Siheyuan: Banggeng and I are classmates

But her family collected a lot of things on Sundays, with an average of seven or eight kilograms of white flour per family.

The Jia family has been eating lavishly these days and has already eaten up a small portion of the white flour, sesame oil and other things. If they really have to pay back double, I'm afraid the Jia family will have to pay out more than 200 kilograms of white flour this time.

Two or three hundred kilograms of flour, that would be enough to use up the Jia family's two-year ration.

(I have checked the rules for food rationing. The monthly ration for the Jia family should be around 120 kilograms. The Jia family should all be registered in the city, so there is no problem of not having food to eat. However, the general supply will be mostly various grains and corn flour, and the supply of fine and coarse grains is based on the proportion of the month. Here we are only talking about white flour!)

But it cannot be refused. After all, compared with the charges Director Wang just made, this little bit of food is nothing!

Thinking of this, Qin Huairu's eyes rolled, and then she said sadly: "Director Wang, I can accept it, but it's not that I don't want to pay it back. The main reason is that my family's quota is not enough, and at that time the neighbors were all rushing to give us things, and we didn't have time to keep an account, this-"

Director Wang interrupted again: "If there is no record, then let the neighbors report it one by one, and all the numbers will be based on what they say. If they believe your family's words, you should believe them too!"

After saying this, Director Wang glanced at the neighbors again.

"Don't you all believe in gods? And you still believe in the Jia family's bullshit toilet god? Then tell the truth. His toilet god is watching you!"

Bang Geng shrank his head in the corner.

Director Wang almost laughed out loud when he said this. There are so many people in the yard, but there is not even a toilet, and yet they still believe in the toilet god.

Director Wang has gained some knowledge today. She is afraid that other streets will laugh at her if she tells others about it!

In order to suppress his smile, Director Wang looked at Qin Huairu again.

"Don't tell me that the ration is not enough. If the ration is not enough, go to the commune to buy back the grain. I don't care about the process, I only care about the result. If you can't pay it back tomorrow or tomorrow night, I won't talk to you anymore. Officer Ma will come with the police comrades!"

Although food is now supplied according to grain coupons, there are actually many channels for buying food privately, such as buying directly on the black market, reselling food coupons, etc. Director Wang does not want to and is not in a position to say more.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Yan Bugui: "Yan Bugui, please register!"

"Oh! Okay!"

Yan Bugui agreed and quickly sat down at the table properly.

Seeing Director Wang being so determined, Qin Huairu's tears immediately rolled down her cheeks. She looked at everyone sadly, hoping that they would be more lenient and report a smaller number.

Xu Damao was the first to stand up and said, "My family has ten kilograms of flour, ten kilograms of millet, and five kilograms of peanuts!"

As soon as these words were spoken, even Director Wang was shocked, and looked at Xu Damao in disbelief. These were all fine grains, and there were only two people in the Xu family. This was enough for their family's two-month ration!

Seeing the look of disbelief on Director Wang's face, Xu Damao swore hastily, "These are all my family's savings! That silly girl gave them all to the Jia family. When she came back the day before yesterday, she almost pissed me off to death!"

"I swear, okay? If I lie about even one pound, I will die!"

"Silly girl, is that right?" Xu Damao said this like a monkey, baring his teeth and claws and shouting at Lou Xiao'e below.

Lou Xiao'e angrily retorted: "I told you, don't call me silly, I don't know, and I didn't weigh the grain, but it is indeed very heavy, it should be about this much!"

After hearing these words, Director Wang felt that he had been listening in vain, but he still stretched out his hand to signal Yan Bugui to write it down.

"Ten catties of flour, ten catties of millet, and five catties of peanuts!"

Yan Bugui's hands were shaking as he wrote, reflecting his heartache. If he had known that the Jia family would be punished like this, he should have taken out all the family assets!

Now, his family can only earn five kilograms of sweet potatoes, and they will lose face in front of Director Wang!

