Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

The roast duck that Jia Dongxu brought back was eventually taken away by Jia Zhangshi, who chased after him. Jia Dongxu felt ashamed and forced himself to suppress his unhappiness.

"Master, look...ah..."

All the words turn into just a sigh.

Yi Zhonghai advised: "Dongxu, don't be angry with your sister-in-law. It's all because of this year."

"Yes, yes, Dongxu, you are great. Besides, we can just try it."

Yan Bugui's requirements are not high. Having food, wine and some roast duck is enough for him.

"Brother Jia, if you ask me..."

"Silly Zhu, what did you say? What do you want to say?"

"Well, I won't say anything."

Sha Zhu was interrupted by Yi Zhonghai just as he opened his mouth. Yi Zhonghai knew that Sha Zhu was a man of few words and his words were the most hurtful. He told him not to provoke Jia Dongxu again.

When all the dishes were served, Yi Zhonghai and his three companions began to drink.

After three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, Sha Zhu couldn't help but say, "Brother Jia, your business is great. You can earn a roast duck in one day. Doesn't that mean you can earn a month's salary in three days?"

After hearing what Sha Zhu said, Yan Bugui's eyes lit up and his heart trembled: One roast duck a day, two or three hundred a month, how can this be a business? What's the difference between this and robbing money? I wonder if the Yan family can take advantage of this opportunity to make money.

Jia Dongxu looked smug and said, "That's fine. I can make a living."

"Dongxu, it's a good thing that we can make money, but we must not do anything illegal."

To be honest, Yi Zhonghai was still a little worried. He was not worried that Jia Dongxu would make a lot of money, but that Jia Dongxu was taking shortcuts. Besides, it was not easy to make money these days, especially ten yuan a day (roast duck costs ten yuan a piece). How much did he, a seventh-level worker who worked hard all his life, earn in a month?

Jia Dongxu patted his chest and said, "Master, don't worry. I, Jia Dongxu, am no longer the same Jia Dongxu as before. I will not do anything illegal."

"As long as you know."

Yi Zhonghai didn't say anything else. After all, there are some things that cannot be said too much, especially at the dinner table. People are easily excited after being stimulated by alcohol, and talking too much can easily lead to trouble. So just say a few words.

Yan Bugui tried to probe: "Dongxu, now that you can make a lot of money, you can't forget us old neighbors."

"Uncle Yan, don't worry, I remember everything."

"Wait...wait...wait for the next time...there will be a chance..."

The alcohol was taking effect, and Jia Dongxu was now in a state where his mind was clear but his head was a little dizzy.

"That's great, come to Dongxu, the third uncle will give you a toast."

Like Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui can never forget his former status as a manager.

"Uncle Yan, Third Uncle, let's do it."

When it comes to drinking, even though I know it’s useless, I unconsciously bring the glass to my mouth.

"Brother Jia, I'm here too. Don't forget to lend a hand when the time comes."

As for money, everyone likes it and everyone wants to make a lot of money. Sha Zhu is no exception. He never has enough money to spend.

"Silly Zhu, don't worry. There is still... the master. The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, prepare the money. I will help you make... ah... make... a fortune."

After saying this, Jia Dongxu just laid down on the table.

"Old Yi, you heard Dongxu's words carefully. You will testify when the time comes."

Jia Dongxu made the promise personally, and Yan Bugui was somewhat excited.

"Old Yan, you..."

Yi Zhonghai's face looked a little ugly. He didn't expect that Yan Bugui took what was said at the dinner table seriously.

"Old Yi, let the younger generation help you make money, it won't be shabby."

Yan Bugui finished his last glass of wine and went back with the empty bottle.

"Uncle, you take a rest. I'll take Brother Jia back."

"Silly Zhu, thank you for your help."

"It's my duty."

Jia Dongxu was helped back by Sha Zhu.

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As agreed yesterday, at 10 a.m., Liu Guozheng, Lou Xiaoe, Lao San and Chen Xiaolan pushed a tricycle to the Hongxing Sub-district Office.

When he arrived at the subdistrict office, Jiang Weimin had already been there for a long time. What puzzled Liu Guozheng was that Jiang Weimin rarely brought a correspondent with him. Whether it was when he was in the Jingxi mining area or now, he had never seen him bring one. He always rode a bicycle when he went out and rarely took a car.

They were all acquaintances and after a brief chat, Xiao Jiang, an official from the street office, took everyone to the Red Star Welfare Home.

