Siheyuan: Sizhu starts blindly and takes a new path

Banggeng was disappointed when he returned to the courtyard. The corn in front of the third uncle's house was gone. Banggeng cried out in his heart: "Corn, my precious corn!"

"Banggeng, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so sad? Who bullied you?" Mrs. Jia was most unhappy when she saw her precious grandson being bullied.

"The third uncle's corn is gone."

Mrs. Jia gets angry when she mentions corn. She went to several houses during the day but didn't find any. She wasted the whole day. "Well, Mr. Yan just took all the corn and didn't even share it with the neighbors. He's really stingy."

Qin Huairu took out a few steamed buns and leftover food from lunch: "Okay, don't be angry. Uncle San's house has lost seven or eight corn cobs. How could he give them to the neighbors? Even if they weren't lost, he wouldn't give them to the neighbors."

Banggeng bit his bun and thought about how to appease his brothers tomorrow. Should he tell the truth or lie first? But no matter what, he had to have new gains later, otherwise how could he establish his prestige. But where would the gains come from?

After several days of purposeful and recorded visits, Yu Li's work status has obviously changed.

"Today, I talked for a long time with Mr. Chen from Qianjin Courtyard. I learned about the situation of his courtyard and the surrounding courtyards. He also introduced me to many uncles in charge of the courtyards and asked me to communicate with them more. These uncles not only know their courtyards, but also the sanitation of the streets near them and the situation of the toilet managers. They all have first-hand information. I only need to observe for a few days and then compare what they tell me with what I can quickly grasp more than 80% of the situation. In the future, as long as I pay more attention to the places I am not familiar with, my work will be much smoother."

"That's great. I'm happy that you're relaxed."

"Your idea is really good. If I were to figure it out on my own, it would take a long time to finish." Yu Li hugged Sha Zhu's arm to express her gratitude.

"Besides getting familiar with the environment, is there anything else you need to do next?" asked Sha Zhu.

"Do you have any good ideas? Tell me now."

"It's a bit of an immature idea. Why don't you look at the people you contact and see who has better relationships and who is better at communication and management, so that these people can naturally become the leaders among their peers. In this way, when there is something to do, you can directly arrange these people and let them help arrange things. In this way, they don't have a real name, but they have actual say."

"Why not just tell everyone who the leader is? Wouldn't that make management easier?" Yu Li asked Sha Zhu.

"Do you have the power to appoint who is the boss? Are you the director or the chief?" Sha Zhu tapped Yu Li's forehead. "You are just a follower, but you want to appoint someone else as the boss. What do you think?"

"Oh." Yu Li rubbed her forehead. "Then I'll give it a try. It may not work. He's already that old, he must be smarter than me."

"Don't play tricks, communicate sincerely, and just hand over the matter to someone you think is suitable. You can do it." Sha Zhu encouraged Yu Li.

"As long as you do ordinary things to the extreme and get the recognition of the majority, your road will definitely become wider and wider, just like when I cook well and make contributions to everyone from time to time, the leader will promote me. As long as I keep up the good work and let the leader hear my name from time to time, whenever there is an opportunity suitable for me in the future, the leader will almost always think of me."

"You're right. I just want to do my job well."

"There is another more amazing example, that is Shi Chuanxiang. He started as an ordinary dung collector, but by doing his job well and excellently, he became a member of the Beijing Municipal Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, a national model worker, and was received by national leaders. His starting point was lower than ours, but now we can't reach him." Sha Zhu suddenly touched Yu Li's head and said, "Little boy, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and we still need to work hard."

"Who is the little devil? You are the little devil." Yu Li was still thinking about Shi Chuanxiang's dedication to his job, but when Sha Zhu called her a little devil, she started to make trouble with him. The serious atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant.

At the uncle's house, an aunt asked the uncle, "Did Qin Huairu pass the assessment for a first-class worker?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"I was at Jia's house recently and sometimes saw steamed buns in their cupboard."

"Isn't it normal to have steamed buns? Who doesn't eat steamed buns every day?"

"It's steamed buns, steamed buns made of two jin of flour, not corn bread. There are four people in her family eating. Jia Zhang eats a lot, Banggeng is a half-grown child, and Qin Huairu is still breastfeeding, so Xiaodang eats less. How dare her family eat steamed buns made of two jin of flour often? Are they living a normal life?" An aunt raised her doubts.

"Maybe Jia Zhang used her retirement savings to get by."

"Do you believe what you say?" The aunt sneered.

"We have no right to interfere in other people's affairs, so don't go over and ask." The old man reminded his wife.

"Why am I asking that? I just told you that I wouldn't say anything to anyone else, not even the old lady." Auntie nodded. "But you know what, Zhuzi and Yu Li are pretty persistent. They don't come back at noon now, but they prepare lunch every morning and sometimes even eat dinner with the old lady."

"Okay, they're taking care of the old lady, so you can save some worry and effort. Your heart is not in good condition, so it won't hurt to rest more." The old man followed the old woman's words, and then said, "It's getting late, go to bed, you have to go to work tomorrow." Then he turned over.

In the darkness, an old man opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to see through the wall: What happened to Qin Huairu? What does she want? Does she not want a reputation? Can she still be my old man if she continues like this? Why can't she study hard and hone her skills? Is she lazy? But she washes so many clothes at home every day; is she stupid? But she speaks and acts smartly, and she is very comfortable among men; is this due to her personality or moral degradation?

The old man closed his eyes: If she continues like this, she is really not suitable to take care of me in my old age. A woman who lives like this will get into trouble sooner or later. Her son will definitely be affected badly, and it is hard to say what will happen in the future. Dongxu, you died too early and left me behind. Do I have to go back and ask for help from Zhuzi? It's so difficult!

An old man fell asleep in a daze and dreamed of Jia Dongxu. Jia Dongxu said, "Master, your apprentice's wife is about to sleep with someone else, and your apprentice is being laughed at as a cuckold down there. Please don't do anything about it. If you don't, I won't provide for you in your old age." The old man woke up suddenly when he heard that he would not be provided for in his old age. It turned out that he was dreaming. It is true that you dream at night what you think about during the day. You little bastard, you still come to threaten your master after you die. You are dead, and you can't provide for me in my old age. The old man laughed at his own dream.