Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

"Take all your stuff and get out now!"

The head of the Propaganda Section led people to clear out all of Xu Damao's personal belongings and returned them in full along with the remaining salary for this month.

Xu Damao, who was thrown out of the factory, struggled to get up, picked up the things on the ground and wanted to go back to the factory, but was stopped by security.

From now on, Xu Damao is no longer an employee of the steel rolling mill and cannot enter the factory.

"Assholes, why do you treat me like this!"

Even the remaining wages were settled in advance. It seemed that the propaganda chief had planned it in advance. However, Xu Damao was still unwilling to accept it when he thought of this.

The projectionist's moves were passed down to him by his father, and he was thinking of passing them on to his son later, but who would have thought that they would suddenly disappear today.

The head of the Propaganda Section ignored Xu Damao's shouting and led his men away.

The propaganda section chief already knew about the restructuring of the steel mill. It was almost impossible for a cadre like him in a key position to keep his job, and it was even difficult for him to continue staying in the steel mill.

If you want to stay in the steel mill, the safest way is to transfer to a grassroots position.

When the steel mill is nationalized, the leadership will be the most affected. Ordinary employees will not be implicated, but will benefit from it and get a stable job.

Xu Damao will be dismissed today to free up his position so that the Propaganda Section Chief can take over the projectionist's job to avoid being affected.

After shouting for a while outside the steel mill, Xu Damao, who was thirsty, could not hold on any longer and had to return to the yard with his things.

Being fired by the steel mill was a big deal, so Xu Damao had to discuss it with his father quickly to see if he could save the job.

……

Xu Damao, who lost his job, was like a defeated rooster, with his head hung low and a look of dejection on his face. He tiptoed back to the yard, fearing that he would make any noise and be discovered by the neighbors. This was in stark contrast to his usual nonchalant appearance.

"Xu Damao, why are you back?"

Today is a weekday and all the men in the yard have gone out to work, leaving only a group of women in the yard to do housework.

The return of Xu Damao as a man at this time was very conspicuous and he couldn't hide even if he wanted to.

"I forgot something."

Xu Damao made up an excuse and hurried into the backyard. He didn't want to expose the fact that he was fired.

If the neighbors knew about this, they would definitely laugh at me.

After returning home, Xu Damao closed the door and locked himself in the room.

The incident happened suddenly, so he needed to calm down and think about how to tell his father.

Lying in bed and thinking over and over again, Xu Damao had no idea how to explain his failure to his father.

As he was thinking, he felt sleepy and Xu Damao, exhausted both physically and mentally, fell asleep.

Xu Damao didn't wake up until he couldn't stand the hunger anymore. He looked up and was shocked. The sky outside was dim and it was obviously late.

Xu Damao hurriedly jumped off the bed and staggered to the door. Just as he was about to go out, there was a knock on the door.

Xu Damao cried out inwardly that something was wrong, and after a moment of hesitation, he still forced himself to open the door.

There was no other exit in the room, so Xu Damao couldn't escape even if he wanted to, and could only face it head-on.

"Xu Damao!"

As soon as the door opened, Xu Damao was hit hard.

Yes, it was a literal blow to the head.

Before Xu Damao could react, the stick hit him hard on the forehead. He saw stars and felt dizzy. The whole world became dim and bright.

"You little bastard harassed the female comrades in the factory, causing us to be implicated and criticized. You really deserve to be beaten!"

The one swinging the stick was none other than Liu Haizhong, the second uncle in the yard.

Liu Haizhong was accompanied by several neighbors, their faces full of indignation, as if they wanted to tear out Xu Damao's tendons and skin him alive.

"Uh~"

Xu Damao covered his head, held onto the door frame to stabilize his body, and sobbed softly: "Liu Haizhong, why did you hit me..."

Liu Haizhong snorted coldly and waved the wooden stick in his hand without a trace of mercy in his eyes.

“The blow just now was considered light.

You are such an evildoer, not only do you stir up discord in the courtyard and harm the children, but you even dare to flirt with other girls outside.

I must teach you a lesson today."

A big incident happened in the steel rolling mill today. Many employees who usually engage in passive resistance or misbehavior were severely criticized and punished.

Liu Haizhong was usually obsessed with the power struggles in the hospital, and his work efficiency was obviously not as good as before, so he was criticized.

Of course, Liu Haizhong himself will not admit his fault.

Therefore, after hearing that Xu Damao was expelled from the steel rolling mill due to his work style problems, Liu Haizhong forcibly pushed the responsibility for his own criticism onto him.

It's all Xu Damao's fault.

It was because of Xu Damao’s good deeds that Liu Haizhong was implicated.

Following this unreasonable logic, Liu Haizhong came to Xu Damao with a stick to seek revenge as soon as he got off work.

“What I do out there is none of your business.

Don’t rely on the fact that you are the boss and…”

Xu Damao's speech was interrupted by Liu Haizhong with a stick before he could finish it.

The stick hit Xu Damao on the shoulder, and the pain made him sit on the ground and gasp.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?!

I am the head of the hospital, and I have to take care of you if you have problems with your work style!"

Liu Haizhong came here today to vent his anger, not to reason with Xu Damao.

If you want to talk about reason, first ask the stick in his hand.

"Second uncle, stop fighting."

Yi Zhonghai popped his head out from behind and stopped Liu Haizhong.

"Woo~woo~"

Seeing that someone finally came to help, Xu Damao burst into tears in grief.

"Uncle, you can make the decision for me.

Liu Haizhong suddenly came to my door and hit me with a stick without saying a word..."

Yi Zhonghai did not look at the crying Xu Damao, but said calmly to Liu Haizhong: "Xu Damao is certainly wrong, but we are neighbors in the same courtyard. How can you just hit him?"

Ever since Liu Haizhong became the manager, he has become more and more unscrupulous. Yi Zhonghai came here today not to save Xu Damao, but to take the opportunity to suppress his arrogance.

"Uncle, you know what kind of person Xu Damao is.

He is very thick-skinned. What's the point of just scolding him?

If you want him to learn his lesson, you have to use this."

Liu Haizhong said this while weighing the stick in his hand.

"That won't work either. Even if we want to punish him, we have to go through a full house meeting.

You can’t lynch.”

Yi Zhonghai was reminding Liu Haizhong that when doing things, one must follow procedural justice and when beating people, one must have a legitimate reason.

At the same time, it was also a warning to Liu Haizhong not to think of dominating the hospital alone.

Only when the three managers join hands can they call the shots in the courtyard.

"You're lucky this time."

The two looked at each other for a long time. Liu Haizhong turned his head and said something harsh to Xu Damao, then turned and left with the stick.

Liu Haizhong was not in the right in the beating, and no one helped Xu Damao, so he could still settle the matter with the stick in his hand.

Now that Yi Zhonghai has come out to speak for Xu Damao, he can no longer force his way forward.

"Uncle, he hit Liu Haizhong so hard, I can't..."

Xu Damao also wanted to complain to Yi Zhonghai about Liu Haizhong's evil deeds.

Yi Zhonghai raised his hand and placed it on Xu Damao's injured shoulder, and warned him calmly: "Xu Damao, you'd better take care of yourself."