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Chapter 60: Uncle San made a mistake in his calculations

After this moment of hot-headedness, Qin Huairu immediately came to her senses.

He looked up and explained to everyone with a smile: "This 10 yuan was donated by Zhuzi, and this 4 yuan was borrowed from him. When my family has money in the future, I will return it to him."

Having said this, Qin Huairu was still thinking of playing a trick.

"Why don't you say that you borrowed 10 yuan and Comrade He Yuzhu donated 4 yuan?"

Qin Huairu was speechless after hearing Wang Gensheng's question. She didn't know how to respond and kept saying "this, this..."

He didn't give any reason, but just looked back at He Yuzhu with a pleading face, asking him to come out and rescue him.

He Yuzhu couldn't bear it after all, so he could only grit his teeth and follow Qin Huairu's words: "Yes, the 10 yuan was donated by me, and the 4 yuan was lent to Sister Qin."

Only after saying this did Qin Huairu breathe a sigh of relief.

Yi Zhonghai, an old man in the courtyard, is also afraid of the long night and many dreams.

He quickly changed the subject and turned his gaze to the third uncle Yan Bugui, who was the next to donate.

Yan Bugui also avoided eye contact. He was even less willing to donate than the second uncle Liu Haizhong.

Everyone knows that Old Yan's family lives in poverty. They rely entirely on the 27 yuan a month earned by the third uncle to support a family of five or six people.

Especially in his family, there were three half-grown boys in succession. If they didn't plan their lives, they would eat six fathers to death! But the third uncle's family still gritted their teeth and persevered.

No one had high expectations for his donation, it was good enough that he could just show some appreciation.

But Yi Zhonghai put him in trouble with just one sentence.

"Old Yan, the three of us are the bosses in the hospital. We must set an example when doing things!"

Hearing this, the third uncle began to sweat on his forehead.

"Look, my uncle took the lead and donated 20 yuan; the second uncle Liu Haizhong donated 10 yuan; Zhuzi, you also donated 10 yuan. It's not good for your uncle, the third uncle, not to donate anything."

The third uncle stared at Yi Zhonghai with his eyes wide open; if he hadn't been wearing a pair of glasses, his eyeballs would have fallen onto the table.

The uncle didn't care about that and continued to talk to himself:

"If you don't donate anything and don't take the lead, how will other families in our courtyard look at you? How can they obey you as the third uncle in charge?"

These words were like roasting Yan Bugui on the fire; each word was like a piece of firewood, adding fuel to the fire.

Yan Bugui originally wanted to not donate a penny, but since things had come to this, he could only grit his teeth, rummaged through his pocket to take out a handkerchief, gently opened the handkerchief, and revealed a few coins wrapped inside.

As if a piece of flesh had been cut off, the third uncle closed his eyes in pain and picked up a few banknotes and slammed them on the table.

But Yi Zhonghai didn't think of letting him go just like that, and continued to say: "Third uncle, although you are the only one who keeps accounts among the three uncles in the courtyard."

"But this is in cents and in dimes. What if you make a mistake in your accounting? Besides, we are all the bosses. Can you be more generous?"

"How can I be generous? We are almost unable to make ends meet."

"Look, last month I gave you 5 yuan to buy fish, and you only spent 2 yuan on the fish you gave to Wang Gensheng, right? You still have 3 yuan left."

This immediately hit the third uncle, who gritted his teeth and twisted his neck and said, "No, there is only this two yuan left, not a cent more."

In the end, he could no longer resist and had to earn back the money and exchange it for the 2 yuan donation.

Looking at the two dollars he donated, his eyes twitched with pain. Yi Zhonghai nodded in satisfaction and then turned his attention to the next person.

Xu Damao is a victim, so he doesn't need to donate.

Yi Zhonghai then turned his attention to Wang Gensheng.

Wang Gensheng fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, pretending he hadn't seen anything, and continued to shout, "Watermelons for sale. Big, sweet watermelons. Half a piece for 20 cents."

This scene made Yi Zhonghai's eyes twitch with anger, and he cursed inwardly:

"Rabbit boy, we hold this meeting to collect donations. Are you here to make money? And you even made three dollars and sixty cents from me!"

Of course, he was very unhappy. Yi Zhonghai curled his lips and shouted: "Wang Gensheng!..."

Before Uncle Yi could finish his next words, Wang Gensheng changed the words he shouted: "Oh, my house; oh, my front door..."

In an instant, Yi Zhonghai was speechless.

Two years ago, someone's house was robbed. The Jia family and the Wang family are sworn enemies. The reason they didn't cause too much trouble was because they were keeping it under control.

He even forced himself to take the corridor of someone else's house, and relying on his promotion to an eighth-level backbone worker in the factory, he called on everyone to push down the gate of Lao Wang's house and force Lao Wang's family back to the countryside.

Yi Zhonghai had expected Wang Gensheng to be so disrespectful to him.

How could he ask Wang Gensheng to donate money to Widow Qin as well now?

If we push him further like this, will he hit someone with a brick again?

After some ideological struggle, Yi Zhonghai could only shake his head and look to the deaf old lady for help, asking her to say something, which would give him a way out.

The deaf old lady was very old and seemed not to have received the signal from Yi Zhonghai, so she said nothing.

I stuck my crutch on the ground and pretended that I was deaf and blind and couldn't hear anything. I sat for a while, then stood up out of boredom and walked back to my home in the backyard.

Wang Gensheng was very good at seizing opportunities. He quickly stood up, held the old lady's arm, and left with her.

Before leaving, he did not forget to turn around and say something to He Yuzhu: "Zhuzi, take care of my watermelon stall. I will send the old lady back to rest first."

The embarrassed Yi Zhonghai was left alone, disheveled in the wind.

When Wang Gensheng sent the old lady back and came back, he hid at the corner and waited until they finished donating the money before he came out from the corner reluctantly.

Sitting side by side with He Yuzhu in front of the watermelon stand, he reached out and picked up another piece of watermelon and handed it to Zhu:

"Eat it. It's already been cut up. I can't sell it. If I don't eat it, it will go bad."

That's the logic, He Yuzhu also took it over.

The two of them were eating watermelon in big mouthfuls, watching the third uncle Yan Bugui in the yard reading out the recorded bill:

"The total amount of donations at our college-wide meeting this time was 83 yuan...

Wang Gensheng was eating watermelon while scratching his ears with his fingers, then he looked up and shouted:

"No, Uncle San, you have miscalculated. There is 4 yuan in it, which was borrowed by Qin Huairu and He Yuzhu. We are all watching. Do you want her to write an IOU to Comrade Zhuzi on the spot?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience in the courtyard began to whisper to each other again, and the whole venue was buzzing as if a hornet's nest had been poked.

The three uncles acted in unison, turning around and glaring at Wang Gensheng who was just watching the show.

This guy wasn't there when we donated money, and now that we've donated all the money, he's here to stir up trouble again. How can he not be hated by others?