Siheyuan: I Raised Ten Thousand Wild Boars

There were only rice bowls on their small table, but no vegetable plates. They must have reserved some food for them in advance. This was the norm these days, and Li Guohua didn't say much.

"Look, I'm calling you to eat, but you still have some wine in your hand? What kind of wine is this? Hmm, it smells pretty good. Let me try it!"

"Salt is not expensive" he said to himself as he unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle and filled himself up. This was very unruly.

Li Guohua picked up the wine prepared by his third uncle and knew at the first smell that it was the same wine his father drank, Wangji Laoshao at the street corner. He filled his own glass without making a sound.

As for waiting for Boss Yan to help pour the wine, forget it. This guy was just staring at the meat. He wanted to pick up some dishes several times, but he looked at Yan Bugui with a little worry. He was still far inferior to Xu Damao.

"Guohua, the Third Uncle will toast you first!"

Yan Bugui picked up the wine glass, squinted his mouth, and immediately took a breath of cold air. It seemed that the alcohol content of this sorghum wine was a bit high.

"Don't bother, you are my elder, I respect you!"

Li Guohua raised his glass and immediately returned the toast, then looked at Yan Bugui. Although he knew what they meant by inviting him to dinner, he had to let him say it first before he could help.

After three rounds of drinks, everyone finally relaxed.

"Guohua, you are a promising kid. You graduated from a technical secondary school, which is unique in the alley! My Jie Cheng is not good enough. He has been with me for so many years. Although he knows more words than most people, he is unlucky.

He had been working as a temporary worker with your eldest son. Although it was tiring, they could still take care of each other. Now that your eldest son has gone to the steel mill, he is bullied every day. "The third uncle said with emotion

"Uncle, I'm a little curious. In your family's situation, with one person supporting five people, hasn't the street office thought of making any arrangements for you?" Li Guohua asked curiously.

"Hey, don't mention it. There are more than six million people in this city, but there are only so many jobs, and we have to give priority to poor families. Our family happens to be above the poverty line, it's hard to explain!" The salary that made him proud in the past now seems to be the source of distress.

The city's poverty standard is a per capita income of less than 5 yuan. Yan Bugui's salary is 41 yuan, which is about 5 yuan per capita, less than 6 yuan, but it is already above the limit, so the neighborhood office will not consider their family's problems.

Actually, Yan Bugui is a bit stingy. He wants benefits, but also wants others to carry forward his spirit and help their family solve their problems first.

There are no such good things in this world. There are many people who are smarter than you, and they will not show mercy.

"Well, you don't have to worry. The country is making great strides forward now, and factories are being built one after another around here. It should be Brother Jie Cheng's turn soon."

Li Guohua said the same old things to comfort Yan Bugui.

"If you wait any longer, your uncle won't be able to hold on any longer!"

"Guohua, Third Uncle won't beat around the bush with you. See if you can help me think of a solution. Third Uncle will definitely not treat you unfairly, and your brother Jie Cheng will be grateful to you for the rest of his life."

Seeing that Li Guohua did not respond, Yan Bugui had no choice but to take the initiative to express his demands.

"Yes, if you have any problems in the future, just let me know and I promise to handle it properly." Yan Jiecheng said hurriedly when he saw Yan Bugui looking at him.

"Well, there is an opportunity recently. The garment factory under our factory is recruiting workers. In fact, like most factories, the garment factory has many people but few positions. This time, the garment factory also recruited a larger group of employees' children in order to take care of them."

"Guohua, just say whatever you want, we'll listen to you!" The third uncle became excited like a cat smelling fish.

"Here's what I think. You can give some money to subsidize those who didn't get jobs, and then let the factory reserve a job for Brother Jie Cheng!" Li Guohua looked at the expressions of the two men, thought for a while and said again.

"Okay, no problem. But how much do you think is appropriate for this salary?" When Yan Bugui heard that there was an opportunity to work in the factory, he agreed immediately. It seemed that he had saved a lot of money over the years.

"I think 300 yuan is about right. You can just give it to the person in charge of the factory when the time comes." Li Guohua took himself out.

This time, it was because he had the goodwill of the textile factory that the other party gave him this opportunity.

"Oh, thank you so much, Guohua! Come, let the third uncle toast you!" Yan Bugui poured another glass and drank it in one gulp. After finishing it, he gasped for air because of the spiciness and had to eat several mouthfuls of cabbage to suppress it.

But I kept calculating in my mind. 300 yuan is not expensive for a formal job. Moreover, after joining the factory, the salary and benefits will be much better than now, and medical expenses will be reimbursed.

As for the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, forget it. If you are a technician and don't have a salary of around 500 yuan, don't even think about getting in. Workshop workers need to make 600-300 yuan, and yuan is only enough to work as a helper in the cafeteria.

"Uncle, I heard that Shazhu's father ran away with a widow. You said his father has such good skills and can easily support the family. Why did he run away?" Li Guohua pretended to be drunk and asked curiously.

"Hehe, you are still young and don't know some things. That White Widow is really...something!" The third uncle wanted to say something, but when he saw his wife and children were there, he had to be vague.

"So, when his father left, Shazhu and Yushui were still young. Didn't he just ignore his own sons?"

"I don't know about this, but Lao He left in a hurry. I heard that he went to Baocheng. He didn't leave any message for the people in this compound."

Yan Bugui frowned as he recalled the incident, and finally could only shake his head, unable to understand what He Daqing was thinking.

As the saying goes, a bird in the hand is worth a thousand in the bush. Being a widow is enough for you to enjoy your life, but it is better to have your own children.

"Oh, I can't understand it either. He is a cook and he is not short of money. Even if he likes his new wife very much, he can just send back ten or eight yuan every month. He can't let his own child starve to death." Li Guohua said drunkenly.

When the third uncle heard this, his heart skipped a beat. This was indeed possible, but he had never heard Sha Zhu say it.

I remember that in the first few years after He Daqing left, in order to take care of Yu Shui, Sha Zhu did not work as an apprentice, and the two children were hungry and full. In the end, it was Yi Zhonghai who helped them every day, which was why Sha Zhu listened to Yi Zhonghai.

Did He Daqing send the money to Yi Zhonghai? Oh, that's really possible. At that time, their relationship was very good and they went out drinking together every day.

Yan Bugui seemed to have discovered some huge secret.

Looking up at Li Guohua again, he was already drunk. He was lying on the table with the bottle in his arms, unconscious. I quickly asked Yan Jiecheng to take him home.