Siheyuan: I Raised Ten Thousand Wild Boars

"Wow, Guohua, it's so delicious. I don't want to go back. I want to stay and help you with the work!" Han Wenlong was almost crying while eating the rabbit meat.

The textile factory hasn't been having a good time recently, and this guy has lost weight.

"Well, well, I won't leave either. I have strength and can help. Whoever wants to do the electrician job can do it!"

Xu Dazui eats much faster than Han Wenlong. Han Wenlong hasn't finished his first piece yet, but he has almost finished his second piece. He has an advantage over Han Wenlong in eating because he can talk.

Early this morning, the two boys ran to the farm for no apparent reason, dragged Li Guohua along and said they were hungry. Li Guohua had no choice but to stew a pot of rabbit meat for them and let them eat as much as they wanted.

"Hey, pay attention to your image when eating. Look, you scared the child!" Zhang Tao said from the side.

I saw him picking up a piece for Damao, then a piece for Ermao, then two pieces for Xiuer, and he was very busy and happy.

As for Camellia, she is older and can grab things just as quickly as the other two.

"Taozi, I see that you are a man who is full and does not know the hunger of a hungry man. You eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks on the farm, but do you know how miserable I am, your brother? Now when I go home to eat, I have to pay for meal tickets, and I can't eat too much. If I eat too much, I will be beaten by my father!" Xu Dazui cried while eating.

"I still have to pay for food coupons when I go home. If I pay less, my mother will ask me for more. No matter who comes to the house, they have to give her food coupons in advance if they want to eat, otherwise they won't have any food to eat!"

Han Wenlong picked up another large piece of rabbit meat and started to chew it, which made Zhao Yunmei in Li Guohua's arms anxious and wanted to take it herself.

"No way, Wenlong, doesn't your family have high-ranking official rations? Why is this happening too?" Li Guohua asked in confusion.

Later I found out that Han Wenlong's father was a city-level leader and his mother also worked in the Municipal Women's Federation, making them high-ranking officials in the family.

"Oh, forget it. It's just two kilograms of soybeans and some biscuits every month. I work in a factory and am considered a manual laborer. I can even have a dry meal at noon, but I can't stand it.

My dad's ration is even less than mine, so what good can a few melons and dates do? He's so hungry that his whole body is swollen and there's a dent when you press it, so I don't blame him!" Han Wenlong explained.

"Okay, come to the farm when you're free. I'll always have something to eat for you!"

Listening to Han Wenlong's words, Li Guohua was filled with emotion. People who have not experienced this would not be able to understand.

"Well, I don't ask for much. I just want the same treatment as Saihu and Tietou and a bone to chew on!" Xu Dazui pointed at the two dogs beside him and said enviously.

Li Guohua's face suddenly turned black. What are you dreaming about? Saihu and Tietou only eat the bones I spit out.

In the afternoon, Li Guohua suddenly received the bad news that Grandpa Fang had passed away. He was not hungry, but fell down while looking for his son. When others found him, it was too late.

Courtyard house

In the evening, the street director Wang Qiuju, representatives from the post office, three uncles, and neighbors from the courtyard gathered together.

The post office has helped to deal with Mr. Fang’s funeral, and now we have to resolve the issue of whether Fang Fang and Fang Hua should stay or go.

"As a representative of the post office, let me first express our opinions!" A middle-aged man took the initiative to step forward and speak when he saw that no one was speaking.

Uncle Fang is an old postman with a long tenure in the post office. The post office leaders must handle this matter properly, both out of humanitarianism and to appease people.

"First of all, I have discussed with Director Wang that Mr. Fang's savings, plus the post office's pension, will be placed in the post office's treasury. When the two children turn 18, they can go to the post office to collect it at any time. During this period, our post office will bear the children's schooling and living expenses." The middle-aged man looked at everyone and said with a serious face.

As a person who has lived through the old society, I have seen many immoral things such as eating the whole family, beating fools and scolding the mute, and throwing things into people's ancestral graves.

Before coming, the post office held a special meeting to discuss this matter. Only in this way can the two children be protected to the greatest extent.

"Yes, Mr. Fang's savings and pension total 5000 yuan. I have already handed it over to the comrades at the post office. The amount is clear. Please help to provide evidence.

The children are still too young now. If they suddenly go to a strange place, it may not be good for their growth. I hold this meeting today in the hope that comrades can actively carry forward the spirit of dedication and ask who can take in the two children! "Wang Qiuju paused and said.

Looking at the people with their heads down, she couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart, fearing that this matter would eventually fall on the streets.

When everyone in the courtyard heard that Grandpa Fang had passed away, their first reaction was surprise, and their second reaction was joy. Because Grandpa Fang had a high salary, and there was also a pension from his son and daughter-in-law, if they could get a share of it, it would definitely be a bonanza.

Who knew the street and post office would be so ruthless and just deduct all the money? What the hell is this? As for the house, can that thing be eaten?

"Master Yi, you are an eighth-level worker in the factory, and you are the eldest uncle in the courtyard house. Your home is also relatively spacious. You should take the lead in speaking!" Wang Qiuju looked at Yi Zhonghai and asked.

Yi Zhonghai smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't want to do it, but the Human Resources and Social Security Bureau had built him up too well, so he couldn't refuse directly.

He is almost 50 years old now, and Fang Fang and Fang Hua are seven and eight years old respectively. By the time they start working and can support themselves, he will be almost 70 years old. It is unclear whether he will still be around by then. What's the point of doing that?

"Director, everyone's family's food ration is not enough now, why don't you send them to the welfare home?" Qin Huairu was smart and knew that Yi Zhonghai was in trouble, so she quickly stepped forward and asked.

The worst that could happen to her is that she'll get scolded, which isn't a big deal for women, but since she helped Yi Zhonghai, he should appreciate my favor.

What’s more important is that Old Yi still has to support his family’s corn flour every month. If these two children go, what will Jia Dongxu do in the future? This is called a battle to defend food.

“To be honest, welfare homes and orphanages are also in a very difficult situation right now. They have begun to send the children to the grasslands and the Northeast!” The people at the post office were not very familiar with the situation in the Siheyuan and thought that this “enthusiastic” aunt was worried about other problems.

Well, Fang Fang and Fang Hua are leaving, and it will be difficult for them to come back to Beijing in the future.

"How about this? Uncle Fang's house is still there, so let the two children live there, and we can send someone from our courtyard to cook for them every day?" Yi Zhonghai made a suggestion that he could accept.

"No, the child is still young and needs a guardian. Otherwise, if he is wronged, there will be no one to talk to!" Wang Qiuju refused.

Seeing these people lowering their heads and not daring to look at her, she could understand. No one had overnight food left over, and how could they bear having two more people at once?