Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

Yi Zhonghai was now out of tricks and scanned everyone else in the yard. But no matter where he looked, everyone he saw would immediately lower their heads. What was even more ruthless was that Xu Damao immediately turned around to talk to the residents behind him when his eyes swept over him, so he could only see the back of his head.

Old Xing saw that something was wrong. If no one donated to the Jia family, wouldn't his own donation be even less likely to go to the Jia family? So he stood up and said.

"Uncle, if no one in the courtyard is willing to donate to the Jia family, then please donate some to our family and Ruofei's family.

We both have a lot of children, and we can never get enough to eat.”

Yi Zhonghai was a quick-witted man, much smarter than the second uncle. He rolled his eyes and looked at Zhao Shanhe and Xu Damao again. Both of them became wealthy because they married rich wives. There were many people in the yard who were jealous of them. It would be better to take this opportunity to make them bleed a little. I guess no one would object.

However, Zhao Shanhe is only a section chief and is not easy to control, so they can only start with Xu Damao.

Thinking of this, Lao Yi spoke directly.

"Da Mao, everyone knows that you married Lou Bancheng's girl, so you must have no shortage of money and food. In this difficult time, can you set an example for the other guys in the yard?

Look at Jia Dongxu. He grew up with you. Seeing him so skinny and pale from hunger, you shouldn’t feel sorry for him, right?

As long as you squeeze a little out from between your fingers, it will be enough to feed their family. Do you think what I say makes sense?"

When Xu Damao heard Yi Zhonghai call his name, he knew that he had no good intentions, and immediately stood up and replied.

“Uncle, although my wife is Lou Bancheng’s daughter, now that she has married me, she will not take anything from her parents’ home.

It is said that if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog. She didn't bring much dowry when she got married. Our family lives an ordinary life, not even as good as the Jia family. At least she has a sewing machine."

Yi Zhonghai knew that this matter would be difficult to handle today. The only sewing machine in the yard was at Jia's house and was rarely used, so he forgot about it.

This was pointed out by Xu Damao and immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the courtyard.

"Yes, the Jia family shouldn't be in trouble. They have the only sewing machine in the yard."

"Don't mention it. Last time I went to borrow it from Jia Zhang, she told me I couldn't touch it for less than 5 cents."

"A family like this is also considered poor? If we sell the sewing machine, we can at least get 200 kilograms of corn flour, right?"

"Now, a sewing machine in a department store costs 130 yuan without the ticket. Let alone 200 kilograms of corn flour, even 300 kilograms can be exchanged for it."

As soon as Yi Zhonghai saw the emotions and discussions of the people in the courtyard, he knew that things were going to be bad.

Before he could say anything, Xu Damao stood up, took the stool and left.

"Uncle, you should first figure out which family is in need. It's so cold. I'm going back to the house now."

Seeing someone taking the lead in running, the people in the courtyard were more active than anyone else. Within a few seconds, all the people in the courtyard were gone. Yi Zhonghai was so angry that his forehead was about to smoke, and he couldn't help but remember Xu Damao.

After the donation conference ended, Lao Yi became much quieter, but some rumors gradually spread in several nearby streets, all of which were about Zhao Shanhe and Xu Damao being rich and unkind, but the rumors were spread in a rather obscure way, so Zhao Shanhe and Xu Damao were unaware of them.

During the first Chinese New Year, Liu Guangqi brought his girlfriend to the courtyard, and Zhao Shanhe secretly took a look at her. The girl looked very ordinary, not even as pretty as He Yushui. However, he heard that her father was the leader of Guangqi's unit, so this was understandable.

Liu Haizhong's only goal in life is to become a leader. Even if he can't do it, his son can become one.

Liu Guangtian said that day he used his connections to buy two kilograms of pork for 20 yuan, which made Guangtian's partner dumbfounded. After all, the meat processing factory had no meat at that time and the leaders had no channels.

Zhao Shanhe knew that even if the girl married Liu Guangqi, it was only for his property, otherwise she would not run away on the first day of marriage.

In the blink of an eye, it was the Spring Festival of 60. There was no festive atmosphere in the courtyard. The authorities called on everyone to be frugal and overcome difficulties. Many counters in the department store were filled with empty boxes. Even if there were goods, they were labeled "samples". These were used for taking photos for newspapers and magazines.

Zhao Shanhe finally broke through the power of 5 pillars on New Year's Eve. When he felt better, he went out of the yard and took a fish and a local chicken in the static space. When he came back, he was seen by the third uncle.

"Shanhe, where did you buy this chicken?"

"Uncle, where can I buy chicken now? I'm helping someone, they gave it to me.

See you later, I'm going back to cook."

Zhao Shanhe didn't dare to say that he bought it. In the early 60s, it could be said that there were no chickens for sale in the city, but they were extremely rare. So he just said that someone gave it to him, which could save him a lot of trouble.

At night, people in the courtyard smelled the fragrance from Zhao Shanhe's house and their hearts felt like they were being scratched by a cat. Jia Zhang originally wanted Qin Huairu to go to their house to ask for some, but was stopped by Jia Dongxu.

"Mom, today is New Year's Eve, you should just take a rest. No one will come to your house to beg for food at this time. It's unlucky."

Early in the morning on the first day of the new year, Xu Damao came to find Zhao Shanhe.

"Shanhe, something happened. When I came back yesterday, I met Brother Li from Yard 88. He said that some people have been spreading rumors about you and me recently, saying that we are rich but don't help our neighbors in need, and that we are like landlords in the past. If people misunderstand and accuse us of this, we will be in trouble."

Zhao Shanhe was also a little surprised after hearing what Xu Damao said. There was no good way to clarify things these days. The neighbors believed whatever they heard, and once rumors spread, they could be very powerful.

He couldn't help but think that he hadn't offended anyone recently, so who was trying to put pressure on him?

Xu Damao is still very smart.

"Shanhe, do you think that old fellow Yi Zhonghai is spreading rumors about us? Auntie Yi has a good relationship with the old ladies in the neighboring yards. It's not easy to say anything. Those old ladies' mouths are as loose as the waistband of cotton pants. If there is anything, they will spread it directly. They don't care whether it is true or false."

Although Zhao Shanhe also suspected that it was Yi Zhonghai, he was from the 21st century after all. To catch a thief and seize the stolen goods, to catch a person and capture both, everything depends on evidence.

After sending Xu Damao away, he took Chen Xueru and Hou Kui to find Zhang Xueyi. One was to pay New Year's greetings, and the other was to ask him to help find out who spread the rumor about him.

Zhang Xueyi had just been promoted to the head of the DC branch, and many people came to pay New Year's greetings, but he still took time out to entertain Zhao Shanhe and his group.

"Shanhe, didn't you come here on the second day of the Chinese New Year in previous years? Why did you come here on the first day this year? Aren't you here to flatter me, too?"