Siheyuan, my new life

He Daqing held the grain book and receipts of the deaf old lady in his hand and said to everyone present: "After all, the old lady is old. Zhuzi and I work during the day, so I want to ask Aunt Jiang in the backyard to cook a meal for the old lady at noon. Usually, we can chat with her in her room to relieve her boredom. Zhuzi and I will buy food, vegetables, meat and other things in advance. In this way, we can give Aunt Jiang five yuan a month as a subsidy. Aunt Jiang, do you think it's okay?"

Aunt Jiang, who had always been a nobody in the courtyard, was stunned by this sudden good news. She pointed at her nose in disbelief and said hesitantly, "Director He, is what you said true?"

He Daqing smiled and said, "Auntie Jiang, I have just discussed this with the old lady. You also live in the backyard and usually make paper boxes at home. In this case, you can take the children to the old lady's room. Not only will it not delay her work, but you can also chat with her."

After hearing this, Aunt Jiang nodded and agreed. She would give the old lady five yuan a month just for making lunch for her. You have to know that she only earned ten yuan after working hard to paste paper boxes for a month, which was barely enough to support the three generations of her family. With the extra five yuan in income, she could also improve the food for her grandchildren.

Many residents nearby are a little envious of Aunt Jiang. She can earn five dollars a month just by making lunch. This is really a pie in the sky. Unfortunately, the salary has already been secured, so they can only envy her secretly.

Seeing that Aunt Jiang agreed, He Daqing looked at everyone and asked, "Does everyone have anything else to say? If not, please go away so as not to delay work tomorrow. I will go to the street office tomorrow to report the decision of our Siheyuan meeting."

At this time, a timid voice suddenly sounded: "Director He, could you please ask Director Lin for our Shengli? Our Shengli just followed Liu Haizhong to join in the fun. You also know that Liu Haizhong is a fifth-level blacksmith in the forging workshop. If Shengli doesn't listen to him, he will definitely make things difficult for Shengli in the workshop. You also know that Shengli has been an honest person since he was a child. How could he cause trouble? Please help our family. If Shengli gets into trouble, how can our family live?"

The person who spoke was Sun Shengli's mother who lived in the backyard. He Daqing knew Sun Shengli well and knew that his mother was telling the truth, so he sighed and said, "Sister-in-law, I have watched Shengli grow up and I know what kind of person he is. Let me go to Director Lin tomorrow morning and hope that the leader can understand Shengli's actual situation."

When they heard that He Daqing agreed to plead for Sun Shengli, the eyes of several other family members who were arrested together lit up. They immediately surrounded him and asked He Daqing to plead for their families as well.

He Daqing was annoyed for a moment. If he hadn't wanted to do them a favor, he would have turned around and went home. So he shouted loudly: "Everyone, be quiet. Speak one by one. Who can hear what you are saying with so many people talking at the same time?" Then he said to the young man who was in charge of counting the number: "Guoqing, please take a pen and paper and write down the names of these people. Otherwise, I can't remember so many names. It would be bad if I forget someone."

Guoqing agreed and ran back home immediately. He soon returned to the middle courtyard with paper and pen, and asked breathlessly: "Uncle He, have you brought the paper and pen back?"

He Daqing patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Guoqing. Let everyone remember it." He turned to look at his son and said: "Zhu Zi, get your brother Guoqing a pack of cigarettes."

He Yuzhu agreed and rushed into the main room, then handed a box of Sanwu cigarettes to Guoqing. Guoqing's eyes were full of reluctance, but he declined: "Uncle He, I just helped write a few names, how can I accept your cigarettes."

He Daqing smiled and patted his shoulder: "Okay, take what Uncle He gives you. Go to the Eight Immortals Table and write your name down. It's getting late. Go to bed early after you're done."

So the family members followed Guoqing closely to the old round table and wrote down the names of their family members one by one.

Liu Haizhong's wife came up to He Daqing and hesitated for a while before speaking: "Director He, you and Lao Liu have been neighbors for many years. Can you help to speak up for Lao Liu? Lao Liu was just drunk that night. He really didn't have any bad intentions."

He Daqing couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Liu Haizhong acted like he was the boss and he was the second in command in the courtyard. He was annoyed. Besides, he was the first offender, so how could he let him go easily? However, He Daqing didn't intend to waste time talking to him, so he just responded casually: "I just know Director Lin. I'm not sure whether the leader will give me face, but we are all neighbors, and I will definitely say what I should say."

At this time, Guoqing had already handed the recorded list to He Daqing. He Daqing took it, glanced at it, folded it up and put it in his pocket, and said loudly: "It's getting late. If there is nothing else, let's adjourn today."

Fang Dahu pointed at Yan Bugui, who was still slumped in his chair, and said loudly: "Director He, what should we do with Yan Bugui? Do we need a few people to keep an eye on him?"

He Daqing thought for a while and said: "Okay, let's all send out a few people to keep an eye on him. I think since we have reported Yan Bugui, we will get some reward from the higher-ups. Those who are responsible for keeping an eye on Yan Bugui will get a bigger share. I'll trouble you to arrange it for me, old house." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.

He Daqing returned home, sat at the eight-immortals table, lit a cigarette, and let out a long breath. Tonight, he had driven out the two managers, Yan Bugui and Yi Zhonghai, one after another, which was a relief. However, he still had to settle the score with Yi Zhonghai slowly.

At this time, He Yuzhu ran into the room excitedly, closed the door and said with a smile: "Dad, how did I perform just now?"

He Daqing snorted and said, "Your grandmother taught you that. How could you come up with those words? Tell me, what do you want to do?"

He Yuzhu scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Dad, there are so many cigarettes, you have to give me a few, right?"

He Daqing glared at his son and said, "You don't think these things are all for me, do you? Why do you give me a few? What good are you thinking? Half of these cigarettes were given by Director Lin to Deputy Director Li, and the chocolates were given by Director Lin to you and Yu Shui, but you can just eat a few pieces to taste them. Give one box to your grandma to try."

He Yuzhu picked up a box of chocolates and ran out of the house without saying a word. He Daqing looked at his son's back, smiled and shook his head.

Seeing that the meeting in the courtyard had ended, Lin Yu withdrew his consciousness. Speaking of Yan Bugui, it was his own bad luck. He put a copy of the family tree together with the gold he got when the family was divided and buried it under his bed. If it weren't for this family tree, Lin Yu really didn't know that he would be the son of the great reactionary capitalist Yan Wenzhai.

Lin Yu read about Yan Wenzhai in the newspaper when he was still in the sanatorium. He felt the huge resentment towards this guy who tampered with the aid materials to North Korea from the original owner's memory. You know, many cadres and soldiers did not fall under the guns of the Bald Eagle Coalition, but sacrificed their precious lives in vain because of the inferior materials provided by those unscrupulous businessmen.

Therefore, after learning about the relationship between Yan Bugui and Yan Wenzhai, Lin Yu became even more determined to get rid of him as soon as possible.