Siheyuan: How many worlds does the system integrate?

The courtyard is being decorated.

It was very lively at the steel rolling mill. Originally, Yi Zhonghai took Jia Zhangshi there just to hear how the accident was determined at the factory meeting and how much compensation would be given to Jia Dongxu.

Originally, Yi Zhonghai had an idea in his mind. Based on Jia Dongxu's current salary of 45.2 yuan as a third-level worker, the pension would be 20 yuan if calculated based on months. Adding funeral expenses and so on, it is not impossible to get yuan for the Jia family if he tries hard. If it is determined to be a work-related injury, there will be compensation, which will be even more.

But the idea was good, but there are always some who make trouble. When Jia Zhang arrived at the factory, she did not ask Yi Zhonghai's opinion, but sat down in front of the office building and cried: "Oh my Dongxu, why did you leave like this? What should we do, leaving us orphans and widows behind? Director, you have to make the decision for me, otherwise I will not live!"

Soon a group of people gathered around them. Seeing that there were so many people, Jia Zhang howled even louder, and no matter how Yi Zhonghai pulled her, she just wouldn't get up.

Director Yang and others who were holding a meeting upstairs to discuss the accident heard the noise downstairs. They opened the window and saw an obese woman sitting on the ground crying, with Yi Zhonghai standing next to her, looking very embarrassed.

Director Yang frowned and said, "Okay, let's end today's meeting here. Let's go down and take a look!"

Almost all the factory leaders came downstairs.

Seeing the leader coming out, the onlookers quickly made way. Director Yang walked up to Jia Zhang and asked, "Are you a relative of Comrade Jia Dongxu?"

"Yes, Director Yang, I am Jia Dongxu's mother. Our Dongxu died tragically!"

"Alright, alright, stop crying. We have set up an investigation team for Jia Dongxu's accident, and we would like to express our condolences to your family for his death. If you have any specific requests, you can talk to Director Zhang from the factory office, but please stop crying here, it will affect the normal operation of the factory!"

After Director Yang's introduction, Jia Zhang turned her target to Director Zhang. She was about to start crying in front of him, but Director Zhang was very smart and spoke first: "If you have any requests, come to my office and talk!" After that, she turned around and left.

Jia Zhang had just howled halfway when she stopped abruptly and quickly followed Director Zhang upstairs!

Director Yang said to Yi Zhonghai: "Old Yi, why did you bring such a person into the factory? It will have a very bad influence!"

Yi Zhonghai was also helpless: "I'm sorry, Director. I can't help it. Jia Dongxu's wife is pregnant and has to deal with Jia Dongxu's funeral. She can't come, so I can only bring her here!"

Well, Director Yang nodded, and then said thoughtfully: "Why does this woman look familiar to me?"

"Director, she is the wife of Jia Ren who died of a work-related accident before. Jia Dongxu took over Jia Ren's job!" Yi Zhonghai explained.

"Oh, I remember now!" At this time Director Yang finally remembered that it was a work-related accident he had just dealt with shortly after taking office. This Jia Zhang was throwing a tantrum at the time, making him very embarrassed. Otherwise, why did he look so familiar?

He turned around and said to the secretary beside him: "Go and tell Director Zhang that this Jia Zhang is Jia Ren's wife. Tell him to be careful in dealing with her!"

The secretary nodded and went upstairs. Yi Zhonghai felt a pang in his heart. It seemed that Jia Zhang would not get any benefit this time. She had embarrassed Director Yang very much back then.

Originally Yi Zhonghai wanted to say a few more words, but Director Yang spoke first: "Okay, Old Yi, Jia Dongxu's follow-up will be handled according to standard procedures in the factory!"

Yi Zhonghai had no choice but to keep quiet and wait downstairs for Jia Zhang to come out.

After receiving the instructions, Director Zhang's attitude changed immediately. After returning to his seat, he said to Jia Zhang: "Okay, your request has been made. Go back and wait for notification. The investigation of Jia Dongxu's accident has not yet been completed. When it is completed, there will naturally be a conclusion!"

"Leader, my son just passed away and is still lying in the hospital," Jia Zhang started crying again.

"Alright, stop crying and making a fuss. It's useless to continue. No one can do anything until the accident is determined. Go back and wait for notification. We'll hold the funeral if it needs to be held." Director Zhang had already served tea to see the guests off.

But Jia Zhang had no idea at all: "Leader! Our family doesn't even have the money to hold a funeral! You can't just watch Dongxu park outside like that! My Dongxu!" She started howling again.

Director Zhang slammed the cup down on the table and said, "That's enough. If you keep going like this, it will affect the determination of the accident. Do you still want the pension? Do you still want the job quota?"

Jia Zhang stopped immediately and went downstairs in shame.

After finding Yi Zhonghai who was still waiting, the two rushed back to the courtyard together.

At this time, the mourning tent in the courtyard had been set up. The women were making mourning clothes in the house, and the men were smoking and chatting outside. When they saw Yi Zhonghai and the other man coming back, they all came over to greet them: "Uncle, what did the factory say?"

"The responsibility for the accident has not yet been determined. We need to wait. Let's handle the funeral first!"

"Have you allocated the funeral expenses?"

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Jia Zhang and shook his head: "No!"

Jia Zhang looked at the expressions of the crowd and realized that she might have done something wrong. However, she would not admit it. Instead, she said to Yi Zhonghai, "Uncle, you are Dongxu's master. Your family can't even afford a penny right now. What are you going to do about Dongxu's funeral?"

"Aunt Jia, this is not right. There is nothing left of Jia Dongxu's salary?"

"No, we've already bought food, but it's still not enough every month!"

"Then what about Old Jia's savings and pensions? If they are not used now, when will they be used?" The young man didn't know about this, but the third uncle remembered it very clearly and raised the question immediately. He didn't want to donate money to the Jia family for funeral.

"I've spent it all a long time ago. I don't have a penny left anyway!" Jia Zhangshi said in a way that said, "I just don't have any money. You, Yi Zhonghai, can do whatever you want."

"Alright, Dongxu is my apprentice, I'll pay for his funeral. Damao, Xuewu, here's 30 yuan, you two go find a coffin shop, buy a coffin, and buy some paper for burning. Zhuzi, I'll give you yuan, go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some food for the funeral. Jiecheng, Guangtian, you two follow Zhuzi. Lao Yan, you'll be in charge of the accounts, Lao Liu, you'll be the boss, take charge!"

Liu Haizhong, who was given the position of manager, immediately began to exercise his power and made everyone in the courtyard run around in circles.

Yi Zhonghai took a stool and sat next to Jia Dongxu in the mourning shed, smoking a cigarette with a sad face. He had finally trained this apprentice, and originally thought that he would take care of him in the future, but he didn't expect that he would send him off now.

Jia Dongxu's funeral could not be said to be grand nor shabby. It was held in a proper manner with money paid by Yi Zhonghai. He was then sent to the crematorium for cremation and then to the cemetery for burial. After returning, everyone in the courtyard continued to live their own lives. The Jia family was in a gloomy mood, and the Yi family was also worried.

A few days later, the factory came to a conclusion that Jia Dongxu died due to an operational error. The steel rolling mill was not at fault and only paid a pension and funeral expenses without any compensation, a total of 900 yuan.

This made Jia Zhang, who originally wanted to get more money, very dissatisfied, and she went to the factory to make a scene again. However, after a while, Director Zhang appeared and whispered in Jia Zhang's ear: "If you don't leave now and make a scene again, your job quota will be taken back!"

Without saying a word, Jia Zhang stood up, brushed the dirt off her butt, turned around and left.