Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

The subdistrict office in Nanluoguxiang is also in a courtyard, but in terms of scale, it is completely incomparable to No. 95, as this courtyard is just one entrance.

"Comrade, who are you looking for?"

A woman with a big braid came over.

"Hello, leader. I am the son of Zhao Shan from No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. He passed away a few days ago. I received the news and came here to handle the household registration and job replacement." Zhao Xiyan smiled.

"I am not a leader. I am just a clerk in the subdistrict office."

The woman looked at him curiously for a few times and sighed, "You are a very confused son. You came only half a month after your father passed away... His funeral was all handled by our subdistrict office."

"Xiao Li, how can you talk like that?"

A majestic voice sounded, frightening the woman.

"Director..."

"You don't know anything, so what right do you have to accuse others?"

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

"Okay."

After Zhao Xiyan nodded, he looked at Xiao Li and said, "Sister, don't mind... You are right, I am indeed a confused son."

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

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

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

In the office.

"Director, what is your last name?"

"My last name is Zhang."

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

"So what?" Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

"Aren't you angry?" Director Zhang asked in surprise.

"If I am angry, tell me where he is buried and I will dig him out." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

Puff!

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

"Chen Shimei was still beheaded by a dog head, and he, a commoner, 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, don't talk nonsense."

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

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

"Okay, thank you, Director."

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

"No need, Zhao Shan is a resident of our Nanluoguxiang after all, and you didn't come at that time, we treated him as an elderly widow." Director Zhang shook his head.

"We can't let him die and still owe the government debt, right?" Zhao Xiyan sighed, "It's better to give the money, don't let him come to me in a dream and ask me to pay it back, it will be unlucky."

"Hahaha."

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

"High school."

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

"Really want to give it?" Director Zhang said with interest.

"Zhao Shan has already let my mother down. He is still taking advantage of the public after his death. That is really unforgivable." Zhao Xiyan said helplessly.

"Okay, let me see."

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

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan glanced at it and was quite surprised.

In this day and age, it only costs 20 yuan to die? It shouldn't be right, right?

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

The cemetery did not charge any money, the urn cost 10 yuan, and the cremation cost 10 yuan. A person just reached the end like this.

"Any problems?" Director Zhang smiled.

"No."

Zhao Xiyan opened the envelope and 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 a receipt, and he also took out the official seal of the street office and stamped it.

"Thank you, Director."

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

"Let's go, I'll take you to see your house." Director Zhang chuckled, "Xiao Zhao... Auntie sees that you are a decent person. Do you want to know about the good news of the Street Office?"

"Auntie Zhang, do you want to know..."

Zhao Xiyan's eyes condensed.

"YouDad's house is near the southwest corner, in the front yard, with only one room. "Director Zhang lowered his voice and said, "But there is a broken house next to your house, and the street office has not renovated it yet... If you want it, you give fifty yuan, and then the house will be allocated 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 the development of the times should not change.

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

Don't think that his confidence is the six houses and a supermarket in his family, but even if he sells all these things, it is not worth a toilet in someone else's courtyard.

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

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

"Understand, understand. "

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

Director Zhang returned to the table, opened a file book, wrote Zhao Xiyan's name on a book, and 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 his head, "You and I are quite compatible. If you have any problems in the future, come to Aunt Zhang. As long as it does not violate the principles, I will try my best to help you."

"Okay. "

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 street office stretched their necks, who is this guy? Why is the director so happy?

Twenty minutes later.

The courtyard.

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

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

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