I messed up the Siheyuan

Yan Fugui blinked and looked at the people around him, also looking confused.

Why do so many people suddenly appear?

Liu Haizhong, who was standing beside him, said impatiently: "Old Yan, if you have something to say, just tell me now!

It’s almost time for dinner, and everyone is still hungry! "

At this time, Yan Jiecheng, who had just walked out of the house, heard the noise and asked with the same concern: "Dad!...What's wrong with you?"

"I...I..." After hesitating for a moment, Yan Fugui held Yi Zhonghai with one hand and Liu Haizhong with the other and walked towards his room.

"Old Yi!...Old Liu!..."

"Let's go inside and talk..."

Yi Zhonghai smiled bitterly, freed his arm from being grabbed, and said, "Old Yan, there's no need to do this.

We can go with you, can't we?"

As he said this, he turned to the people in the courtyard and waved his hand, "Alright, young and old!

There’s nothing to see anymore!

It's time for dinner, everyone go back and have dinner."

After the three men entered the Yan family, Yan Fugui drove out Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi who were doing their homework.

Then he asked the three aunts to guard outside the door to prevent anyone from eavesdropping by lying against the wall.

After going through all this trouble, he looked at Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong and spoke pitifully.

"Old Yi! Old Liu!..."

"Were you also punished at the steel mill?"

Liu Haizhong, who was standing beside him, uttered a heavy "humph!" and said in a muffled voice, "Give it to me! Lao Yi and I were both demoted to level 4 workers."

"Uh!..." Yan Fugui said in astonishment: "Level 4 worker?!...

Wouldn’t that mean the salary has been reduced by more than 40 yuan?

Are you all senior workers?

How could it drop so much?"

Liu Haizhong snorted again, then waved his hands irritably, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore.

Tell me...what's wrong with you?

Why did you bring us to your house? "

"Ugh!...I...I am suffering!..."

As he said this, Yan Fugui howled again.

Afterwards, he choked up and said, "Old Yi, Old Liu! ...

This afternoon, our principal came to see me!

He asked me to write a 5,000-word self-criticism and read it in front of all the teachers in the school.

In addition, the deputy leader of my Chinese language research group was also fired."

As soon as he said this, Liu Haizhong let out a loud "ow".

He pointed at Yan Fugui and asked in surprise: "Old Yan...you...you are the deputy leader of Hongxing Primary School?

You! You! You! ...

How come I don’t know about this?”

After saying this, he stared at Yan Fugui with bloodshot eyes.

It’s no wonder that Liu Haizhong was so excited. It was really because Yan Fugui’s words took him by surprise.

For so many years, what he has been thinking about is just to get a government position and satisfy his desire to be an official, right?

As a result, the wish that he had tried his best but failed to achieve was achieved silently by Yan Fugui, whom he had always looked down upon.

How can they reason with this?

......

Having lived in the same courtyard for so many years, Yan Fugui naturally knew why Liu Haizhong was so excited.

So, he replied somewhat awkwardly: "Lao Liu!...Actually, being a lousy deputy team leader is nothing special.

that is...

Our school gave me this position because I have been working for so many years and have some experience.

In fact, this deputy team leader has no real power at all.

It's just a name.

So, I didn’t publicize it in the hospital.”

As he spoke, his eyes turned red and he began to sob again.

"This deputy team leader is gone, so be it. I don't feel too bad about it."

"But my salary has also been reduced!"

"How are we going to live as a family in the future?"

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Yan Fugui meaningfully and asked, "Old Yan, how much has your salary been reduced? Why can't you survive?"

Yan Fugui slapped his thigh heavily and said in annoyance, "It's reduced by 25 yuan!"

“Twenty-five?!...” Liu Haizhong looked at Yan Fugui in bewilderment, “Old Yan, if your school reduces your salary by twenty-five, then you will only have three dollars left every month!

No way!

Red Star Primary School gives you a salary of three yuan a month?"

"Uh!..." Yan Fugui blinked, a little confused.

He found that he seemed to have let something slip.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong immediately came to their senses.

The two men glared at Yan Fugui, as if waiting for him to explain.

"That... hehe..." Yan Fugui's face flashed with embarrassment, and he said hesitantly: "I...

Am I not the deputy leader of the Chinese language group?

So...So...

My salary has also been increased accordingly.

hey-hey..."

Seeing Yan Fugui's evasive look, Yi Zhonghai felt a little impatient.

"Old Yan, you pulled me and Old Liu in here, what exactly do you want to say?"

"If you have something to say, just say it now."

"We just got punished today and we're feeling upset!"

"But I don't want to play guessing game with you."

These words made Yan Fugui's face slightly straighten up.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking with an evasive look.

"My...my previous salary was actually fifty-two and a half dollars!"

"But... this time... after it dropped by twenty-five dollars, it became twenty-seven and a half dollars."

"My whole family can't survive on this little money a month!"

"Lao Yi, Lao Liu! ...Can you help me?"

"Organize a donation in the courtyard to our family?"

After saying that, he looked at Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong with hope.

Yan Fugui's request stunned the two of them.

They looked at Yan Fugui in confusion.

The room suddenly fell into silence.

Yan Fugui hesitated for a moment, then urged, "Old Yi, Old Liu, do you think it's okay?"

Before Yi Zhonghai could say anything, Liu Haizhong burst out laughing.

"Old Yan, you really dare to think so?"

"Hold a meeting of the whole hospital and mobilize everyone in the hospital to donate money to your family?"

"Why?"

"Just based on your previous salary of more than fifty yuan?"

These words made Yan Fugui glare at Liu Haizhong angrily.

But then he sighed helplessly.

"Lao Yi, Lao Liu, I know..."

"This is a bit difficult to talk about."

"But there's nothing I can do about it!"

"It's only more than 20 yuan a month. How are our family of four going to survive in the future?"

"I..."

At this time, Yi Zhonghai waved his hand and interrupted Yan Fugui's unfinished words.

"Old Yan!..."

"It can be done, but..."

"Your family's affairs must be handled together with Dongxu's family's affairs."

"Uh!..." Yan Fugui was stunned for a moment, then said with a stammer: "Old Yi, you mean...

Mobilize everyone in the hospital to donate money to our family and the Jia family."

"Yes!..." Yi Zhonghai nodded.