Portable Museum

"Yeah!" Dongzi nodded, thinking of his grandma again, grinning and crying.

"Good boy, your grandma has been waiting for your grandpa for 50 years, and now she has finally received information from your grandpa.

She went to look for your grandfather, you want..." Zhang Junping said, unable to continue, he could only hug Dongzi in his arms and pat him on the back lightly.

At this time, Director Zhao walked in with someone.

There are people from the sub-district office, and there are also old people in various courtyards in the alleys.

Everyone entered the house and began to get busy.

Someone took out a cotton cloth and covered the reflective things in the room.

"Pingzi, you go out first! Let's change clothes for Mrs. Yang." Aunt Wang walked to Zhang Junping and reminded her in a low voice.

"Okay!" Zhang Junping nodded, leading Dongzi out of the inner room and outside.

In the yard, Director Zhao is instructing everyone to set up the mourning hall.

In this era, everything is simple, but it doesn't mean that there is no mourning hall, it's just that the old customs of playing and singing are gone.

Aunt Wang and two middle-aged and elderly women wiped Mrs. Yang's body, changed her clothes, and finished her disguise.

There was no mention of stopping the coffin. The people from the funeral home came and took her away.

Zhang Junping took Dongzi and followed him to the crematorium.

After the cremation was over, he and Dongzi returned to the yard with Mrs. Yang's ashes in their arms.

Put the ashes on the mourning hall for people to pay homage to, but there is no incense, and no one burns paper.

Pots and stoves have been set up in the yard, tables, chairs and benches have been set up for mourning and joy.

Zhang Junping pulled Dongzi to kneel beside the mourning hall, waiting for someone to pay homage to Mrs. Yang so that he could return the gift.

In the past two years, there was no such set of procedures in the past few years. People died and were directly cremated, and then sent to the cemetery for burial.

Put up a banquet at most.

At the most stringent time, even banquets were not allowed.

"Pingzi, you..." The people who came to pay homage asked suspiciously when they saw Zhang Junping holding Dongzi kneeling on the mourning hall.

"Dongzi is my apprentice, and Mrs. Yang is also my elder. I will give her a ride." Zhang Junping replied simply.

One after another, the surrounding residents received the news, and more and more people came to pay their respects.

There will always be some people with dark humanity.

"It's better for Pingzi to figure it out. Once this apprentice is accepted and he kneels in the mourning hall, this old lady Yang's yard will belong to others."

"Yes! Such a big yard, if it were me, I would be willing to be a filial son and grandson to Mrs. Yang."

"If you want me to say, this yard can't be cheap, that kid Zhang Junping, it should be taken out and shared with us big guys."

"Yes, we usually take care of Mrs. Yang's grandparents and grandchildren. This yard should be divided into us."

Zhang Junping heard it in his ears, and secretly sneered in his heart.

If you want to eat a huge household, you really want to go blind.

Zhang Junping also understands why Mrs. Yang is looking for him, and only he is not short of money, will not lose money, and has the ability to deter those who want to lose money.

"Master!" Dongzi also heard those not-so-quiet, whispered discussions, and looked at Zhang Junping worriedly.

"Don't worry, with Master here, no one can take your house away." Zhang Junping patted Dongzi on the back and comforted him softly.

"Bah! You're so sanctimonious, I think you're the one who eats the best food!

You can eat it, why can't we eat it? "Someone spat on the ground.

It is no longer talking quietly, but questioning loudly.

"It's from Li Ergou's house, Li Ergou is back? Do you believe that I'll send you in for a few days?" Zhang Junping stood up and scolded one of the most yelling women.

"You are a poor man, you will die badly! If you do bad things, you..."

"From Li Ergou's family, if you dare to curse again, I will send you in today!" Zhang Junping interrupted her directly, threatening.

There is no need to wait for her to scold, and then punish or scold back, there is no need to be annoying, so Zhang Junping directly blocked her mouth with words.

"And you, Mrs. Yang is a martyr in the army. Her husband died on the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War. Dongzi is the sole heir of Mrs. Yang. Who of you dares to think wrongly? The street office, even if the street doesn't clean up you , I will clean up you too.

Think about what happened to Li Ergou, if any of you want to go in and be with him, then continue to chew your tongue. "Zhang Junping looked around and said angrily.

