Siheyuan: I became a truck driver

Xiao Yun looked at Yan Bugui coldly.

"Third Uncle, I thought you were the only sober person here. Even if you didn't speak up for me, you wouldn't add insult to injury. I didn't expect that you were the one who wanted me to be criticized by everyone."

Yan Bugui looked unhappy. He had just eaten Xiao Yun's fish last night, and today he suspected that there was something wrong with the fish in Xiao Yun's house. Even if he was thick-skinned, he couldn't bear it.

But he still spoke with the airs of a third uncle.

"Xiao Yun, I can't help you in this situation. We need to hold a fair general meeting and not abuse power for personal gain."

Yan Bugui’s words are righteous.

Yi Zhonghai took the lead in applauding!

"Well said! We can't let some things affect the atmosphere of the compound!"

Xiao Yun nodded. He had read the original novel and was prepared for it, but he was still disgusted.

Seeing this, he no longer hesitated.

I was really kind to treat you as human beings in the past.

You are treated like beasts!

Xiao Yun was no longer polite and immediately asked, "Uncle, haven't you already abused your power for personal gain?"

Before Yi Zhonghai could react, Xiao Yun said to everyone, "I want to hear everyone's thoughts. What is a poor household? How do you define a poor household?"

Yi Zhonghai wanted to speak, but was stopped by Xiao Yun, "Shut your mouth, don't you know you can't interrupt others when they are talking?!"

Yi Zhonghai opened his mouth and slowly closed it again.

Xiao Yun ignored Yi Zhonghai and looked at Liu Haizhong with cold eyes.

"Second uncle, what do you think is a poor household?"

Liu Haizhong was stunned for a moment, and when he noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, he cleared his throat.

"Well, I feel that if you can't afford to eat, you are considered a poor household."

Xiao Yun took over the conversation, "Well, those who couldn't afford to eat starved to death, but no one in our courtyard starved to death. Does that mean there are no poor households here?"

“Since there are no poor households, why are we calling for donations?”

Liu Haizhong was stunned for a moment. He felt that there was something wrong with what Xiao Yun said, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Those who cannot afford to eat are the poor, and those who starve to death are the people who cannot afford to eat.

Therefore, if no one starves to death, there will be no poor households.

Isn’t this correct?

Not only Liu Haizhong, but many people who were watching the fun were also stunned.

They can't turn this corner either.

It was Yi Zhonghai who reacted first.

"Xiao Yun, stop messing around, this is totally different!"

Xiao Yun sneered twice, "Not the same thing? Then tell me! What is a poor household!"

Everyone looked at Yi Zhonghai again.

Yi Zhonghai was stunned for a moment, and said, "Of course, people who can barely fill their stomachs can only improve their lives occasionally."

Xiao Yun nodded, feeling very satisfied with Yi Zhonghai's answer.

He was setting a very big trap. If Yi Zhonghai hadn't said so, it would have been difficult for the trap to proceed.

Some people agree with Yi Zhonghai's words.

"Well said, uncle!"

"Yes, it's just as I thought!"

"This is what a poor family is! Not someone who eats lavish meals every day!"

...

Hearing such praise from people like this, Liu Haizhong's face turned ugly. This was the effect he wanted.

A few barely perceptible smiles appeared on Yi Zhonghai's face, and he really enjoyed this feeling.

Xiao Yun continued to ask: "Yi Zhonghai! As the head of this courtyard, do you know the situation of every household?"

Yi Zhonghai glanced at the crowd and nodded, "Of course!"

After hearing this, Xiao Yun shouted, "Okay! In that case, please list a few poor families in your mind."

Yi Zhonghai's hand holding the enamel pot was suspended in the air, his eyes a little alert, but he still listed several poor households one by one according to Xiao Yun's request.

"The Li family, the Liu family, the widow Wang's family..."

Just as he was thinking about it, the Xiao family was right at his fingertips, and Yi Zhonghai suddenly stopped.

The life in the Xiao family completely met his requirements.

Before Xiao Yun ate the carp, his and Xiao Aiguo's lives, although not the poorest in the compound, were also recognized by everyone as being among the poorest.

Therefore, Yi Zhonghai was about to speak subconsciously, but after he came to his senses, he forced himself to hold it back.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Xiao Yun, convinced that he had seen through Xiao Yun's thoughts, and the expression on his face became arrogant.

It's as if to say, I won't tell everyone that your Xiao family is poor, let's see what you think?

After talking about several poor families, Xiao Yun nodded and turned to look at everyone.

“Do you think these people have problems? Are they really poor?”

As soon as Xiao Yun said this.

Someone immediately said, "Yes! These are them!"

"Yes, the widow Lao Wang only has six dollars a month to live on, and she has to take care of her son and eat only two meals a day. She is absolutely poor!"

Yi Zhonghai looked at the discussion of the crowd and secretly winked at Jia Dongxu on the side.

As a nursing staff carefully trained by Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu naturally understood what the look meant and immediately brought the conversation back on track.

"Xiao Yun, don't change the subject. What does the poverty of these people have to do with you? We are talking about your problem now!"

"Yes! Xiao Yun, hold your general meeting now, just listen to him obediently!"

"Xiao Yun, you are different from these people. You have a job and a salary, while most of them are just doing odd jobs!"

...

Xiao Yun heard the familiar voice and looked back.

Jia Dongxu stood beside Yi Zhonghai, his hands on his chest, looking at Xiao Yun vigilantly.

Xiao Yun had already seen through these two people. On paper, they were master and disciple, but secretly, who knew how many people they had been dealing with in this way.

But Xiao Yun didn't care. It was now winter of 1961. In just one year, Jia Dongxu would die in the factory.

Why bother with a dead person?

Xiao Yun's voice was calm, his eyes swept over everyone, and he asked sharply.

"I want to ask everyone, who here likes the title of poor household? Others become poor households because they have no choice!"

"If you have the ability to become a millionaire and live a life of eating meat and drinking wine every day, would you still be willing to be a poor household?"

...

Xiao Yun's voice was clear, but it was like thunder in the ears.

On this ordinary winter day, it was like a thunderclap, exploding among the crowd.

The bustling and noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

They were awakened, more awake than ever before.

Yes.

If it weren’t for life, who would voluntarily become poor?

The previous chaotic questioning disappeared.

Xiao Yun saw that after he said this, many people looked at him with clearer eyes.

Many people were enlightened by these words.

In front of He Yuzhu's house, even He Yushui, who had been watching the fun, couldn't help but applaud.

"Brother Xiao Yun said it very well!!"

Yi Zhonghai felt a little nervous when he noticed the change in people's attitude towards Xiao Yun.

He called on everyone to reprimand Xiao Yun, and his confidence came from everyone's anger. Now that everyone has changed their views on Xiao Yun, where does he get the confidence from?

Before Yi Zhonghai could think of what to say, Jia Dongxu beside him spoke.

"This has nothing to do with you pretending to be a poor household! Stop it!"