“Thank you, Squad Leader.”
Hu Nanpeng touched the bloodstains on his face and said worriedly, “That old woman scratched me like this, how am I going to go home?”
“Why can’t you go home? Just go home normally.”
Wang Lif asked, confused.
“My wife will suspect I was out messing around.”
“Squad Leader, please write me a statement, proving that I was injured due to work.”
Hu Nanpeng said.
“No problem.”
Wang Lif waved his hand, took out a notebook and pen, and quickly wrote a proof.
“Squad Leader, given the injuries on my face, shouldn’t I go to the hospital?”
Hu Nanpeng said again.
“Alright, you can go home and rest. Take good care of your injuries. Report to work as usual tomorrow, don’t delay.”
Wang Lif said with a laugh.
“Got it.”
Hu Nanpeng stood up.
He went back to his workstation to pack his tools.
Yi Zhonghai saw several bloodstains on Hu Nanpeng’s face and secretly rejoiced.
His evasion this time was absolutely correct.
If he had faced the impact of Jia Zhangshi, his outcome would have been even worse than Hu Nanpeng’s.
Moreover, he and Jia Zhangshi lived in the same Courtyard. If Jia Zhangshi held a grudge against him, how could anything good come of it?
‘The Siheyuan (Courtyard) must be in chaos now. The Jia Family will definitely come to the Rolling Mill to cause trouble later. I need to avoid them.’
Yi Zhonghai thought to himself.
He had to wait until Jia Zhangshi accepted that Jia Dongxu had died and wanted compensation before he would appear.
Everything before that was a minefield; he couldn't handle it.
Chen Jianye worked for two hours, then rested for a few minutes.
While drinking water, he saw Yi Zhonghai proactively approach Wang Lif to talk.
‘What is Yi Zhonghai up to now? This old man doesn’t take any responsibility; he’s too clever.’
Chen Jianye frowned, then relaxed.
He had already done what he wanted to do; his most important task now was to prioritize improving his skill level.
Other matters were none of his concern.
“Squad Leader, I’m feeling a bit unwell and need to go home to check.”
“I’m also worried about the Jia Family’s situation.”
Yi Zhonghai found Wang Lif and said earnestly.
“Lao Yi, honestly, even if you didn’t say anything, I would have wanted you to go home and check on the Jia Family’s situation.”
“Sigh, such a big incident happened in the squad. I know you must be feeling bad, but as an old employee, I hope you can take on more responsibility.”
Wang Lif said happily.
“That’s what I was thinking too. Although Dongxu is gone, I am very grieved.”
“But I still have a lot to do, and I cannot shrink back.”
Yi Zhonghai said firmly.
“Good, you can go home. Your attendance will be counted; I won’t mark it as leave.”
Wang Lif said excitedly.
Yi Zhonghai was secretly pleased; he could go home and rest without a pay cut.
Who else could do that?
Yi Zhonghai packed up and strode out the door.
As he passed the mold squad, he glanced over.
From Wang Lif’s words, Yi Zhonghai knew that Jia Dongxu was crushed to death by a mold. Now, looking at the mold, he felt a little scared.
A perfectly fine person, gone just like that.
“Sigh.”
Sighing, Yi Zhonghai continued walking.
Siheyuan (Courtyard).
Jia Zhangshi lay on the ground, wailing and crying, while a group of old Sisters-in-law around her tried to persuade her to go to the Rolling Mill to check.
Of course, no one dared to say that Jia Dongxu was gone.
They just told Jia Zhangshi to go to the Rolling Mill to check the situation.
Qin Huairu was also drawn over.
Hearing the news about Jia Dongxu from the Grandmas in the Courtyard, Qin Huairu immediately panicked.
Losing a strong laborer at home was like the sky falling.
From now on, the family’s food, clothing, and expenses would all be gone.
“Qin Huairu, persuade your mother to go to the Rolling Mill to check.”
“Yes, it won’t hurt to take a look.”
“Regardless of whether that person was lying, she should still go verify it.”
Several Grandmas urged her.
Qin Huairu was trembling non-stop, and a Grandma brought her a chair to sit down.
“What’s there to see? My Dongxu is definitely fine! If that person dares to come again, I’ll tear his mouth off!”
“My Dongxu is not a short-lived ghost; I had his fortune told, and he can live to over seventy!”