There are no secrets in the alley. Everyone knows what happened to Li Ergou.

It was because of offending Zhang Junping that he was sent to Ankang Hospital for a week. After he came out, he became thin and out of shape, and almost became really crazy. He is still lying on the kang and dare not go out.

After I came out, it didn't work to find the street or the police station.

If you weren't insane, why would you go to a place where you can't reach and make trouble.

You ran to Zhang Junping to take responsibility for the grievances between you and the old Wang family. How can a normal person do such a thing?

"What are you doing? I tell you to put away your dark thoughts.

Zhang Junping and Yang Jindong are the heirs appointed by Mrs. Yang, and they made a will under the witness of our sub-district office.

Zhang Junping just stated that he doesn't want to leave the yard to Yang Jindong.

Don't make any wrong decisions! Director Zhao also stood up at the right time and shouted loudly.

"There is a cashier at the door, and your neighbors, if you owe old lady Yang a gift, you should pay the gift. Don't think that you can take the gift money when old lady Yang is gone.

Be careful that Mrs. Yang will find you at night! "Anyway, it's already ruined, Zhang Junping didn't show mercy to them any more, and asked for gifts directly.

He noticed just now that most of the people who came in didn't go to salute at all, but waited for a while to sit down.

I feel that Mrs. Yang is gone anyway, so I can save the gift money.

Mrs. Yang is in the alley, but she is not a little person, and everyone who has something to do will bow according to the rules.

Including Zhang Junping's marriage, and Aunt Wang's family's marriage, Mrs. Yang gave the ceremony.

Zhang Junping was not used to them, and directly threatened them.

"Pingzi, you are recognized as a feudal superstition."

"That is, you, the leader, take the lead in engaging in feudal superstition."

"Okay! Go and report me!

Damn, thought this was a few years ago?During the Chinese New Year last year, who didn't secretly burn paper? " Zhang Junping scolded.

"Don't talk about other things to me, it's only natural to pay back a gift.

If you want to eat, go to the ceremony first, otherwise don't blame me for making you look bad! "Zhang Junping scolded directly.

Mrs. Yang had just left, and Zhang Junping didn't want to make such a fuss, but there was nothing he could do.

If you don't suppress their dark thoughts now, you don't know what kind of moth will come out later.

Mrs. Yang's courtyard is a piece of fat meat full of fragrance, and everyone wants to come up and take a bite.

After all, they still need face, and those who are truly shameless are still a minority.

After being made such a fuss by Zhang Junping, they all paid the key money to the cash register one after another.

Evil people still need to be tortured by evil people. After Zhang Junping made such a fuss, he calmed down for the time being.

The funeral went smoothly.

That night, Zhang Junping didn't go home, but stayed with the newly recruited apprentice to guard the spirit of Mrs. Yang.

The next day, after another day of tossing, all the people who should come have come, and another day of table setting is finally over.

However, Mrs. Yang's ashes were not buried.

Zhang Junping had already contacted Shanxi through his father-in-law, and he agreed to present a piece of Yang Zhenhua's relic as a gift.

Zhang Junping arranged for Xia Guoxiang to go to Shanxi with comrades from the sub-district office to pick up the relics.

When the relics are retrieved, they will be buried together with Mrs. Yang.

This can be regarded as a compromise method. The Martyrs Cemetery in Shanxi is very willing to transport the ashes of Mrs. Yang to be buried with Yang Zhenhua.

However, there is still Yang Jindong here, so it is impossible for them to go to Shanxi every year to pay homage to their ancestors.

Yang Zhendong's body cannot be moved, so taking a relic and making a clothes tomb here is the best result.

Let old man Yang return to his hometown.

Be it, fulfilled Mrs. Yang's wish.

After seeing off all the guests the next day, Zhang Junping called two security guards from the art company to continue guarding Mrs. Yang, while he took Dongzi back to Dashilan.

"Dongzi, this is your mistress, kowtow to your mistress!" Zhang Junping introduced Yang Jindong to Qiu Wenyan, "Dongzi is the grandson of Mrs. Yang, my new apprentice."

Yang Jindong kowtowed three times to Qiu Wenyan obediently, and called Mrs.

