't help but take two steps back, as if he wanted to look at the place from another angle. At the same time, he looked at the neighbors around him for help, hoping that they could help him confirm whether he had found the right place and person.

"Is it the old Jia family?"

"Yes, it's his house."

The neighbors around also nodded and confirmed that this place was indeed the right house they were looking for, which made the young man even more depressed.

He came here with a mission today, and this mission is related to his personal honor and sense of mission.

So he absolutely couldn't return empty-handed, let alone leave inexplicably.

Although he was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, the young man still gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to knock on the door again.

This time his knocks were more firm and powerful, "Knock, knock, knock," each one was filled with unquestionable determination.

However, Jia Zhang, who was in the room, was completely annoyed by the knock on the door again.

She was already in a bad mood, and now she couldn't help but open the door angrily and shouted at the young man, "Are you annoying? Get out of here if you have nothing to do."

Her words were full of dissatisfaction and anger, and also made the subsequent conversation more difficult.

The young man had been hesitating whether to tell Jia Zhang the truth because he was concerned about his reputation. After all, what he was about to say was not good news.

But when he saw that Jia Zhang was still indifferent and unreasonable, he took a deep breath, decided not to hide it anymore, and told her the truth.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, your husband Jia had an accident in the factory. He was hit by a machine and is in critical condition now. You should go and see him as soon as possible!" The young man tried his best to sound calm, but his heart was full of helplessness.

When Jia Zhang heard the news, she immediately became like a cat on fire, her emotions out of control and she became completely unreasonable.

She widened her eyes and fiercely scolded the young man:

"You are dying, your whole family is dying!"

After saying that, Jia Zhang impulsively ran up to the young man and scratched his face twice. Her sharp nails left two deep scratches on the young man's face.

The young man was caught off guard by her sudden attack. Two bright red marks immediately appeared on his face, and his good temper was instantly ignited.

He also found it strange! As soon as they heard that they were coming to see Jia Zhang, everyone in this courtyard became so hypocritical, either feeling pain here or itching there, and no one was willing to help.

He began to realize that everyone knew this woman's background and knew that she was not a good person.

After the young man finished his angry shout, he slammed the door and left without hesitation, muttering something and cursing, "You are just a shrew. You can go if you want. Anyway, the dead people have nothing to do with me."

His voice echoed in the air, full of resentment and helplessness.

Before he had taken two steps, he heard a heart-wrenching cry from behind him, "Oh! Someone come quickly! The workers from the steel mill are bullying me, everyone come and judge for what is right! I will not live any longer."

The voice was so sorrowful that it seemed to come from hell. The young man suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

When he came to his senses and was about to explain, he saw Jia Zhang sitting on the ground, slapping her thighs with all her strength, howling and pointing her finger at him and cursing.

Faced with such a scene, the young man's desire to debate with him instantly vanished. He sighed deeply and turned away silently. He couldn't help but think to himself: "What bad luck! Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

Jia Zhang didn't care about that and continued to howl. She was interrupted by the neighbors in the yard. They knew Jia Zhang very well. If she continued to howl like this, who knows how long it would last!

"Jia Zhang, stop howling here and go to the steel mill!"

"That young man spoke very convincingly. This may be true. You should not delay your work."

The speaker was Jia Zhang's neighbor, an aunt who usually liked to meddle in other people's affairs. Her words were like a basin of cold water, pouring on Jia Zhang's dark and rotten heart.

When Jia Zhang heard this, she was stunned for a moment, as if her soul had been taken away by someone, and her body froze. Then, strangely enough, as if she had suddenly found an outlet to vent her anger, she slapped her thighs with both hands and began a new round of howling.

"Hey, Lao Jia, open your eyes and take a look. Without you in this world, how can we, an orphan and a widow, survive?"

Jia Zhang's mysterious actions left Hou Jie, who was secretly watching the fun in the crowd, dumbfounded.

Hou Jie thought:

"Tsk tsk, you are worthy of being Mrs. Jia Zhang. Your husband is not dead yet! You are going to attend the funeral for Old Jia soon. How much you want him to die!"

"At this time, shouldn't we go and see how Old Jia is doing?"