Jia Zhangshi got up and sat on the ground, shouting.
Qin Huairu, meanwhile, kept wiping away tears.
The reactions of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were different, but one thing was the same.
Neither dared to go to the Rolling Mill to confirm the situation.
If Jia Dongxu was really gone, the Jia Family would be finished.
Seeing that neither the Jia Family mother-in-law nor daughter-in-law would go to the Rolling Mill to verify, several old Sisters-in-law secretly moved their discussion to outside the Siheyuan (Courtyard) gate.
“In my opinion, Jia Dongxu is definitely gone.”
“The person just now was wearing a Rolling Mill uniform; it couldn’t be fake.”
“Who would spread rumors about Jia Dongxu? He’s not some high official.”
A group of old Sisters-in-law discussed heatedly.
They were also very emotional about Jia Dongxu’s sudden death.
Now, only the Jia Family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were deliberately pretending not to know.
Or rather, they couldn’t accept the news and were delaying as long as possible.
“Oh, First Master, you’re back?”
A sharp-eyed old Sister-in-law saw Yi Zhonghai return and called out.
“First Master, did something happen to Jia Dongxu at the Rolling Mill?”
“First Master, are you back to deliver news to the Jia Family?”
Immediately, a group of old Sisters-in-law surrounded Yi Zhonghai, asking questions frantically.
“This… you all know?”
Yi Zhonghai wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had come back wanting to rest for a while and avoid the matter of Jia Dongxu.
He didn’t expect to be blocked before even entering the door.
“Jia Family Sister-in-law beat up the messenger, wailing and crying on the ground while cursing.”
“Exactly, we’re not deaf or blind, how could we not hear?”
“Tell us quickly, is Jia Dongxu really gone?”
The Courtyard Sisters-in-law asked one after another.
“It should be, but I’m not clear on the specifics.”
“To be honest, I’m also very grieved that Dongxu is gone. I was his Master…”
Yi Zhonghai admitted it, wanting to seize the opportunity to boost his reputation.
“Granny Jia, First Master just said it, your Dongxu is really gone!”
A Grandma suddenly shouted towards the Siheyuan (Courtyard) gate.
Yi Zhonghai trembled all over: “Is Jia Family Sister-in-law still here?”
“No, she thinks that person was lying to her, and she refuses to go to the Rolling Mill to check the situation, dragging it out until now.”
“It’s good that you’re back.”
The Grandma said with a smile.
‘Damn it!’
Yi Zhonghai turned and left.
He had thought Jia Zhangshi had already gone to the Rolling Mill.
If he had known Jia Zhangshi was in the Courtyard, he wouldn’t have rushed back so quickly.
A miscalculation, a miscalculation.
“Yi Zhonghai!”
A thunderous roar sounded behind Yi Zhonghai.
Hearing the sound, Yi Zhonghai quickened his pace.
Soon, Yi Zhonghai heard the sound of rushing wind behind him.
It was the sound of a heavy body forcefully accelerating and breaking through wind resistance.
Yi Zhonghai knew he couldn’t escape, so he quickly adjusted his facial expression, turned around, and called out, “Jia Family Sister-in-law.”
Jia Zhangshi stopped about a meter from Yi Zhonghai, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for air.
The old Sisters-in-law also gathered around.
First Aunt, Second Aunt, and Third Aunt subtly stood near Jia Zhangshi, ready to stop her if she went mad.
“Yi Zhonghai, is my son gone?”
Jia Zhangshi asked anxiously, her breath still uneven.
“Sigh, Jia Family Sister-in-law, my condolences.”
Yi Zhonghai sighed, his tone heavy.
“My Dongxu!”
Jia Zhangshi shouted, looking up, then fell backward.
A group of old Sisters-in-law quickly retreated, afraid Jia Zhangshi would fall on them.
With a thud, Jia Zhangshi lay on the ground, tears streaming down her face.
“Mom.”
Qin Huairu ran out, holding her belly.
“Huai Ru!”
Jia Zhangshi’s eyes were filled with tears, wanting to hug Qin Huairu and cry together.
A group of old Sisters-in-law wiped away tears.
Jia Dongxu was the Jia Family’s only male heir, their strong laborer, and now he had died at the Rolling Mill.
Jia Zhangshi, with white hair, was sending off her black-haired son.
Qin Huairu had lost her husband.
What would become of the Jia Family now?