Siheyuan, my new life

Qin Huairu's words were like a steel needle piercing a balloon, which made Jia Dongxu stand there with a pale face. He was of course aware of his mother's reputation, and even more so of her popularity in the Red Star Steel Mill. Not to mention whether he had the courage to complain to the higher-ups, as long as the higher-ups investigated, he would probably lose his job at the Red Star Steel Mill. He grabbed his hair tightly and roared in a low voice, "Then what do you say we should do?"

Qin Huairu looked at him with disdain and said indifferently, "What else can we do? We are like meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others. It's too late to say anything now. We can only blame you two for doing such a thing. I stay in the courtyard with a smile on my face all day to clean up your mother's ass and apologize to others, but your mother keeps making trouble. Well, you don't have to worry about it. Anyway, the street office can't drive our family out to the street. They have to find a new place to live."

Jia Dongxu said weakly: "But even if the street office arranges housing for me, they can only give me one room. According to my level of work, I can only get one room. Anyway, we still have two rooms now. If we are only given one room, how can we live there?"

Qin Huairu was stunned after hearing this. In fact, she was thinking of moving out of Courtyard No. 95 and living in an unfamiliar place, so that no one would know about her ugly deeds. However, she forgot that the house she lived in now was allocated by Jia Dongxu's dead father from the steel rolling mill. Old Jia was a mid-to-high-level fitter in the steel rolling mill at that time, so he was able to be allocated two west wing rooms. Now her family of five lived in a tight situation already. If there was only one house in the future, even if Jia Zhang returned to the countryside, her family of four would not be able to live there. Qin Huairu was also entangled for a while.

The sun continued to rise the next day. The residents of Courtyard No. 95, those who had to go to work, hurriedly prepared for work. Those who were unemployed also planned to take advantage of the year-end to do odd jobs to earn more money so that they could celebrate the New Year.

However, almost all the residents today looked a little excited. It was obvious that Fang Dahu and Li Botao were not idle last night and they had notified everyone who needed to be notified.

After learning the real reason why Courtyard No. 95 had not been assigned a job by the street office in the past two years, many people looked at Yi Zhonghai's house with cold eyes. This means that Yi Zhonghai has been taken away by the police station, otherwise someone would have gone to settle accounts with him this morning.

Of course, those residents who had followed Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui in voting to agree to evict Xiao Fan from the front yard now had mixed feelings. At the time, they were concerned about Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui's face and did not think about it carefully. Xiao Fan had never offended them, nor had he caused any trouble in the No. 95 courtyard. They just followed suit and wrote their names on the application form against their conscience. Now, not only have they not gained any benefits, but their children have also lost the opportunity to work. These residents are regretting their decision very much, and therefore they hate Yi Zhonghai, the hypocrite, even more.

He Daqing and his son rode their bikes to the Security Department training base in a hurry before seven this morning, without even having breakfast. There was no other way, as too much marinated beef was needed these few days, so they could only go to the small canteen for a bite, and then they had to get busy.

What He Daqing didn't expect was that not long after the father and son left, Qin Huairu appeared at the door of the He family's main house in the middle courtyard. However, seeing the iron general guarding the door, Qin Huairu felt disappointed.

Qin Huairu tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep last night. If she had hoped to move out of No. 95 Siheyuan and live in an unfamiliar environment before, now she really doesn't want to move away.

The reason is very simple. According to Jia Dongxu's current work level, he can only be allocated one house. But when Qin Huairu thought about the scene of her family of four squeezed in one house, she shuddered.

In the end, Qin Huairu still wanted to ask He Daqing, the manager, for help. As long as He Daqing was willing to help, she could meet any of his conditions.

Now He Daqing is not only the steward of No. 95 Siheyuan, but also the canteen director of the training base of the Security Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, and a formal deputy section-level cadre of the state. He is far from being comparable to Yi Zhonghai. Even when Yi Zhonghai was not dismissed as the steward, he was just an ordinary senior fitter in the steel rolling mill, and he was not even a workshop team leader. How can he be compared with He Daqing now? Moreover, He Daqing has a good relationship with the powerful leader who lives in No. 98. If he can get along well with He Daqing, he and his children will not have to worry about not having a good life in the future.

This morning, after Qin Huairu got up, she simply washed up and hurried to the He family, but unfortunately there was no one there.

Qin Huairu, feeling somewhat unwilling, ignored the strange looks from the residents who were washing by the pool in the middle courtyard, and walked towards the backyard. Perhaps the He family's father and son were having breakfast at the deaf old lady's house in the backyard.

What disappointed Qin Huairu was that there was no trace of the bicycle that He Yuzhu was riding in the backyard. Moreover, through the glass of the living room in the main house in the backyard, she could see that there were only the deaf old lady and Xiao Yushui sitting at the eight-immortal table eating. There was no trace of He Daqing and his son at all.

Qin Huairu's eyes swept over the yellow millet porridge, delicate pickles, four boiled eggs on the eight-immortals table, and the big white steamed buns in the basket next to it. She couldn't help feeling sad. Looking at other people's breakfast, and then thinking about the slightly blackened cornmeal steamed buns and cornmeal porridge in her own home, as well as a plate of homemade pickled radishes and cabbage pickles, she walked back to the central courtyard with heavy steps.

He Daqing had just hurriedly eaten a few bites of breakfast and was now taking out the beef stewed last night from the big pot and putting it into a large barrel with the sauce already prepared. Then he quickly directed a few kitchen helpers to put the beef that had been soaked in clear water last night into the big pot and continue stewing it.

When Lin Yu drove the jeep and stopped in front of the office, he smelled a strong aroma of beef in the air as soon as he got out of the car. He couldn't help but smiled and shook his head.

When I walked into the secretary's office, Su Yu had already lit the stove and was cleaning the place skillfully.

Seeing Lin Yuhui, Su Yu said sweetly: “Secretary, good morning.”

Lin Yu casually placed the bag in his hand on the desk and said with a smile, "Su Yu, good morning."