I became a poor little sophora japonica in the courtyard

After the Spring Festival of 1961, Jingyi turned 16 and had become a tall and graceful girl. At Yuanmingyuan Vocational and Technical College, she became a school beauty.

She strolled along the shore of the Weiming Lake on campus with a book in her hand, and there would always be college boys coming to chat with her. But Jingyi politely declined all their advances.

Adding up the three lives, Jingyi has lived for more than a hundred years. She is very indifferent to emotional issues and her heart is calm.

After walking along the wall from the north gate of the school, she once again stood on the ruins of the Old Summer Palace. She turned on the perspective capture function, found the buried dry well, and captured the treasures inside into the warehouse.

When there is a suitable opportunity in the future, she will donate these treasures to the National Museum. She wanted to donate them in her previous life, but unfortunately she didn't have much time left. Those things are still in her warehouse!

Looking at the two identical emerald watermelons in front of her, where even the patterns on the rind were exactly the same, Jingyi was filled with awe for the mystery of the parallel universe.

Whenever she had free time, she would ride her bike to the places where she had taken the treasures and put them back into her warehouse.

That day, she rode her bike home from school. As soon as she arrived at the gate of No. 95 courtyard, she saw neighbors gathered outside the gate and whispering. It seemed that something big had happened in her courtyard!

Before she entered the hall, she heard the wailing of Jia Zhangshi from the west wing of the middle courtyard. The middle courtyard was full of neighbors, all talking about what happened in the Jia family today.

When Jingyi passed by Jia's house, she turned around and looked over. She saw that the outer room of the west wing had been decorated with mourning halls. Qin Huairu brought her two children in heavy mourning clothes, and her eyes were swollen like peaches from crying.

Jia Dongxu is dead? Looking at Qin Huairu's big belly, he should be offline by now.

Yushui peeked out from the east wing. When she saw Jingyi returning to the courtyard after school, she hurried back to the house to put away her half-finished homework, and ran into the backyard with her schoolbag.

"It's so noisy in my courtyard! I can't even review my lessons."

Yu Shui opened her textbook again on Jing Yi's desk and began to review her lessons. She would be taking the high school entrance exam in a few days! With Jing Yi's advice, Yu Shui had already applied for the communications major at the Post and Telecommunications Technical School.

"Who died in the Jia family? Why is Jia Zhang crying so loudly?" Jingyi asked knowingly.

"Her son Jia Dongxu died in an accident at the steel rolling mill! The factory is investigating the responsibility for the accident. They said that the accident was caused by Jia Dongxu's illegal operation of the equipment." Yu Shui wrote and introduced without turning his head.

"Qin Huairu has such a miserable life! She became a widow at such a young age. The baby in her belly has not even been born yet, but she lost her biological father." Jingyi also sighed sincerely.

The fate of this little Sophora japonica is really unfortunate. I don’t know if it can grow up smoothly in this life. I don’t know whether I should help the little Sophora japonica?

"Xiaoling, you have to be prepared. I heard that there will be a whole hospital meeting tonight to raise funds for the Jia family." Yu Shui revealed again.

"Then I'll make dinner early. I have some noodles here, and we'll have noodles with soybean paste tonight."

Jingyi went to the kitchen and opened the oven door. The fried meat sauce was ready in the post station warehouse, and all she had to do was boil some water and make a bowl of egg soup.

When Yushui heard that they were going to eat noodles with soybean paste tonight, she swallowed hard without realizing it. This year was the third year of the famine, and although Xiaoling had always been supporting her, she was too embarrassed to come and eat for free every day.

After a while, Jingyi came to the table with two bowls of fragrant noodles with soybean paste. "Eat first and then write. Don't let the noodles clump together."

Jingyi went to the kitchen to get egg soup again. Yushui came over and mixed the two bowls of noodles. Now they can eat pure noodles with fried meat sauce, what a luxury!

"Xiaoling! I'll sleep at your place tonight. I'm scared of the Central Courtyard right now!" Yu Shui asked Jingyi while eating noodles with soybean paste.

"Okay! Wait until the Jia family finishes the funeral, then you can go back to your east ear room. Don't act like a rogue!"

There was a funeral in the courtyard, so it was normal for a single girl to be afraid at night. Jingyi agreed to Yushui without thinking too much.

The two of them had just finished eating the noodles with soybean paste with the doors and windows closed when someone came to inform them that a whole hospital meeting would be held that night.

Yu Shui didn't dare to take the dishes and chopsticks directly to the public pool, for fear that others would see it. She first rinsed the dishes and chopsticks with boiling water from the thermos to remove the grease on the bowls, and then carried the basin to the yard.