"Good boy, get up!" Qiu Wenyan hurriedly pulled Yang Jindong up, hugged Yang Jindong in her arms with maternal instinct, and said distressedly.

"Master!" Yang Jindong called out softly, thinking that he had become an orphan, sobbed softly again.

"Good boy, this will be your home from now on, my wife loves you." Qiu Wenyan comforted Yang Jindong, wiping away her tears in distress.

"Dongzi, although your grandma is gone, you have more master, wife, and brothers and sisters. We are all your relatives." Zhang Junping patted Yang Jindong's head lightly, and comforted him.

At this time, it was useless to say anything, we had to take it slowly and wait for Yang Jindong to adapt himself.

In the evening, Zhang Junping introduced Yang Jindong to several other apprentices.

"Minghuai, Mingzhi, you all know Dongzi, he will be your junior from now on, you have to take good care of your junior, and don't bully your junior."

"Understood Master!" Huai Zhi ran to Yang Jindong's side, took Yang Jindong's hand, raised his head and said to Zhang Junping, "Master, let Junior Brother live with us! We must take good care of Junior Brother!"

"Okay! Then the three of you can live together! You can't just be naughty and don't do your homework." Zhang Junping laughed.

Zhang Junping also hopes that Huai Zhi and Yang Jindong can be infected, so that he can forget his sadness as soon as possible and integrate into his new family.

The dead are dead, and life must go on.

Zhang Junping thought the incident was over, but unexpectedly, on the third day, someone actually came to his company.

"Pingzi, you see, Mrs. Yang has left too, and her yard is now empty." Aunt Wang said with a sneer.

When Zhang Junping heard this, his face turned cold instantly.

"Pingzi, don't get me wrong. I don't have any other intentions. I just think that Dongzi is still young, and he can't go back to the courtyard. The house is also empty. Let your brother stay here for a while, and we will pay for it." Aunt Wang quickly explained.

"Aunt Wang, don't think about Mrs. Yang's yard. You insist on it for two years. After next year, our company will build a dormitory building. At that time, I will leave a set for the pillars." Zhang Junping suppressed his anger , explained with a smile.

"Hey, divide our house into buildings? That would be great. Thank you, aunt, and we will stick to it for another two years." When she heard that the buildings could be divided, Aunt Wang was overjoyed and never mentioned the yard again. thing.

In the eyes of the old BJ people, the buildings are all for cadres to live in, and ordinary people only live in courtyard houses.

Only fools live in courtyard houses if there are buildings.

Sending Aunt Wang away, I thought that was the case, but unexpectedly, after another two days, Mr. Yang's belongings hadn't returned yet, and Director Zhao from the sub-district office came to the company himself.

"Director Zhao, you are a rare visitor! Please take a seat!" Zhang Junping enthusiastically let Director Zhao onto the sofa and made him a cup of tea himself.

"Manager Zhang, I'm here today to discuss something with you."

"you say!"

"That is, Mrs. Yang's house, do you think it can be handed over to our street management? Don't worry, the house still belongs to Yang Jindong. We can only rent it to those poor households on the street. The street will help collect the rent. Charge a penny for management."

In the 60s and [-]s, the state had a policy, which was to encourage and require homeowners with a large number of houses to take out their excess houses and hand them over to the state for rent to households without houses.

The rent is collected by the housing management bureau and then distributed to the homeowner. However, the housing management bureau will deduct part of the management fee from the collected rent.

That's why Director Zhao specifically pointed out that the street collects rent on behalf of them and does not charge management fees.

This can be regarded as special care for Mrs. Yang.

"Director Zhao, Mrs. Yang's noodle restaurant has been open for 50 years, right?"

"According to the old man in the alley, it is more than 50 years old.

Before Mr. Yang left, Mrs. Yang opened a noodle restaurant at the entrance of the alley. "

"Tell me, Mrs. Yang's steadfast love, and Mr. Yang's spirit of abandoning his family and career to serve the country with one heart, is it worth learning from our younger generations?"

"That's natural. It is because of countless revolutionary martyrs like Mr. Yang who abandoned their families and careers that we have our current New China." Director Zhao said seriously.

"So, I think that Mrs. Yang's noodle restaurant should continue to open, not only to continue, but also to do well.