Siheyuan Back to the 1950s

Yi Zhonghai saw that everyone in the compound had fallen into silence and no one was there to support him, so he had to take the stage himself and began to preach.

"I know everyone is having a hard time, but the Jia family is in a more difficult situation. Let me, as the eldest uncle in this courtyard, take the lead and donate 30 kilograms of corn flour to the Jia family to help them get through this difficult time."

After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he looked at the audience silently, hoping someone would respond.

After looking for a long time, no one spoke, so Yi Zhonghai could only turn his gaze to Liu Haizhong.

Liu Haizhong was resisting in his heart, but as the second uncle of the courtyard house, his identity did not allow him to refuse, so he had to speak up.

"As the highest leader of the hospital, Uncle Yi has donated 30 kilograms of corn flour, setting an example for us. As Uncle No. 20 in the hospital, I will definitely donate as much as possible. I will donate kilograms of corn flour! I hope it can help the Jia family."

After listening to Liu Haizhong's words, Yi Zhonghai nodded with satisfaction, and then turned his gaze to Yan Bugui.

When Yan Bugui saw Yi Zhonghai's gaze, he knew he couldn't avoid it. He shook his head slightly and could only say helplessly.

"Everyone knows our situation. We can't compare with the first and second uncles, but as the third uncle of the courtyard, I will definitely not stand idly by. Let's do this! Our family will donate 10 kilograms of sweet potatoes to show our appreciation."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, his face flushed and he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, as if he had lost hundreds of millions.

After listening to this, Yi Zhonghai's emotions did not fluctuate much, because this was in line with Yan Bugui's personality. It was already good enough that Yan Bugui could donate.

But what’s wrong with these people below? They don’t move a muscle. Don’t they see that the three of us uncles have donated? How can they be so ignorant?

Sun Zhengguo saw this situation below and laughed secretly, thinking in his heart.

"In the original plot, it was all started by Yi Zhonghai's thug Sha Zhu. Now there is no one leading the charge, and the situation is rather awkward."

Seeing that no one spoke, Yi Zhonghai could only call out names. He looked at the people below, locked his eyes on Sha Zhu who was hiding in the corner, and began to speak.

"Shazhu, you know the situation of your brother Dongxu's family. How much are you going to donate?"

As soon as Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Sha Zhu.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Sha Zhu thought to himself, "Am I not low-key enough? I have run to this corner, and you, Yi Zhonghai, can still find me."

Thinking of this, Sha Zhu could only answer reluctantly.

"Uncle, you should know our family situation. I am a temporary worker and only make 15 yuan a month. It is difficult to support my brother and me. I don't have the ability to donate anymore. Please ask someone else."

Sha Zhu's words left Yi Zhonghai speechless. I asked you to donate grain, even if you could donate a little, but you are complaining here.

Yi Zhonghai was in a very bad mood at the moment, feeling that he had never been so embarrassed in his life. He had no choice but to turn his attention to Xu Fugui. His Shazhu family couldn't make ends meet, but your Xu Fugui's family should be able to make ends meet, right?

Everyone's eyes turned to Xu Fugui. Xu Fugui was a bachelor, so he didn't say anything nonsense and directly expressed his willingness to donate 5 kilograms of corn flour as a token of his gratitude.

After opening a gap with Xu Fugui, the situation became much easier. All the neighbors started to donate food, with some giving a pound of corn flour and some giving two pounds of sweet potatoes.

Sun Dajiang did not step forward either. Like Xu Fugui, he donated 5 kilograms of corn flour. Of course, there was no scene of anyone complaining about the amount being too little or saying bad things to each other.

After everyone had donated, Yan Bugui finally counted the total amount: 89 kilograms of corn flour, 26 kilograms of sweet potatoes, and 5 kilograms of potatoes, enough for the Jia family to eat for a while.

Finally, with Jia Dongxu's bow of thanks, the conference was declared a complete success and the meeting was adjourned.

Although some food was donated at this conference, Yi Zhonghai knew that this was the first time and probably the last time.

Just look at everyone's expressions today and you will know that if such conferences are held a few more times, Yi Zhonghai will not be able to gain a foothold in this compound.

This made Yi Zhonghai fall into deep confusion. The Jia family was a deep pit. Once you jumped in, you couldn't get out. Yi Zhonghai didn't know how to choose.

After returning home, Lin Wencui couldn't wait to ask.

"Dajiang, didn't the neighborhood office say that donations are not allowed? How dare Yi Zhonghai take the initiative to organize donations unless the neighborhood office approves it?"

Sun Dajiang shook his head and replied with a smile.

"When did Yi Zhonghai donate money? He only donated food tonight."

"That's just a substitution of concepts! Is there any difference?"

Lin Wencui said indignantly.

"There is a huge difference. Donations must be reported, but you can't say anything about donating food. Didn't you hear him say that you can't let people starve to death? The street office doesn't dare to accept this big hat."

"Dad, why do you still need to donate? They can buy it themselves. Jia Dongxu earns 32 yuan a month. How much does corn flour cost per pound?"

Sun Zhengan, who was listening at the side, couldn't help but interrupt.

"Silly boy, even you understand this truth, how could others not understand it? Even a troublemaker like Xu Fugui wouldn't understand it. Are you wondering why no one is stepping forward?"

Sun Zhengan nodded on the side, Sun Dajiang looked at Sun Zhengguo and then asked.

"Jungguk, what do you think about this?"

Sun Zhengguo, who was standing aside, was also speechless. Why was it my business?

But since his father asked, Sun Zhengguo also expressed his own opinion.

"This is how I see it, Dad, do you think I am right?"

"First, it's just five pounds of cornmeal, which only costs a few cents. It's not worth it. It will prevent others from saying you are rich but unkind, and gradually alienating you.

Second, if you take the initiative to disrupt this matter and something really goes wrong, people will say that you are ungrateful and your reputation will be bad in the future.

Third, this incident will probably not happen again in the future. Look at how the people in the hospital behaved today. If Yi Zhonghai dares to do this again, he will probably not be able to stay in this hospital in the future."

After listening to his son's words, Sun Dajiang couldn't help but give his son a thumbs up. His son's analysis was very good.

Sun Dajiang wanted to say something, but Lin Wencui became unhappy and yelled.

"Why don't you go back to bed? It's so late. You don't have to go to school tomorrow!"

Hearing Lin Wencui's roar, the three siblings quickly fled the scene and went back to their room to sleep.

Lin Wencui was very satisfied to see that all the children had left. She twisted her waist and walked towards the room. Before entering the room, she looked back at Sun Dajiang with a meaningful look.

Only Sun Dajiang was left at the scene, with his mouth half open, as if he wanted to say something.

Finally, Sun Dajiang seemed to remember something, his face suddenly became excited, and he muttered to himself.

"Yeah! It's getting late, time to go to bed."

Sun Dajiang walked quickly into the room,………….