Siheyuan starts from a good life

The cold wind was howling outside, but it was as warm as spring inside the house. Jiang Yan was sleeping soundly with his wife in his arms.

In the middle of the night, a dark figure hurriedly came to the door of Jiang Yan's house.

"Bang bang bang~"

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang"

The man banged the door hard and shouted anxiously into the courtyard.

The shouts carried far away in the silent night.

Jiang Yan was woken up from his sleep. He listened carefully and found that the voice seemed to be that of his secretary, Xiao Gong.

"Damn, something happened." This was Jiang Yan's first reaction.

After reacting, Jiang Yan had no ink stains. He stood up and put on his clothes in one go. He was fully dressed in two minutes.

"Go there." Jiang Yan's actions naturally woke up Jiang Sirui who was sleeping on the same bed. She vaguely saw her husband getting dressed.

When he was completely awake, he realized that Jiang Yan was fully dressed and was about to go out, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Xiao Gong came to see me. There must be something wrong. Be good, and you continue to sleep. I'll go take a look."

After Jiang Yan said this, he put Jiang Sirui's outstretched hand into the quilt, straightened the quilt for her, and then strode out.

After leaving his room, he walked to the door of his house and opened the door.

When Secretary Xiao Gong saw Jiang Yan coming out, he hurriedly reported: "Leader, several houses on Beixiao Street have been crushed by snow."

"Have Director Wang and Director Zhao notified them?" Jiang Yan asked as he walked.

"Mr. Jiang, you forgot that they were on a business trip yesterday to provide guidance."

The success of their own farm has made the two directors very angry. Now factories all over the country have invited them to go over for investigation. Just two days ago, the two people left again.

"Are there any casualties?" Jiang Yan asked next.

"The situation is still uncertain." Secretary Xiao Gong said.

"Boss, boss." He hadn't taken two steps when he heard someone calling him from behind. Jiang Yan turned around and saw He Yuzhu and the others running out in their clothes.

"Boss, what's going on?" Xu Damao asked as he ran over.

"Old Xu, it's like this..." Xiao Gong then told them about the landslide.

"Boss, let's go with you. We are very powerful."

Hearing Liu Zi's words, Jiang Yan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Then he turned to his secretary Xiao Gong and said, "Beixiao Street is not far from here. I'll go with them first. You go notify the people in the security department and let them Hurry there and then cooperate with the comrades at the police station to carry out rescue immediately."

"We've been notified, and they've probably arrived at the scene."

After the late Qing Dynasty, the management of Sijiu City was in chaos. Many houses were not properly dealt with, and many of them were in disrepair. Due to the current financial constraints of the government, many of them were not renovated, so workers were arranged to live in them.

Nowadays, housing is tight, and having a house to live in is already quite a good thing. In the past few years, everything was fine, but now we encountered a sudden snowstorm, and the house finally couldn't bear it.

Jiang Yan took Xu Damao and the others running to the most seriously collapsed courtyard house on Beixiao Street.

This is a two-story courtyard house. The houses in the courtyard look dilapidated, and many of the collapsed roof beams have been corroded and decayed.

Here he found people working in the security department and asked about the current situation.

"Mr. Jiang, basically everyone has been rescued. Except for the injured, there are no deaths. We are currently rescuing supplies."

Jiang Yan nodded, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart.

"Continue to carry out material rescue, and at the same time contact the comrades from the sub-district office to properly resettle the affected people. Is the police station director here?"

"Here he is, directing material rescue in the backyard." Wang Dapao replied.

"Take me over to see him."

Wang Dapao took Jiang Yan to the director of Dongzhimen Police Station.

"Director Fu, this is Chief Engineer Jiang Yanjiang of our research institute."

The two exchanged pleasantries and then discussed the plan.

Director Fu said with a sad face: "Beixiaojie used to be a rural area. Because it was close to various factories, it became a densely populated area for workers. Nowadays, many houses are definitely uninhabitable. The main problem now is how to resettle the affected people."

Jiang Yan also knows a lot about Beixiao Street. In front of Beixiao Street is the machine tool factory, at the corner of the street is the candy factory, to the north is the gold paint factory, and further away there are the copper chemical factory, valve factory, paper mill, and steel rolling factory. factory.

As the Dongzhimen of the factory-intensive area, Beixiao Street is the densest among the densest, with a large number of workers and workers' families.

Although not all houses were affected, due to the high density, thousands of people were affected.

Jiang Yan frowned, thought for a while and suggested: "Director Fu, at this time, we can only contact the major sub-district offices to temporarily accommodate the affected people. In the past few years, the refugees who fled the disaster and came to Sijiu City were not There are few, and the neighborhood offices basically have shelters, so now we can only place people there first.”

Director Fu nodded and decided to ask for instructions from above now that it was dawn.

Comrades from the security departments of major factories and comrades from police stations have been busy. Almost the first and second leaders of every factory have arrived at the scene and are also busy.

The snow became lighter and lighter, and finally stopped, and the stone that was weighing on people's hearts was let go.

The morning light breaks, and the cold comes.

After a busy night, everyone went home after a simple meeting. The rest is up to the leaders.

Jiang Yan passed by the research institute, made some simple arrangements for his work, and then went home to rest.

He Yuzhu and Liuzi, who came back earlier, had already prepared meals and were waiting for Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan opened the door and walked in, washed his hands briefly, grabbed the steamed buns and ate them hungrily.

Jiang Sirui asked anxiously: "How was it last night?"

While eating, Jiang Yan explained the situation last night: "We'll see how the authorities deal with it later, but I feel that the affected people will be dispersed to nearby streets."

The two of them chatted and ate, but He Yuyu had already eaten and went to work.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Yan returned to his room.

The fire was very high, and the whole room was warm. Jiang Yan lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

While Jiang Yan was sleeping, the district had already started a heated discussion about the victims. Finally, the district leaders made a decision: the victims were dispersed to nearby streets. The original houses that could be repaired were repaired, and those that could not were temporarily shelved. We must also focus on repairing the houses that have not collapsed, so as not to increase the burden on already tight housing.

At the same time, a draft for building a family building was also approved.

But the difficulty now is how to repair this damaged house. You must know that it is not just one or two houses that were damaged. If so many houses are repaired, the entire Sijiu City government cannot afford the money.

There was no choice but to notify all the factories and research institutes in the Forty-Nine City to come to the government for a meeting, so Jiang Yan, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up.

After deliberation at the meeting, it was decided that if the houses of various factories and research institutes in the quadrangle were damaged, the residents’ units would be responsible for repairs, and the rest would be accepted by the government.