Siheyuan: Damao carried me back from under the bridge

But anyone who is familiar with the third aunt knows that this old woman values ​​money more than her life.

"If you see Mrs. Jia Zhang these days, you should stay away. This woman has been a little out of her mind lately." Second Aunt reminded her.

"Listening to what you said, I really feel that not only this Jia Zhang family, but also the way the stick looks at people is wrong." The third aunt also began to talk about the problems she discovered.

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Mrs. Jia Zhang pushed the trolley to the street office.

When her family was in such great trouble, Ms. Jia Zhang thought that the street office would definitely be able to help her family.

Jia Zhang placed the stick at the door of the subdistrict office and went directly to the office of Wu Xingguo, director of the subdistrict office.

The door to Director Wu's office was open, and many people were waiting for him to stamp it.

Jia Zhang knows that asking for help requires a begging attitude.

While Jia Zhang was waiting, Wu Xingguo's phone rang.

The caller was Tan Yingxiong.

"Hey, it's Tan Yingxiong!"

"Ok!"

"Ok!"

"I see..."

Director Wu hung up the phone after saying a few words on the phone.

A few minutes later.

After the people who signed the stamps had finished walking, Mrs. Jia Zhang stepped forward: "Director Wu, my grandson was beaten and disabled. Now we need the street office to help deal with this. Do you think the street office can think of a way to send my grandson to the hospital?" have a look..."

Jia Zhang still imitated Qin Huairu's pitiful expression.

But any man who sees this expression will say: disgusting...

"Is your grandson's name Banggen?" Wu Xingguo asked.

"Yes! I didn't expect you to remember my grandson's name." Mrs. Jia Zhang was still a little touched!

"I don't remember. It's a coincidence. I just received a call from the City Bureau. The leader of the City Bureau said that your grandson was collaborating with others to harm others. As a result, Banggen provided wrong information to others and that group was all arrested. He was caught, but the living person retaliated with a stick and beat him like this. How can you help me if your grandson is like this?" Wu Xingguo stared at Jia Zhang with an unkind expression.

"Director Wu, he is still a child, he is not sensible..."

Jia Zhang still wanted to speak but was directly interrupted by Wu Xingguo.

"Did your grandson steal things from the Tang family near the steel rolling mill? Yesterday, the Tang family took a girl named Tang Yanling to the police station and said that your grandson had stolen things from their house several times."

"The police station doesn't have enough manpower. Now let the street office handle this matter! How can I help you when your grandson is like this?"

"Besides, there are a lot of poor people on the street. I have to have a first-come-first-served basis, and I have to choose people who are worthy of helping!"

"As for your grandson, forget it. If I help, many people will definitely come and talk about it."

After hearing what Wu Xingguo said, Jia Zhang knew that it would be impossible without some useful information. ,

She knelt down directly on the ground: "Director Wu, I don't ask for food or drink. I just ask you to allocate some money to look at my grandson's injuries. Once he's done, I'll repay you by doing whatever I can to help you..."

"Don't stop, what are you doing? Even if you kneel on me, it's not useful. The money is public. I don't count it alone." Wu Xingguo hurriedly got up, and he wanted to go out to call someone to come over and take Jia Zhang took it away.

"I beg you, please allocate some money to us! My grandson is waiting for help, I beg you..." Mrs. Jia Zhang took the risk and started kowtowing at the street office.

She really didn't expect that someone would find out if she let Bang Gen steal something.

When Banggen came back from stealing things from Tang Yanling's house, she ate a lot.

It can be said that most of the things Banggen stole went into her mouth.

I thought they did it perfectly, but no one knew.

Unexpectedly, people have already reported the case.

Now it has become the biggest obstacle for her grandson to get money for medical treatment.

"Don't kneel down to me. Since you really want to treat your grandson, I can give you two plans. One is to sell your job, and the other is to sell the house. If you sell the house, I can I'll introduce you to a buyer." Wu Xingguo was indifferent to Jia Zhang's pleading.

As the director of the subdistrict office, he has seen too many such scenes.

If everyone who has a problem at home can just kneel down and solve it for him, then he, as the director of the subdistrict office, will have done his job.

All the money in the unit now is useful.

The money used to help street residents is actually very little.

He couldn't possibly give all of them to Bang Gen for medical treatment.

Hearing Wu Xingguo say that he wanted to sell his house or job, Jia Zhang was in a dilemma.

Although her job is now considered a formal job, it is now a toilet cleaning job. How much can this job be sold for?

The key is, once the job is sold, what will they eat in the future?

Jobs cannot be sold.

If it doesn't work out, I'll live in the factory with my stick.

There is a dormitory in the factory, although it is difficult to apply for it, but in her situation, the factory would not provide it, so she would live in the bicycle shed in front of the factory with her sticks to see if the factory would make arrangements for her.

This was also a last resort. The stick was like this, but she could still take care of him while working in the factory.

Even though the stick has become like this, Jia Zhang has no intention of giving up on him.

Although Jia Zhang is a hateful person, she still has nothing to say about Bang Gen.

"Director Wu, how much can my house be sold for?" Jia Zhang asked tentatively.

"I'm not sure how much it will cost yet. The person from the street office will go over and set a price after reading it. Then he will get the pricing list back and see who wants to buy it." Wu Xingguo explained.

At that time, you could not buy any house you wanted if you had money.

They are all rationing systems, and there are regulations on how much a person can live in.

If there is too much room in the house, the superiors will come back and force people to move in and move in.

If your house is empty and no one lives in it, the street will not leave it empty.

As long as time goes by, the house may no longer be yours.

In the 1960s, if a family had a lot of houses, it was not feasible to be a charterer.

"I'm going to sell the house, but my grandson is now in a hurry to get money to go to the hospital. Can I borrow 100 yuan from the street now?" Jia Zhang's face no longer had the previous respect for Wu Xingguo. When Jia Zhang spoke, she had no expression or tone and was a bit cold.

The Jia family has lived in that house for several generations, and they are really reluctant to sell it now.

But thinking about it in her heart, Jia Zhang felt it was nothing.

She is over fifty, how many years can she live?

There is no point in having this house after she dies.

As for what to do with the stick after she dies, Jia Zhang doesn’t know yet. Let’s take it one step at a time!

The worst thing you can do is be cruel and take the stick with you when you leave.

It was better for him to go with him than to suffer alone in this world.

Jia Zhang has a lot on her mind at the moment, with all kinds of thoughts.