Such a big thing happened in the courtyard today. The atmosphere in the courtyard is very solemn and the aunts and grandmas don’t dare to talk and laugh casually in the courtyard.

"Mrs. Jia! Please accept my condolences. Once the accident is investigated at the steel mill, I will help you get the compensation they deserve. Let's hold a meeting of the whole hospital tonight to raise donations for you."

In the west wing of Jia's house, Yi Zhonghai brought food from his own home and comforted Jia Zhangshi.

"Old Yi! After my son Dongxu died, only my widow and I are left at home. How are we going to live?" Jia Zhang cried for the whole afternoon, and her voice was still extremely loud.

"The leaders of the steel rolling mill will consider the practical difficulties of the employees' families, and I will also report it to the higher-ups. Xiao Qin, you are also responsible for the baby in your belly. Dongxu still has a work position left, and you should also discuss who will take over." Yi Zhonghai could only continue to comfort her.

Seeing that it was almost time, Jingyi and Yushui went to the front yard together.

There were only 20 people attending the meeting today, which was the smallest number of participants in the history. Uncle Yi Zhonghai also briefly described the current predicament of the Jia family and hoped that all residents of the hospital would carry forward the spirit of solidarity and mutual assistance and show love to the Jia family. Money and bills are fine!

"As the most senior man in the community, I will take the lead. I will donate ten yuan."

Yi Zhonghai set an example! He took out a big black ten from his pocket and threw it into the donation box. Third uncle Yan Bugui quickly wrote it down in his notebook.

"I will also donate ten yuan! This is called when one side is in trouble, all sides come to its aid. There is true love in the world, and we should repay the kindness of our parents with our hearts." The second uncle Liu Haizhong stood up and spoke.

Since he suffered from his low education, he began to strengthen his cultural knowledge. He vowed to do work instead of work whenever he had the chance! In his spare time, he listened to the radio and read newspapers. Now he has made obvious progress and can speak fluently.

"I, I'll donate one yuan. Everyone knows that my family is large, and my salary as a primary school teacher cannot be compared with your state-owned factory."

The third uncle Yan Bugui awkwardly took out a handful of Mao Zedong's banknotes from his pocket, counted out ten and stuffed them into the donation box with a painful look.

After the three uncles paid, the residents below looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one stepped forward to raise funds. These three uncles set the tone so high, who would dare to go up and give a penny?

"I'll donate 10 yuan too! As a neighbor in trouble, I should lend a hand."

Sha Zhu stood up from the crowd. He glanced at Sister Qin, who was dressed in mourning, fished out some money from his pocket, strode up to give the money to Yan Bugui, and turned around to look at the crowd with contempt.

"If you all do this, we won't be able to raise funds! How can we compare with you?" Immediately, a resident below started shouting.

"Everyone, be quiet! Fundraising is entirely voluntary. It doesn't matter how big the amount is. It all depends on your heart." Uncle Yi Zhonghai knocked on the table and explained loudly.

The neighbors present could only go up and put money into the donation box one cent at a time. Those who were ready to put in coins were too embarrassed to do so.

Jingyi searched the warehouse of the post station and her own pockets, but couldn't find a single bill. She could only take one dollar and go up to make up the number. She was still a student, so being able to take out one dollar was already a big deal.

When the fundraising activity was over, Yan Bugui gave the thirty-plus yuan in the cardboard box to Qin Huairu. This amount was almost equal to Jia Dongxu's monthly salary, and Qin Huairu was very grateful.

The next day, the Red Star Steel Mill accident responsibility investigation was released. The result was that Jia Dongxu's illegal operation led to the accident. Not only did he die, but he also caused damage to the equipment in the steel mill workshop.

In this case, the steel mill has the right not to pay compensation, but to give a condolence payment to comfort the family. But Yi Zhonghai went to the factory director's office to find Director Yang and told him about the current predicament of the Jia family. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are both widows, and they have two underage children, and they are pregnant with another.

The factory held another meeting to discuss the issue, and at the suggestion of Director Yang, in the afternoon, Deputy Director Li, carrying gifts, visited the families of the workers who had the accident on behalf of the rolling mill.

Jia Dongxu's workstation was reserved for his family, who were also given 500 yuan in compensation. After they start working, they can also receive an additional 2 yuan in subsidies each month.

Jia Zhang was still not satisfied and was ready to go to the steel mill to make a scene, but was stopped by Yi Zhonghai. Jia Dongxu violated the rules, and the factory had already shown its utmost sincerity. After all, your family members still have to go to the steel mill to work!