Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

The street office in Nanluoguxiang is also located in a courtyard, but in terms of scale, it is incomparable to No. 95. This courtyard has only one entrance.

"Comrade, who are you looking for?"

A woman with long braids came over.

"Hello, leader. I'm the son of Zhao Shan who lives at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. He passed away a few days ago. I received the news and came here to handle the household registration and take over the job." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"I'm not a leader. I'm just a clerk in the street office."

The woman looked at him curiously for a few times and sighed, "You are such a foolish son. You came half a month after your father passed away...Our street office helped to take care of his funeral."

"Xiao Li, how do you talk?"

A majestic voice sounded, frightening the woman so much that she shuddered all over.

"director……"

"You don't know anything, so why do you blame others?"

A middle-aged woman in her forties said in a deep voice, "You are Zhao Xiyan, right? I was the one who sent the letter about your father's death. Come in."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiyan nodded, looked at Xiao Li and said, "Sister, don't worry about it... You are right, I am indeed a very confused son."

After saying that, he patted Xiao Li on the shoulder and walked towards the office.

This guy is not very big, but he is quite good at comforting people.

Xiao Li looked at his back and couldn't help laughing.

Inside the office.

"Director, what's your name?"

"My surname is Zhang."

Director Zhang looked at Zhao Xiyan for a few times and couldn't help but sighed, "Last year, when our street office created files for all the residents of Nanluoguxiang, we knew about Zhao Shan's situation. It's just that when he came to Beijing, it was the old society, and his marriage to your mother was not officially registered..."

"So what?" Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

"You're not angry?" Director Zhang asked in surprise.

"If you're angry, tell me where he is buried and I'll dig him out." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

Pfft!

Director Zhang couldn't help laughing, "You guy... that's your biological father."

"Chen Shimei was going to be beheaded with a dog-head guillotine. If he was a commoner who did such a thing in the old society, he should have been drowned in the river." Zhao Xiyan shrugged.

"Go away, the dead are the greatest, stop talking nonsense."

Director Zhang cursed with a smile, opened the drawer, took out an envelope and placed it on the table, "Your father didn't die of illness. The real cause of his death was a machine failure. A steel bar was inserted into his stomach... These things are hard to say, but our street office has asked for double the pension for you."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Zhao Xiyan's expression.

"Okay, thank you, director."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile, but suddenly he seemed to think of something and said softly, "Director, my father's funeral was handled by the street office. How much is the funeral fee... Tell me, and I will pay him back."

"No need. Zhao Shan is a resident of Nanluoguxiang after all, and you were not here at that time, so we treated him as an elderly widower." Director Zhang shook his head.

"We can't let him die and still owe the government a debt, can we?" Zhao Xiyan sighed, "It's better to give him the money. I don't want him to come to me in my dreams and ask me to pay it back. That would be unlucky."

"Hahaha."

Director Zhang laughed. "You are not very old, how can you understand so many twists and turns... By the way, what is your education level?"

"high school."

After Zhao Xiyan responded, he asked seriously, "Director, how much is the fee?"

"Do you really want to give it to me?" Director Zhang asked with interest.

"Zhao Shan has already let my mother down. Now he's trying to take advantage of the public even after his death. That's truly an unforgivable crime." Zhao Xiyan said helplessly.

"Okay, let me take a look."

Director Zhang flipped through it, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhao Xiyan, "This is the expense list, you can take a look..."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiyan took a glance and was quite surprised.

In this day and age, it only costs 20 bucks for a person to die? Isn't that right?

According to the list, the person was cremated and buried in Jinshan Cemetery.

The cemetery didn't charge any money, the urn was ten dollars, and the cremation was ten dollars. In this way, a person reached the end.

"Any questions?" Director Zhang asked with a smile.

"No."

Zhao Xiyan then opened the envelope, took out two big unity notes and handed them to her.

"I'll give you a receipt."

Director Zhang took the money and in less than half a minute, he had issued a receipt and stamped it with the official seal of the street office.

"Thank you, director."

Zhao Xiyan took the receipt, folded it in half and put it in the envelope.

"Come on, I'll take you to see your house." Director Zhang chuckled, "Xiao Zhao... Auntie thinks you're a decent person. There's something good going on at the Street Office. Do you want to know?"

"Aunt Zhang, you said..."

Zhao Xiyan's eyes narrowed.

"Your father's house is near the southwest corner, in the front yard, and has only one room." Director Zhang lowered his voice and said, "But there is a dilapidated house next to your house, and the street office hasn't renovated that house yet... If you want it, you can give fifty yuan, and then the house will be given to you, and you can repair it yourself."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Zhao Xiyan was overjoyed.

Although this is a strange world, the general process of development of the times should not change.

What is Sijiucheng? It is a place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

Even though his confidence comes from the six apartments and a supermarket in his family, even if he sells all these things, they are not worth a toilet in someone else's courtyard house.

After all, if he really has to wait until the day of demolition, how can he get two houses in the old city?

"Don't make this public." Director Zhang lowered his voice and said, "Now many courtyard houses need to be repaired, and the street is short of money... If you can repair it yourself, it will save us a lot of trouble."

"understand."

Zhao Xiyan immediately opened the envelope, counted out five more Great Unity notes and handed them to her.

Director Zhang returned to the table, opened a file book, wrote Zhao Xiyan's name on a notebook, then took out a house deed from the table and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang." Zhao Xiyan said happily.

"You're welcome."

Director Zhang smiled and shook her head, "You and I get along pretty well. If you have any problems in the future, come to Aunt Zhang. As long as it doesn't violate the principles, I will do my best to help you."

"Ok."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile.

The two walked out of the street office side by side and headed towards the courtyard.

Many staff members of the subdistrict office stretched their necks to ask themselves who this guy was and why was the director so happy?

Twenty minutes later.

Siheyuan.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan and Director Zhang entered, they saw an old woman with triangular eyes scolding Qin Huairu.

Next to the old woman, a young man with a gloomy face was staring at Qin Huairu, as if he wanted to bite her.

There were many people watching the fun around, but no one came forward to help, including the old man who was in charge of the yard.