Siheyuan: Spring and Autumn

Hearing his words, He Yuzhu's voice immediately rose eight degrees: "Don't we still have you? You are his master, why don't you just lend him the money?"

Yi Zhonghai was anxious, and his voice rose eight degrees: "Zhu Zi, can you live on this money? Besides, your aunt is in poor health and needs money for treatment."

He Yuzhu asked back: "Uncle, can you live on the support of others?"

Before the old man could reply, he continued, "Besides, if I sell the ration of rainwater to others, isn't that still speculation? If I give away the ration of rainwater, my family won't have enough to eat. What do you think about every day?"

"Zhu Zi, you can't just think about yourself and be too selfish. We are all from the same courtyard, so we should help each other."

"Snapped!"

He Yuzhu put the cup on the table and said loudly: "Uncle, I am tired of hearing you say this. My ears are calloused. Do you know how many times you have said this? Do you know what you are doing? You are blackmailing others with morality. You are forcing others to do things in the name of morality."

At the same time, he added in his mind: "Moral kidnapping, but this is a term I learned from Qin Zheng. He said that your uncle's greatest skill is moral kidnapping. It sounds nice, but it is actually imposing one's will on others and achieving one's own goals."

Huh, man, I learned it.

"fart."

The old man was furious after hearing this and asked, "Am I blackmailing me morally?"

What bullshit are you talking about!

You think you are Qin Zheng!

But he lowered his voice and spoke in a tactful tone: "Isn't this just a discussion with you? How did I coerce you?"

He didn't dare to acknowledge He Yuzhu's words, otherwise, what would he become?

"Are you discussing this with me? Why are you so angry if I don't agree?"

"Why am I angry? I'm just trying to reason with you."

He Yuzhu felt it was boring: "Uncle, food is so scarce now. It's not easy for me to take care of myself and not cause trouble for you uncles. I tell you clearly that this matter is not negotiable."

Seeing that he refused so straightforwardly, the old man walked away helplessly, sighing as he walked: Alas, He Yuzhu doesn't cooperate, so I can only frequent the black market with Dongxu.

"Tsk, this old guy is more calculating than the third uncle. The point is, why do you always scheme against me? I owe you!"

Indeed, in this life, He Yuzhu did not owe Yi Zhonghai any favor. Although the relationship between the two was not bad, it was not too close either.

Until now, the uncle has a very clear goal for his retirement, and that is his good disciple Jia Dongxu, even though he knows that he has a mother who is not very well-off.

Qin Zheng naturally knew about the black market, but he still had no interest in seeing it for himself.

He still only has three ways to ship goods and make money: He Yuzhu, Niu Ye, and Xu Huisheng.

But relying on these three people, he still made a fortune.

The profit from the shipment of old items was more than 3,000 pieces, none of which were common goods, and the cash was more than 100,000 yuan.

Now he is still a frequent customer of the commission store, and he reaps a lot of benefits. Money is spent, things come in, and he just waits for the money to appreciate in value.

After working for seven or eight years, Qin Ming's rank was finally promoted again, becoming the office director of the street post office and a section-level cadre!

Just after moving into the new office, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

When the door was pushed open, the visitor and Qin Ming were both stunned.

"Gao Cheng, why is it you?"

"Qin Ming, you can do that. You're already the office director now."

The visitor was Qin Ming's former colleague, Gao Cheng, a postman at Jiaodaokou Post Office. He was responsible for delivering letters to Hongxing Siheyuan.

"I was just appointed today. I haven't even warmed up to my seat yet, but I see you."

"Haha, this is just a coincidence, what a good thing. You have to give me some face today, let's go to Quanjude for a meal."

"That will cost you money."

Qin Ming wasn't polite either. He was originally planning to go home to celebrate today, but there was no need to rush.

"By the way, why are you here in Xiheyan?"

Qin Ming was curious. Jiaodaokou was ten kilometers away from Xiheyan, which was not a short distance. He would definitely not walk so far to visit someone if there was nothing to do.

"Hey, I'll have to work for you from now on."

"You've been transferred here too?"

"OK."

The two people who had made an appointment went directly to Quanjude after get off work, as it was relatively close, just a few steps away.

"Director Qin, I'd like to toast you."

"Why are you being so polite? We are brothers, don't be polite. It makes us look distant."

"Then I will call you Brother Qin from now on."

"So much the better."

Gao Cheng is one year younger than Qin Ming, but started working three years later than him.

The two were chatting animatedly, and during the conversation, Gao Cheng explained the reason why he was transferred to Xiheyan. It was similar to Qin Ming's. Gao Cheng's family was from Xiheyan Street, and in order to get a job as quickly as possible, he paid for a job at Jiaodaokou Post Office.

"By the way, is there a person named Yi Zhonghai in your hospital?"

"Yes, he is an old man in the yard, a seventh-level fitter at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill."

"Oh, it turns out to be a great old man in the courtyard."

"what happened?"

"That old man in your hospital has someone send him 10 yuan every month from Baoding. Is it because his son works in Baoding?"

Qin Ming was shocked and felt a little strange.

"No, the uncle has no children."

"No way? If he wasn't his son, who would send him money every month?"

Qin Ming's mind suddenly moved, and he asked back: "You said that the money was sent back from Baoding?"

"Yes. The note on the remittance slip reads: living expenses for my daughter."

Qin Ming suddenly began to doubt his life. Why did he feel that this money was sent back by He Daqing to He Yushui?

"How could such a thing happen? How dare Yi Zhonghai embezzle the money? He is so bold."

Qin Ming's heart was filled with waves, but he didn't say anything. The matter had not been confirmed yet, and he was afraid of causing trouble if he said something and it turned out to be inaccurate.

He is not a person who is afraid of trouble, but he will not seek trouble for himself.

As Qin Ming became a section-level cadre, the Qin family naturally wanted to celebrate for him.

Two little babies were lying side by side in the crib. Newborn babies sleep for twenty hours a day. Han Qing stood by them with a kind look on her face.

As for Qin Jingli, who is over three years old, she always follows Qin Zheng like a little tail.

"Uncle, Diandian, Diandian is really amazing. He caught a chicken yesterday, a pheasant. The feathers are so long and beautiful."

His voice is tender and cute, very pleasant to listen to. His thoughts are clear and his expression is fluent. You can tell at first glance that he is a smart child.

"Well, Diandian is really amazing. Did you throw away the pheasant feathers?"

"No. Uncle, what do you want pheasant feathers for? You can't eat pheasant feathers."

"Hahaha."

After hearing Li'er's tender and cute words, Chen Xueru and Han Qing burst into laughter. Children's cognition is really interesting.