Siheyuan: I found a wife right after I crossed over

Jia Dongxu's death caused an uproar in the steel rolling mill, but what people discussed more was not his untimely death, but the fact that the fitter workshop finally had one less burden.

I've been working in the factory for several years and I don't know how to do anything. I can even lose my life just by cutting an angle iron. It's funny to anyone who hears this.

People like this can only hold a stable job in a state-owned factory. If they were to work somewhere else, they would have been kicked out long ago.

This is great. Not only did he not make any contribution to the steel mill, but after his death he also extorted a lot of compensation from the factory.

Five hundred yuan! This is equivalent to the original pension of two workers.

Everyone else treated this as a joke, but Director Yang was just depressed. Jia Zhang had set such a precedent. If a similar accident occurred in the factory in the future, compensation would be troublesome.

Originally, Director Yang asked every cadre who knew about this to keep it to themselves and not tell anyone to prevent it from being leaked. But someone told the news, and now everyone in the steel mill and the street knows about it.

In addition, because of Jia Dongxu's death, the fitter workshop was deducted from its safety production bonus for that year. In particular, the workshop director Duan Dagang had his salary reduced by one level. This made Director Duan look gloomy at work for several days in a row. He would yell at everyone he saw: "Work harder and pay attention to safety. If anyone gets a box lunch like Jia Dongxu again, I'll curse his ancestors!"

And Yi Zhonghai, as Jia Dongxu's master, was also fined half a month's salary.

However, what Yi Zhonghai cares about most is certainly not the loss of half a month's salary. What he cares about is that the retirement candidate he has carefully cultivated for several years is gone. Who will he rely on for retirement in the future?

In the past few years, in order to please the Jia family, he has always been biased towards the Jia family and has offended many people in the courtyard.

It is not easy to find another person to take care of your elderly care.

If you count on your fingers, there are only a few young people in this courtyard who have no parents.

Xu Damao’s parents are still alive, they just don’t live in this courtyard, so don’t even think about it.

Sha Zhu's mother is gone, but his father He Daqing just ran away with a widow. He is not dead. Maybe he will come back one day.

Also, when He Daqing ran away, he asked me to take care of Sha Zhu and his sister, and sent them some money every month. But I concealed all the money, and took care of them? Qin Huairu was so obsessed with Sha Zhu that he spent all his savings on Qin Huairu, and even ignored his own sister.

This idiot can't be counted on.

The only one left seemed to be Yang Chong, a man without a father or a mother.

Can I let Yang Chong take care of me in my old age? It seems like a good idea. He has no parents, and he is smart and hardworking. Both he and his wife have jobs, so there will be no pressure if they take care of me in my old age. But Yi Zhonghai would never dream of this.

If Yang Chong is still working outside, I can give him some benefits and give him the quota of the steel rolling mill in my hand. Maybe it will work.

But now, the couple are both employees of the steel rolling mill, and will be treated as future cadres. My poor indicator has no appeal to them at all.

What's more, he has completely offended Yang Chong because of the Jia family these days, so how could he possibly provide for him in his old age?

Oh, right, Yang Chong...

Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He thought about it and suddenly remembered that on the morning of Jia Dongxu's death, Yang Chong seemed to have gone to their locksmith workshop for the first time.

This kid never went to the workshop on normal days. He never went there early or late, but he went there that day.

And as soon as he left, something happened to Jia Dongxu.

Is it a coincidence?

A terrible thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but shudder.

He also remembered that just the day before, he gave Jia Dongxu twenty yuan and asked him to ask Feng Wu to teach Yang Chong a lesson.

As a result, Yang Chong returned safely, but Feng Wu disappeared.

Considering this incident again, Yi Zhonghai felt even more creepy, as if Jia Dongxu's ghost was lingering in his house.

As soon as he fell asleep at night, he dreamed that Jia Dongxu, covered in blood, said in front of him: "Master, I died so unjustly, it's all your fault. You gave me money to teach Yang Chong a lesson. Now Yang Chong is fine, but I am gone. Master, I will not let you go..."

As he spoke, two hands reached out and grabbed his neck.

Yi Zhonghai wanted to shout for help, but his mouth was wide open but no sound came out.

He was so scared that he struggled hard, but his hands and feet seemed to be tied up with ropes and he couldn't move.

Finally, he exerted all his strength and suddenly sat up from the bed.

At this moment, I suddenly woke up and found that I was dreaming.

The old lady next to him was startled and quickly turned on the light and asked, "Old man, why are you yelling in the middle of the night?"

Then she looked at him and said in surprise, "Why is there so much sweat on your head?"

Yi Zhonghai opened his mouth and gasped for breath, still in shock, and didn't speak for a long time.

An auntie wiped the sweat off his head with a towel and said, "Old man, what happened to you these past few days? You always have nightmares at night and you are absent-minded during the day. Dongxu is dead, so it's useless for you to be sad."

Yi Zhonghai shook his head: "It's okay, go to sleep."

The next day, Yi Zhonghai got up early, looked in the mirror, and found that his eye circles were as dark as a giant panda, and his eyes were full of bloodshot.

He didn't sleep well that night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Jia Dongxu.

I kept thinking about the scene where Jia Dongxu was stabbed by the grinding wheel that day, and the more I thought about it, the more creepy it became.

The more I think about it, the creepier it gets.

After getting up, he washed his face hastily, without even having time to eat a bite of food, and rushed to the steel mill.

An anxious lady called out from behind: "Old man, it's only six o'clock now. Why are you going out so early? You didn't get a good night's sleep. Can't you have a meal before you go?"

Yi Zhonghai ignored him and hurried out of the yard.

The three aunts in the front yard were full of admiration: "Old Yan, look at Old Yi, how hard he works. It's only what time, and he has already gone to work without even having dinner. No wonder he can be an eighth-level worker. No one else can do this."

Yan Bugui shook his head: "Him? He won't get up early unless there's something to gain. When have you ever seen him so motivated before? Who knows what he's thinking about." Then he turned his head and looked into the room: "Where's Jie Cheng? Is he up? Old Yi, an eighth-level worker, has gone to work, but he, an apprentice, is still sleeping?"

The third aunt sighed, "No, I'm still sleeping. I went to see Yu Li again last night. She said the same thing, saying that your family is too stingy and living with you will be a torture." She complained, "It's all your fault. You said you bought all the things, why didn't you let Sha Zhu do it all? You had to keep so much. Now you save money, but your daughter-in-law ran away."

Yan Bugui curled his lips and said weakly, "Can you blame me for this? I just wanted to leave some for the second, third, and fourth brothers to try. Besides, how can two meat dishes be considered shabby? They are just too picky."