Siheyuan: The Rebirth of the Silly Pillar in the 50s

in the hospital.

Gao Xiaocui shouted with a loud voice: "Old lady, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"How old am I? How can I still have an uncle..."

The deaf old lady curled her mouth.

I thought: What nonsense did Gao Xiaocui say?

"No! I'm asking you what's wrong with you!"

"You can't talk about China..."

The deaf old lady was so frightened that she quickly covered Gao Xiaocui's mouth.

Gao Xiaocui sighed helplessly.

Too much effort.

I can't communicate well even if I ask a question for a long time.

I shouted several times throughout the morning, which made the neighbors complain.

The nurse came into the ward to remind herself several times.

She didn't want to shout like that, but the deaf old lady became a real deaf old lady, and she really couldn't communicate with her.

When doctors came to ask questions, she couldn't answer them.

Gao Xiaocui was so anxious that she couldn't help but stamp her feet.

"What's wrong? Old lady still can't hear you?"

Yi Zhonghai rushed to the hospital as soon as possible after get off work.

Seeing Gao Xiaocui's unhappy expression, he probably guessed something.

"It's better than yesterday. I didn't say that I stopped talking. But she couldn't hear the point of a sentence and couldn't communicate at all... I don't think it's going to work like this, Lao Yi. Otherwise, you go and ask Doctor, how can we cure her?"

Yi Zhonghai also fell into unprecedented anxiety.

Deaf old ladies are now very important to their retirement plans.

But now I can't hear it.

Let’s not talk about how they will communicate in the future.

After He Daqing left, how could she help her brainwash He Yuzhu?

It's hard to talk to her, so it's surprising that He Yuzhu can talk to her.

It’s not like I can’t rely on the deaf old lady.

"Let me go and ask. You should be smart too. She can't hear but she can't speak. Just tell yourself if there's anything wrong with you. You don't have to communicate with her. Do you understand?"

"understood."

Gao Xiaocui agreed nonchalantly.

What is this called?

This is called thankless work.

I have been working hard all day, but I can't even get a good word out of me.

Pure suffering.

But she only dared to say this in her heart, how could she dare to express it to Yi Zhonghai.

After Yi Zhonghai finished teaching Gao Xiaocui, he didn't care about the situation and turned around to go to the doctor's office.

"Doctor, our old lady still can't hear. Is there any way to cure her deafness?"

"Deaf old lady, right?"

The doctor looked over the medical records and said, "It's really hard to tell. She's better than when she first came here. But it's impossible to completely restore her hearing."

"You don't need to fully recover, just let her hear us a little bit. Now when we talk, she interrupts, and we can't communicate at all!"

"There is a way, but..."

"You said, you said..."

The doctor looked at the logo of the steel rolling mill on his chest and said, "Our hospital has recently introduced a technology from abroad. It's called a hearing aid. As the name suggests, this thing is worn in her ears and can effectively improve her hearing."

"Introduced from abroad..."

Yi Zhonghai asked subconsciously: "How much will it cost?"

"The minimum allocation is probably [-] million."

"what?"

Yi Zhonghai was stunned when he heard the price.

Ten million!

He doesn't make that much money all year round.

Why is it so expensive to look at the ears?

"You should go back and think about the price."

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

Yi Zhonghai was very grateful to the doctor for giving him a step down.

The price of [-] million is really too expensive.

The same goes for the deaf old lady. It's not bad to break her ears, but her ears must be broken.

All right now.

Who can afford such an expensive disease?

Thinking of these ten million, he felt so worried that he simply left the hospital and went to the courtyard without going back to the ward.

……

Siheyuan.

The postman rode his bicycle to the door, waved the letter in his hand and shouted: "He Yuzhu! The letter is here!"

"What letter? What letter?"

Yan Bugui, who lived in the front yard, was the first to hear the news and rushed over.

The postman glanced at him and said, "Are you He Yuzhu? This is a letter from He Yuzhu."

"It's all the same, I'm his uncle..."

"Uncle Yan, do you still have this habit? Peeping into other people's privacy?"

He Yuzhu suddenly appeared behind Yan Bugui.

It gave him a fright.

"You, you are at home... I thought you were not at home. I want to collect it for you. Don't let the postman run away in vain."

"I won't bother you, night school is on holiday today. I'll be back early."

He Yuzhu said as he took the letter and stamped it with his own stamp.

Just as he was about to take the letter back, he was stopped by Yan Bugui.

"Zhuzi, who wrote you the letter? I'm just curious..."

He Yuzhu ignored him, opened the letter and saw the newspaper Tian Xiaoxia had sent to him.

Without paying attention, he handed it to him and said, "Beijing Daily, do you want to read it?"

Yan Bugui's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard it was a newspaper.

One really dares to give, and the other really dares to accept.

He took it over and said, "It's different now that you've become a night school teacher. You've also subscribed to a newspaper. I haven't read a newspaper in a long time. Can I read it?"

He Yuzhu thought to himself: You already have it in your hand, why are you still asking?

"Look."

When the neighbors heard that it was a newspaper, they were also curious and gathered around.

He urged Yan Bugui to read it to everyone quickly.

In the 50s, there were no entertainment activities.

And there are so many illiterates that listening to people read newspapers is considered a kind of entertainment.

Naturally, they couldn't afford to miss out on this excitement.

"I miss you, cough."

Yan Bugui enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded and saw the headlines first.

Half a page was printed on the huge newspaper.

"Today's news: Congratulations to the students of our city's third school for workers and peasants on their successful graduation. We hereby report Comrade He Yuzhu..."

When Yan Bugui saw the words at the end, he fell silent.

I stopped reading halfway through, everyone was very anxious.

"Lao Yan, what is Comrade He Yuzhu about? Keep talking!"

"Why is He Yuzhu in the newspaper?"

"Speak quickly!"

Yan Bugui glanced at He Yuzhu beside him and had no choice but to continue reading: "Comrade He Yuzhu is a worker, actively participates in cultural training, and uses his knowledge of Russian to help others progress and grow. He is hereby commended..."

"I go!"

When the neighbors heard this, they immediately exclaimed.

"Not bad! Zhuzi, you, the Russian teacher, are in the newspapers!"

"Become a celebrity!"

"It's better than Lao Yan. Lao Yan has been a teacher for so many years and he didn't mention it in the newspaper."

When Yan Bugui heard this, his face suddenly darkened.

People in the old capital have the best reputation, and Yan Bugui is certainly no exception.

"Why are you talking? I'm not bad, right? The city is going to select outstanding teachers soon, and it must be me. I will also be interviewed and published in the newspaper!"