Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

The news of the melon-watching incident at the steel mill spread throughout the factory before lunch was over, and began to spread outside. By the afternoon, it had reached Hongxing Street, and the story of "someone at the steel mill was acting like a hooligan and Zhang Cuihua bravely watched the melons" became the hottest topic.

Zhang Cuihua's old rival, Liu Chuncao, who has long been ranked second on the Red Star Street Shrew List, sighed after hearing the story and said, "I am much inferior to Zhang Cuihua," with a kind of resentment that "I am a flower, not a grass."

Zhao Chunyan, the most popular matchmaker in Hongxing Street, couldn't help but admire Zhang Cuihua after hearing her story. Zhang Cuihua was so brave. The steel rolling mill was really a training ground for people.

Yang Ruihua from Yard 95 was almost speechless after hearing this. Is Zhang Cuihua that strong? Sister Cuihua, why did she make such great progress after she stopped knitting insoles?

Even the subdistrict office director Wang Xiuqin felt that Zhang Cuihua had opened the key to a wise life and found the ladder to her life goals after listening to her.

Zhang Cuihua and others came to the security department and explained the incident to Xing Baoguo. After listening, Xing Baoguo was also stunned. Who would have thought that you could come up with such a thing as watching melons? How would Yu Fajun live in the factory? How would his colleagues see him? How would his neighbors and family see him?

"Yu Fajun, if you have something to say, stop crying. You are a grown man, but you are still acting like a sissy. What's there to cry about?" Xing Baoguo shouted at Yu Fajun.

"Chief Xing, I didn't act like a hooligan, really not," Yu Fajun said with tears in his eyes.

"You weren't being a hooligan? What were you doing in the warehouse? Why did they take off your clothes but not others? Who gave Xiao Meng her clothes?" Xing Baoguo asked.

"She did it herself," Yu Fajun blurted out.

"She did it herself? Who would believe that?" Xing Baoguo asked.

Yu Fajun couldn't figure this out. Didn't you seduce me? Why? I thought it was a romantic encounter, but it ended up hurting me.

"Yu Fajun, now that the victim, witnesses and physical evidence are here, what else do you have to argue about?" Xing Baoguo scolded Yu Fajun again.

Yu Fajun knew that he was finished. He had been set up by someone and he couldn't explain himself clearly.

"There are two solutions now. The first is to send him to the police station. Yu Fajun, according to your crime, you will be sentenced to at least three years in prison." When Xing Baoguo said this, he looked at Yu Fajun.

"The second solution is to obtain the forgiveness of the injured person," Xing Baoguo said, and looked at Yu Fajun and Meng Wutong.

"I choose the second option, I will pay compensation," Yu Fajun admitted defeat.

"You can vote if you want to? What qualifications do you have to vote? People like you deserve to be shot to death," Zhang Cuihua started cursing.

"Cuihua, we are colleagues. Give Xiaoyu a chance. He is still young. If he goes to jail, his life will be ruined," Xing Baoguo persuaded.

"How much compensation?" Zhang Cuihua changed her mind.

"I'll pay twenty yuan." Yu Fajun is now a third-level worker, and twenty yuan is half a month's salary.

"Uncle Xing, send him to the police station. You call Uncle Zhang. He should be sentenced to at least ten years in prison. He can even ask for twenty yuan." Zhang Cuihua was angry.

"Xiao Yu, think it over first," Xing Baoguo said.

"One hundred dollars," Yu Fajun said after thinking for a while.

Zhang Cuihua wanted to say something, but Xing Baoguo stopped her with his eyes.

Yu Fajun asked his colleagues to notify his family to bring 100 yuan, and Meng Wutong signed the letter of understanding.

Zhang Cuihua, Meng Wutong and others left. When the French army was leaving the security department, Xing Baoguo stopped him.

"Xiao Yu, find a way to transfer him," Xing Baoguo advised.

Of course Yu Fajun knew what Xing Baoguo was talking about. His reputation in the factory was ruined and he was exposed in public. He would never be able to hold his head up again and had no choice but to find a new environment.

"Thank you, Chief Xing." Yu Fajun said thank you, lowered his head and walked out of the factory, walking step by step towards his home. He didn't dare to look up, for fear that someone would point fingers at him. All this was caused by Meng Wutong and Zhang Cuihua.

"Meng Wutong, Zhang Cuihua, I will not let you go," Yu Fajun swore in his heart.

Yu Fajun's home was very close to the factory, and the news of his melon being chopped had already spread to his family. The closer Yu Fajun got to home, the more he dared not look up. Fortunately, no neighbor called him, so when he got home, he lay down on the bed.

"Brother, did you let someone watch the melon?" Cousin Yu Fashui came in.

"Get lost" The last thing the French army wants to hear now is to watch melons.

"Brother, why?" Yu Fashui asked him again.

Yu Fajun didn't want to say a word.

"Just let it be seen for nothing? Just let it go like this?" Yu Fashui asked.

"What do you want?" Yu Fajun became interested.

"Brother, it's not what I want, it's what you want. Who caused it? At least beat her up to vent your anger," said Yu Fashui.

"Meng Wutong and Zhang Cuihua, I will not let them go," Yu Fajun said these two names.

"Two women? You are such a wimp," Yu Fashui laughed at his cousin.

"Woman? Is this an ordinary woman? Haven't you heard of these two people?" Yu Fajun asked his brother. To be honest, Meng Wutong used to hang out on the streets and was very well-known. She was a negative example for families to educate their children; not to mention Zhang Cuihua, everyone in Hongxing Street knew her, and she was a person who could be scolded all day long.

"So what if you know? No matter how harshly she insults you, do you have to fight back? Wouldn't it be better to teach her a lesson with a stick? How about this, I'll find you two little brothers, teach them a lesson, you give them ten dollars, and I'll treat them to a drink. I'll do it for you," said Yu Fashui.

"Not lying?" Yu Fajun didn't quite believe his cousin. He had been spoiled by his uncle and aunt since he was a child. He was sixteen years old this year, but he was still like a child. He didn't go to school and hung out with a group of gangsters every day.

"Brother, who could have lied to you? I am your brother. If you let others see the melon, how could I feel proud?" Yu Fashui said.

"They should know you, so don't go." Yu Fajun gave his brother ten yuan and gave him some special instructions.

"I understand." Yu Fashui took the money from his cousin and left.

"Big sister, second sister, I brought you some delicious food." Yu Fashui came home and brought a pound of peach cakes for his two sisters.

"Xiao Shui, where did you get the money?" Yu Li asked.

"Brother Jun gave it to me," said Yu Fashui.

"Brother Jun gave it to him? Didn't he just have an accident?" Yu Li didn't quite believe it.

"Of course he gave it to him. What happened? Just someone saw him. I'll find some time to find some friends to beat up Meng Wutong and Zhang Cuihua to let him vent his anger," Yu Fashui said nonchalantly.

"Are you sick? Is Zhang Cuihua someone you can mess with? Her brother is now the section chief, her cousin is the factory director, and her aunt is the director of the street office," said Yu Li.

"So what? I'm not going to do anything." A sixteen-year-old won't listen to persuasion. Yu Li talked for a while, but her brother still didn't care. She was so angry that she cried, but what was the use?