Siheyuan: The wife pays off the husband's debt, Huairu's mentality collapses

Life at home was very difficult, so I thought of raising funds for them in the courtyard."

Although Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui are the second and third uncles, they do not have much say in the courtyard.

Basically, all matters are decided by Yi Zhonghai, the big boss.

"Okay, you have the final say on this matter."

After Liu Haizhong said this, he continued to eat the eggs in front of him and drink.

When he got to Yan Bugui, after he agreed to this matter, he had something else to say.

"Old Yi, you also know that our family is not well off. Given our current situation, how can we afford to donate extra money?"

Yan Bugui behaved like this every time, and Yi Zhonghai was used to it, so he took out ten yuan and gave it to him.

"When you donate later, take out this ten dollars and say it's your own donation."

Yan Bugui took the money with a smile, and Yi Zhonghai left.

After leaving Yan Bugui's house, Yi Zhonghai did not rush to convene a meeting of the whole hospital, but went to He Yuzhu's house.

"Silly Zhu, I'm going to call a meeting of the whole institute later."

"Okay, uncle, I'll go get someone for you."

Yi Zhonghai nodded, came out of He Yuzhu's house, and went to the eight-immortals table.

He Yuzhu began knocking on doors one by one, asking them to attend the whole hospital meeting.

Su Mu was called and got up from the bed with a frown, put on a coat and went out.

When he arrived at the eight-immortals table, Su Mu found a seat in the corner and huddled there.

No matter what is discussed in this college meeting, it has nothing to do with him and he will not participate in it.

Yi Zhonghai, Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong were sitting at the front. They cleared their throats when they saw that all the residents had arrived.

“Today’s meeting in the compound has only one thing in mind, which is to raise funds for the Jia family.

Jia Dongxu is the only laborer in the Jia family, but because of what happened recently, their family now has no income.

Jia Zhang suffered from various illnesses and had to go to the hospital to get medicine every day.

Their family is now struggling to make ends meet, and our courtyard is a courtyard of unity and friendship.

Our courtyard has always been a place of mutual help and support. Whenever there are difficulties, we all help each other to overcome them.

The Jia family is in trouble now, and we cannot just stand by and watch. We should help if we can.

As an old man in the courtyard, I will set an example and donate 20 yuan. "

After Yi Zhonghai expressed his opinion, it was Liu Haizhong's turn next. He took out five dollars and put it on the table.

Yi Zhonghai hoped that Liu Haizhong could donate ten yuan, so that the three uncles could donate 40 yuan each.

Yi Zhonghai knew best what kind of personality Jia Zhang had. If there was any less, she would definitely be unwilling.

But for the residents living in the courtyard houses, it is completely impossible to have too much.

So we can only rely on these three uncles, but Liu Haizhong only took out five yuan, which is too little.

"Old Liu, isn't your donation of five dollars too little?"

"We have three sons who depend on my salary alone. We have no money."

Liu Haizhong didn't really want to donate the five dollars, and Yi Zhonghai actually wanted him to donate more. Of course he was unwilling to do so.

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai did not say anything, but just looked at Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui slammed the ten yuan Yi Zhonghai gave him on the table and said, "I'll donate ten yuan."

Yi Zhonghai took the lead in applauding: "Our Third Uncle's family conditions are not very good, and they are also a bit difficult.

But in order to help residents in greater need, he was willing to donate ten yuan, setting an example for our courtyard house.”

Although Yi Zhonghai did not mention Liu Haizhong by name, any smart person could tell that he was implying something about him.

Liu Haizhong pursed his lips and said nothing. How could he not know that the ten dollars was given by Yi Zhonghai?

Yan Bugui is the most stingy person in their courtyard, and he only thinks about taking money from others.

How could he possibly donate money from his own pocket to the Jia family? That was something he would never be able to do in his lifetime.

"Uncle, I'll donate five dollars."

As Yi Zhonghai's most loyal thug, He Yuzhu would definitely support him at this time.

He stood up with five dollars and put it on the table in the front.

Yi Zhonghai patted He Yuzhu on the shoulder and said, "Silly Zhu, your salary is only a dozen yuan a month.

I am willing to donate five dollars to the Jia family to help them overcome this difficulty.

He embodies the unity, friendship and mutual help of our courtyard.

Young people should learn more and be closer to Shazhu."

Other residents also took out money from their pockets and put it on the table.

Of course, most of the residents are unwilling to donate money to the Jia family. After all, this is not the first or second time that they have raised funds for the Jia family.

It was extremely difficult for other residents to ask Yi Zhonghai to borrow some money. He would not even lend them a single dollar.

If they were asked to donate money, the minimum would be one or two yuan. If it was less, Yi Zhonghai would single it out for discussion.

But Yi Zhonghai is the boss of the courtyard and not someone they can afford to offend.

So in the end they had no choice but to obey and donate as much money as Yi Zhonghai asked them to.

Everyone donated money, but there was one person who did not donate, and that person was Sumu.

Su Mu leaned there without moving, with no intention of standing up at all.

After seeing this scene, the residents of the courtyard house couldn't help but discuss it with people around them.

"Why doesn't Sumu donate money? Is he an exception? Can he not donate money?"

"The person who lives the most comfortably in our courtyard is Sumu, but he doesn't donate money. Why should we donate money?"

"This Sumu is too stingy. The rent is more than 100 yuan a month, but he is not willing to donate even a few dollars."

Yi Zhonghai didn't want to mention Su Mu in front of so many people, after all, he still wanted Xiaoyue to marry him.

In addition, now that Sumu works at the street office, he can meet Director Wang every day.

If he didn't do his job well, Su Mu could go to Director Wang to complain at any time.

Given the current situation, Director Wang will definitely favor Su Mu. Believe what he says.

But all the residents of the courtyard were here, and if he didn't say anything about Su Mu, others would be unhappy.

After thinking it over again and again, Yi Zhonghai finally called out Su Mu's name.

"Everyone in Sumu has donated, so why don't you donate?"

"Didn't they say that this donation is voluntary? And the Jia family still owes me 100 yuan, and I'm still donating money to them. Did I get my money from the flood?"

When ordinary residents heard Yi Zhonghai's question, they would definitely take out the money immediately.

But Su Mu is not an ordinary person. He will not be scared by Yi Zhonghai's words.