"My family has 6 kilograms of flour and kilograms of millet!" Ma Shangde continued.

"My family has 8 kilograms of flour, kilograms of millet, and meat coupons..." Liu Haizhong continued.

"..."

The atmosphere gradually became more lively. Qin Huairu no longer cared about crying. At this moment, she was filled with grief and silence, feeling more heartbroken than ever.

Director Wang was also a little panicked as he listened to this. After a rough calculation, he estimated that the amount of grain reported at this time was probably more than 200 kilograms, which was barely enough for more than half of the neighbors, and some people were still reporting more.

The Jia family can't afford the compensation, right? Director Wang thought to himself: Do we really have to send them to jail?

At this time, Jia Zhang seemed to have regained her consciousness. She quietly hid aside, curled up behind the crowd, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.

"Dongxu, Laojia, please come up and bless us..."

After a while.

"A total of 207 kilograms of flour, 123 kilograms of millet, peanuts..." Yan Bugui stood up and read the bill in his hand.

Director Wang calculated as he listened that if all these things were bought on the black market, it would cost at least three or four hundred yuan.

Director Wang thought it was really shocking that someone dared to accept such a large amount of money from the neighbors just by spreading feudal superstition.

At this moment, she was half angry and half annoyed.

What made him angry was that the Jia family dared to accept so many things, and what made him upset was that he shouldn't have said such a firm statement. There were many families in the No. 95 compound who could afford three or four hundred yuan, but the Jia family was definitely not one of them!

After all, the Jia family is poor, and this is a habitual idea that has been deeply rooted in people's minds.

Unexpectedly, before Director Wang could speak, Qin Huairu gritted her teeth and said, "I will return all the food to Director Wang!

But you have to make my mother-in-law hand over all the hidden money she has, otherwise she won’t be able to pay me back even if she sells me off!"

As Qin Huairu said this, she looked resentfully at Jia Zhang who was curled up in the corner. If it weren't for this evil mother-in-law's greed, how could her family have suffered such misfortune?

I have been advising her for so long, but she just won't listen!

Now, I estimate that after tomorrow, even the floor tiles in my house will have to be pried up and sold!

Seeing that Qin Huairu was thinking about her private money, Jia Zhang immediately jumped up and cried, "Qin Huairu, stop talking nonsense, where did I get my private money?

This food is not enough for your private savings, even if you sell me it won't be enough!"

"Yes, you do!"

Qin Huairu looked at Jia Zhang and said viciously, "Since Dongxu and I got married, I have been paying three yuan a month for your retirement. It has been more than ten years, and you have saved at least three or four hundred yuan!

At least you have a gold ring, I saw it!"

Qin Huairu was really ruthless this time. Jia Zhang made her life miserable and even hid away and pushed her out. So it would be better for them to just break up!

"How could I have three or four hundred yuan in pocket money? God swear to me! Your three yuan a month is not enough..." Jia Zhang squatted on the ground, slapping her hands and crying.

Director Wang didn't indulge her and said directly: "Zhang Cuihua, don't play tricks on me. If you don't take out the money and the gold ring, you will have to wait tomorrow. No, you don't have to wait until tomorrow. I will let the police come and take you away now!"

Director Wang then looked at Secretary Ma:

"Officer Ma, please go and explain all the problems I just mentioned to the police comrades. Be careful not to involve the Jia family. These are all Jia Zhang's personal problems."

Director Wang looked at Jia Zhang and said viciously, "Whether you are directly shot or sent to the third line of labor reform in the northwest, it all depends on whether Comrade Zhang Cuihua has the blessing of a divine grandson!"

When Jia Zhang heard this, she trembled all over, and used her hands and feet to crawl towards Jia's house without even having time to stand up straight.

"I'll take it, I'll take it, okay? What a bunch of damn debt collectors! I'm already in such a difficult situation, and yet they're all eyeing my meager savings..."