Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

"Give it all to her. I don't want it anymore, okay?"

Shazhu collapsed.

"That won't work. Do you think I'm a black-hearted person like Yi Zhonghai?"

Liu Guozheng glanced at Yi Zhonghai with a half-smile.

Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat. What does this mean?

Why does Liu Guozheng look at me like that?

Could it be that he knew something else?

Unsure of the situation, Yi Zhonghai did not move or speak, but just stood aside with a gloomy face.

"Director Wang, why don't we just work on-site in the courtyard?"

Liu Guozheng turned around and suggested.

"That's fine."

Now that I have come to this, it is okay if it doesn’t work out.

"However, Comrade Liu Guozheng, Sha Zhu and his family can split up the family property, but they cannot divide up the house. The property ownership certificate is still in He Daqing's hands."

This matter must be made clear, otherwise if He Daqing comes back someday, Director Wang will not be able to bear the responsibility.

"By the way, how old was He Yushui when He Daqing left the courtyard?"

Liu Guozheng really didn't know when He Daqing left.

"I know. It was in June of 1951."

Yan Bugui thought, it’s finally my turn to speak.

"How old were you that year, girl?"

"6 is old."

By that time, He Yushui was old enough to remember things, so he naturally knew his age.

Liu Guozheng continued, "Director Wang, if you put it this way, He Daqing would be guilty of abandonment."

(The crime of abandonment should have existed at that time)

"what...."

Everyone was shocked again.

This Sunday was fun and I learned a lot.

"so what?"

Director Wang also doesn’t know what Liu Guozheng wants to say?

"So the subdistrict office can safely handle the He family's division, and at the same time, apply for a new property certificate for He Yushui, and temporarily reserve the right to sue He Daqing."

Good guy, I'm waiting here.

What an eye-opener.

Director Wang nodded and said that this was not an impossible approach.

Liu Guozheng asked again: "Silly Zhu, have you made up your mind?"

"Ah..I..agree."

Sha Zhu said these four words with great difficulty. After he finished speaking, he looked around. After this big house, the best house in the courtyard, it would no longer belong to him, Sha Zhu. Two lines of hot tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Then I'll have to trouble Director Wang."

Since both Sha Zhu and He Yushui have agreed, and it is legally tenable, things will be easy to handle.

The document of separation of property should be made in triplicate.

"Aunt Xu, go help the girl pack her things. We'll move today."

"Erlang, Laosan, Dabao, help Shazhu pack up and move."

"Da Mao, you go to the subdistrict office with He Yushui right now to get the property certificate transferred to He Yushui's name, and get a new grain certificate and other things done as well." (It is assumed that the subdistrict office is open all year round)

"Director Wang, I need you to write a note."

Everyone who heard this was stunned. Is it necessary to be so anxious?

"Well, Director Wang, Comrade Liu Guozheng, there is nothing more for our police station to do down there, so I'll go back first."

The matter was solved perfectly, and Yue Zhen didn't want to stay here any longer. He decided to go back and interrogate the deaf old lady and make it a solid case as soon as possible. He was not afraid of the last person coming to plead for her.

"I'm really sorry to trouble Director Yue today."

"No matter where you are, we are all serving the people."

Yue Zhen left in a hurry.

"Let's go, everyone. It's getting late. It's time to eat."

Seeing that no one mentioned his own affairs, Yi Zhonghai's cleverness came back.

"Yi Zhonghai, why are you in such a hurry? Do you think the forced donation issue is over?"

"Call everyone and have a meeting in the front yard."

Director Wang walked towards the front yard with a gloomy face.

"Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, get out of the way."

Seeing Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui sitting on the left and right of the square table again, Director Wang was so angry that he didn't want to eat for the whole day. He was so angry that he was full.

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui's old faces turned red and they stood up with droopy faces.

"Can someone tell me how much you have donated over the years and for whom?"

After Director Wang finished speaking, the audience fell silent, especially Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, who didn't know where to start.

"Yi Zhonghai, you speak."

Seeing that everyone was silent, I could only point out their names.

"I don't remember how many times I donated, and I don't remember who I donated to. I only remember the Jia family."

At this time, Yi Zhonghai was still trying to be clever.

"Yi Zhonghai, just like Xu Damao said, you deserve to be wiped out. You lied with open eyes."

"That's right, Yi Zhonghai, you dare to lie to Director Wang in front of me? Director Wang, we know that all the donations over the years have been donated to the Jia family."

"Yes, yes, every time I donate, it's for the Jia family, at least four or five times a year."

"Damn it, it wasn't until today that I realized that, apart from the deaf old lady, Yi Zhonghai is the worst person in this courtyard."

"Yi Zhonghai, pay me back."

"Yes, pay back the money."

"..."

Bang Bang Bang..

Director Wang picked up the enamel pot on the table and started knocking on it.

Everyone in the courtyard finally quieted down.

Yan Bugui was so distressed watching this, because that was the enamel mug he used to drink tea, and the porcelain on it had been knocked off by Director Wang.

"Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, don't you remember either?"

"Now is a good opportunity to make a contribution."

Director Wang looked at Yan Bugui deliberately.

"Director Wang, I have the records. I'll go get them."

There was an opportunity to make meritorious contributions, which could not be missed. Yan Bugui took two steps at a time and returned home to take out a small notebook.

Liu Haizhong just stared blankly and missed another chance to show off.

"Director Wang, look, they are all here."

Yan Bugui handed the account book to Director Wang and took his enamel pot in his hand.

Director Wang didn't care about Yan Bugui's actions. Now her mind was completely focused on the account book.

"Good, good, good."

Director Wang became angrier and angrier as he looked at it, and his hands were shaking with anger.

The above records the number and amount of donations made in the two years of 58 and 59.

You won’t know until you calculate it, and you’ll be shocked when you do.

A total of 1582.67 yuan was donated in two years, with both decimal and round amounts recorded. It is clear at a glance who donated how much and on what date the donation was made.

"Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, don't you want to say anything now?"

Putting down the account book, Director Wang rubbed his eyebrows.

"Director Wang, this is all Yi Zhonghai's fault. It has nothing to do with me, Liu Haizhong."

Liu Haizhong came up and tried to distance himself from the matter first. As for whether he could distance himself from the matter or not, we would talk about it later.

"Old Liu is right. All the donations were organized by Yi Zhonghai. We were just passive participants."

Yan Bugui would naturally pass the blame.

Yi Zhonghai wiped the sweat from his forehead, said nothing, and was not in the mood to talk. At this moment, his previous words were of no use at all.

Everyone knows which family in Nanluoguxiang is a poor family and which family is the family of military martyrs. It is all recorded in the street office. Others may not know, but Director Wang knows that the Jia family is not a poor family at all.

"Jia Zhang, Qin Huairu, come and have a look."

"In the past two years, I have donated to you 12 times, ranging from tens to hundreds, for a total of 1582.67 yuan."

“If you have no objection, go home and get the money and return it to your neighbor.”

Director Wang doesn’t want to say anything now, so let’s just be direct. I’m really tired today, mentally exhausted.