Siheyuan: Starting to work in the street office

This conference was naturally convened by the eldest uncle Yi Zhonghai and the third uncle Yan Bugui.

Originally, Yi Zhonghai was ostracized by Yan Bugui and others, and after he resigned from the position of the eldest uncle, he didn't want to get involved in these trivial matters anymore. However, Yan Bugui's words sounded pitiful, and in front of He Yuzhu, Qin Huairu and others, seeing the third uncle's eyes full of tears, Yi Zhonghai wanted to set a good example for them and couldn't refuse anymore.

But he wouldn't say much, as one shouldn't meddle in matters that are not within one's jurisdiction. After gathering everyone together, Yi Zhonghai wouldn't say much either, and let Yan Bugui speak for himself.

It was you who got me down in the first place. I have done the best I can to this extent.

Although it was just after the Chinese New Year and the weather was still quite cold, the neighbors who were present did not complain.

There are not many entertainment activities nowadays. After get off work, every family has nothing to do except making children at home. Even if they do make children, they are afraid that if they really get pregnant, they will not be able to afford to raise them in this era.

After a while, seeing that everyone had arrived, Yi Zhonghai coughed.

"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. Neighbors, I think everyone is wondering why we have to hold another general meeting. To be honest, since I am no longer a big boss, I don't want to, and I don't have the power to call everyone to hold this meeting.

However, Old Yan found me and said that his family was in trouble. We have been neighbors for so many years, and there was nothing I could do. That is why I called you all together. Today, we are not having a whole courtyard meeting, but just a gathering of neighbors.

Old Yan, if you have any difficulties, just tell us yourself. If the neighbors have the conditions, they will help you. If they don’t have the conditions and can’t help you, don’t complain.

Old Yan, please come up and say a few words."

Yan Bugui didn't even bother to find Yi Zhonghai and said a few words. How could he convene a meeting to get donations for himself? After all, he was once a big shot. It was already embarrassing enough for him to donate money to himself, and now he had to go up and say it himself!

But there was no other way. Things had come to this point. After a slight comparison between money and face, Yan Bugui resolutely chose money.

You can’t eat your face.

Yan Bugui adjusted the legs of his glasses and stood up.

"Dear neighbors, although it is a little difficult to talk about, you can all see the situation of my family. My school has been closed, and I have no income. And at this time, Jiefang got into trouble again, and both his legs were amputated. This is even worse for my family.

As for me, I'm not afraid of being laughed at by everyone. My eldest son, Yan Jiecheng, was not sensible and he left too. I have no choice but to live my life. There are several people at home waiting for food.

I really had no other choice, so I shamelessly found our uncle to see if I could gather everyone to donate to my family, whether it was money or food. I would like to thank everyone here."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, the scene fell into silence. No one chatted anymore, for fear of being noticed.

Although Zhongshan and his people have a good life, they are only a minority. The vast majority of ordinary people are still struggling to have enough food to eat. It’s okay for those who have formal jobs, but whether they can have enough to eat is another matter, but they have a stable source of food every month.

But there are still many people who are unemployed and can only rely on odd jobs to support their families, and there are many who have no food to eat.

Is there anything left to donate to the Yan family?

Yan Bugui saw that this was not going to work, the situation was becoming so awkward.

Yan Bugui glanced towards Yi Zhonghai, hoping to ask the old man to come to the rescue and say a few words.

But Yi Zhonghai pretended not to see it and just lowered his head and looked at the table.

Yan Bugui had no choice but to cough twice and speak out loud.

"Neighbors, I know that everyone is having a hard time. So, those of you who are well-off and have extra money can help more, and those who are not so well-off can help less. I am here to thank everyone."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he looked at He Yuzhu.

After all, every time donations were made to the Qin family and two other poor neighbors, He Yuzhu was the first to respond.

But it was an old man who took the lead, and sometimes the money donated by He Yuzhu was even taken by the old man behind the scenes. He Yuzhu was the first to respond.

But what is your reason, Yan Bugui? Because you are old? Because you don't take a bath?

You are neither the uncle Yi Zhonghai nor the younger brother of He Yuzhu's father He Daqing, He Daqiang, why should I help you.

Yan Bugui asked He Yuzhu to also look at the table that Yi Zhonghai was looking at. There was no way to look at other people. If they wanted to look for someone else, they would have to look for a few people from Lao Zhong's family. The conditions of these three families were top-notch and they were all leading families.

As a leader, you can't fail to take the lead!

As a result, before coming, several people from the Zhong family had heard Zhong Shan’s analysis. Your Yan family is not really in trouble, so why should I be the scapegoat?

It's true, the table in front of Yi Zhonghai has been placed in the yard for many years. It is usually placed in the gatehouse. The gatehouse is the back house and it is at the door. The walls and windows are a bit damaged, so it has never been divided out.

This table has been in the yard for quite a few years. It has a simple design and no patterns, and it really has a bit of the Ming Dynasty style.

Moreover, over the years, it has been moved every time a meeting is held, and it is moved back and forth all the time, but it is still strong and shows no sign of falling apart.

It’s just that the table has been there for too long, and I don’t know if the outer layer is paint or just dirty due to age. I can’t tell what material it is made of, what kind of wood, but Zhongshan is basically certain that it is a good thing.

Although Zhongshan now has a lot of antiques and ancient furniture in his space, some of which can even be called national treasures, but they are different from this table. This table was discovered by Zhongshan himself from the dust, which gives him a unique sense of accomplishment.

Zhong Shan's mind is now full of thoughts on how to change the table, get a similar one, and replace it himself. It's just a table, and no one will pay attention to it.

Or you can find an excuse, say you just like this table, it’s just a table, no one will care if you come over!

Yan Bugui saw that everyone was looking at the table and no one agreed with him. No, what's so good about this broken table? These people did it on purpose.

If Zhong Shan knew what Yan Bugui was thinking, he would definitely cry out: God swear to God, she doesn't know what others think, but she, Zhong Shan, really likes this table and has absolutely no other thoughts. She didn't think of just trying to please him, absolutely not.

Of course, Zhong Shan had no way of guaranteeing whether Yan Bugui believed it or not, but he didn't care. Now Zhong Shan's mind was full of the table.