Originally, Director Zhang was thinking of asking a newspaper to report the incident, but Jiang Weimin said that if he asked a newspaper to report the incident himself, the nature of the incident would change. If it was taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives, it would turn a good thing into a bad thing.

Director Zhang thought about it and it made sense. If a good thing turns into a bad thing, it would be better not to do it.

When they arrived at the welfare home, Xiao Jiang first introduced Secretary Jiang and Director Zhang, and then introduced Liu Guozheng and his group.

"Secretary Jiang, Director Zhang, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to visit the children."

Jiang Youfu, a white, fat man who looked even fatter than Liu Haizhong, had a big smile on his face, and he would occasionally glance at the things on the tricycle.

Jiang Youfu held Liu Guozheng's hand and said, "I would also like to thank Comrade Liu Guozheng, you are such a kind person. The children will never forget your kindness."

"Haha, Dean Jiang is a blessed man, quite wealthy."

As soon as Liu Guozheng came in, he noticed that all the staff members of the welfare home had rosy faces, which did not look like they were short of food and clothing. The children were really skinny, and when they saw people coming to visit them, they had complicated expressions in their eyes, which should not appear on these children at all.

"Hey, don't look at me because I'm fat, I'm sick!"

“Is it a disease of affluence?”

"Comrade Liu, you are really humorous. Let me show you this diagnosis from xxx Hospital. Please have a look, leaders."

Jiang Youfu said this and took out a diagnosis certificate from his pocket, on which was the signature of the chief physician of a certain hospital.

After looking at the diagnosis certificate, Jiang Weimin and Director Zhang's expressions relaxed a lot. Could it be that they were overthinking it?

"Look at what's happened. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dean Jiang."

"Comrade Liu, there's no need to do this. I'm used to it."

Jiang Youfu folded the diagnosis certificate and put it back in his pocket, then continued, "Two leaders, Comrade Liu, may I ask about this donation? Well, I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you. The children haven't had a meal for several months. I feel very sad."

As he said this, he managed to squeeze out two tears.

The third brother whispered in Liu Guozheng's ear: "Brother Zheng, this fat guy is too fake."

Liu Guozheng gave the third brother a look, signaling him not to speak.

"Come on, children, welcome Secretary Jiang and Director Zhang, as well as the kind uncles and aunts who are visiting us."

Jiang Youfu took the lead in applauding, and the children clapped expressionlessly, and the applause was sparse.

"Leader, don't be surprised. The children are suffering. They are so hungry that they don't even have the energy to clap."

Jiang Youfu pretended to wipe away his tears, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"President Jiang, Qian..."

"Comrade Liu, I'm sorry, we don't accept cash donations, we only accept supplies."

Liu Guozheng was interrupted by Jiang Youfu before he could finish his words.

"President Jiang, don't worry. We don't have money. We only have supplies."

"Comrade Liu, the supplies are great, the supplies are great. Thank you, thank you, I thank you for your generosity on behalf of the children."

The embarrassment on Jiang Youfu's face flashed away.

"Come on, kids, have some candy."

Lou Xiao'e and Chen Xiaolan thought of giving some candies to these children to sweeten their mouths first.

"Comrades, you may not know that all donations now need to be recorded first and then distributed collectively."

"What do you mean? There was no such rule when I came here before."

Chen Xiaolan's eyebrows raised, she and Lou Xiao'e used to come here frequently, and had never heard of such a rule.

"Comrade, I'm sorry, this is just for the sake of management."

"Secretary Jiang, Director Zhang, look at this..."

Jiang Youfu pretended to be in a difficult situation.

Jiang Weimin didn't want to stay here for a moment: "Guozheng, let them record first."

"One hundred kilograms of millet"

"Fifty kilograms of flour."

"One hundred kilograms of cornmeal."

"Ten kilograms of fruit candy."

"Twenty pounds of pork belly."

This is all Liu Guozheng prepared this time.

Jiang Youfu was so happy that his heart was beaming with joy. Now he had everything he needed for the New Year.

“Thank you, thank you very much, thank you for your donation, good people will be rewarded.”

Before leaving, Jiang Youfu bowed and lowered his head.

After leaving the welfare home, Liu Guozheng invited: "Secretary Jiang, why don't you come over to our place and give us some guidance on our work."

"Okay, I just happen to have something to discuss with you."

Jiang Weimin did not refuse, and everyone except Xiao Jiang went to the Hope New Village Office.