Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

After taking his clothes, Chen Jun stood up and said goodbye.

Chen Xueru seemed a little unsatisfied and wanted to drag Chen Jun to the pub for dinner, but was rejected by Chen Jun.

There is a long way to go, and there will be plenty of time to chat in the future.

By the time he returned to the courtyard, it was already evening.

The central courtyard seemed particularly lively. Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui were sitting around the eight-immortal table.

Ok?

Another meeting?

After a quick glance, Chen Jun found that his mother Wang Xia and Lin Yao were also in the crowd.

Seeing that most people had arrived, Liu Haizhong took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then said, "I'm calling everyone here today for one thing!"

"This matter is very serious and severe, and we need to..."

After another long-winded and worthless opening speech, Liu Haizhong reluctantly got to the point under Xu Damao's urging.

"This is what happened. The old lady in our backyard had her leg broken by an unscrupulous driver. She is now recovering in the hospital."

"The old lady is a five-guarantee household and a family member of a martyr. She has made contributions to our country. Now she is suffering. I hope everyone can lend a hand and raise some money for the old lady to buy her some nutritional supplements. Although her treatment does not cost money, it does take manpower to take care of her."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately shouted, "Second Uncle, didn't Director Wang of the street make a donation? You are making a mistake!"

"That's right. Director Wang just said a while ago that we can't collect donations. It's only been a few days."

For a moment, everyone in the yard became agitated.

"Quiet, quiet!"

Yi Zhonghai, who had been silent all this time, patted the table and the scene quieted down.

He first glanced at the young man in the front yard who spoke first, then looked at Chen Jun meaningfully, and slowly said: "I have reported the donation to the old lady to the street office, and the street office has approved it. All procedures are supervised by the street office, and everything is legal and compliant."

"The subdistrict office has agreed. Do you have any other opinions?"

After these words were spoken, no one in the yard said a word.

Got it!

I still can't avoid paying today.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Liu Haizhong could not help but say, "The old lady is the ancestor of our courtyard. She is injured and we, as the younger generation, should show filial piety. How about this, I will take the lead in donating three dollars!"

As he said this, he slapped the three dollars he had prepared on the table.

This is three dollars, which can buy more than three pounds of pork.

Yi Zhonghai was not to be outdone. He took out ten dollars from his pocket and put it on the table.

“I’ll donate ten dollars!”

Ten dollars is more impressive than three dollars, and it immediately overshadows the bangs.

The third uncle Yan Bugui glanced at the two of them and sighed helplessly.

He took out a dollar from his pocket reluctantly, thought for a moment, then took out fifty cents and put it back into his pocket.

He looked up at the money on the table, thought for a moment and took out another two cents.

"Old Yan!" Yi Zhonghai frowned.

"Haha, I donated three cents. My salary is low and my family is poor. I have the will but not the ability. I can only do my bit."

Liu Haizhong looked at Yan Bugui with some disdain and couldn't help but raise his chin.

Otherwise, Yan Bugui can only be a third uncle and doesn’t even take the lead in donating money.

With these two setting an example, other people in the hospital had no choice but to donate.

"I'll donate five dollars, I'll donate five dollars!" When Sha Zhu saw Yi Zhonghai giving him a wink, he quickly stood up and raised the donation amount.

This made the people in the yard look even more unhappy.

I originally donated 1 cent, but this time I have to donate 2 cents.

"I'll donate three cents!"

"My family is out of money, so I'll donate 20 cents this time."

"I'll donate two cents, too."

Soon, the residents in the courtyard lined up to throw money on the table, leaving only the Chen and Shen families who had not donated money.

This finally gave Yi Zhonghai the opportunity to launch an attack.

Last time you refused the donation and went to the street office to report them.

Let’s see what you say this time!

"Wang Xia, what's going on with your family? Everyone else has gone to donate money, but why is there no movement from your family?"

Wang Xia opened her mouth and was about to say something when Chen Jun at the side interrupted her.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't the Jia family donate either?"

Jia family?

After hearing this, everyone looked towards Qin Huairu.

I donated more to the Jia family on weekdays, but I forgot about their family.

It would be fine if Mrs. Shen didn't donate, but since there is really something going on at home, the Jia family should at least show some appreciation this time.

After all, the Siheyuan has donated to their family several times.

You can't just go in and not go out, right?

Qin Huairu was stunned when she was stared at by so many eyes.

"I...our family also has to donate?" Qin Huairu said somewhat uncomfortably.

Yi Zhonghai was also annoyed. This Chen Jun was really good at finding faults. He even pushed the Jia family out to take the blame.

Moreover, the Jia family has to donate. If something happens to your family, the whole hospital will help. If the Jia family stands idly by when something happens to other people in the hospital, they will become ungrateful people in the future.

So Yi Zhonghai glanced at Jia Dongxu beside him and said, "Jia Dongxu, go donate a few dollars!"

How much?

Jia Dongxu felt that this was not just donating money, but donating his life.

"Uncle, I have no money!"

He is used to receiving benefits, so asking him to pay now is more painful than killing him.

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, his face immediately darkened. Why wouldn't the disciple support his master?

"Your family is in financial difficulty, so it's okay to donate a little less."

"It's no use donating less." Jia Dongxu's face looked a little grim: "In our family, my mother is in charge of the money. Now that my mother is not at home, I really have no money."

He did have some money for food, but if he donated it, he would have nothing to eat for the next few days.

Yi Zhonghai glared at him in dissatisfaction, and could only reluctantly take out a dollar from his pocket and put it on the table.

"The Jia family donated one dollar, Chen Jun, it's your turn!"

Chen Jun spread his hands and said indifferently: "Whether the Jia family donates or not is none of my business. I won't donate anyway."

"I don't have a good relationship with that old lady. She doesn't like me, and I don't like her."

This kid actually dared to play tricks on me!

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that he slammed the table and shouted, "Everyone is donating, why don't you donate? You just took 400 yuan from me yesterday, and now the old lady is suffering in the hospital with a broken leg, and you are not willing to donate a penny. This is too much!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the courtyard began to become commotion again.

Whether they knew it or not, they were still very excited when they heard the four hundred yuan again.

This is four hundred yuan. An ordinary worker may not earn that much in a whole year.

Yi Zhonghai lost four hundred dollars in one day yesterday. It’s really exciting to think about it.

Yi Zhonghai said this because he wanted to push the Chen family to the opposite side of everyone.

Everyone in the family, whether in financial difficulty or not, has donated. Your family earned four hundred dollars yesterday, but you didn’t donate?

Oh, you have to donate even if you don’t want to!