Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

First of all, the pork did not belong to Qin Ergou. He bought it on credit from the village. He planned to wait for Qin Huairu to pay and then return the money. He could make 20 cents per pound of pork.

Secondly, Jia Dongxu’s money was not his own, but was collected from his neighbors. Now that the pork is gone, he has to pay back the money.

The last time the Jia family bought a sewing machine, they had emptied their savings. In the past two years, the Jia family had been frugal and finally made up for the loss.

It's over now. With Jia Dongxu's salary, he won't be able to pay off the debt of 75 yuan even if he works hard for a few years.

"This comrade has made a meritorious report, and he will be rewarded with two pounds of pork!"

A member of the inspection team took out a knife and chopped two pounds of pork belly for Yang Muzi.

"Thank you very much!"

Yang Muzi took the pork without hesitation. Damn!!! Everyone's eyes turned red.

This was originally their meat, but after all the trouble, they could not eat meat anymore, but Yang Muzi ate their meat for free.

Yang Muzi, I'm going to kill you, ahhhhhhh~~ Jia Dongxu wanted to die, but this time he was badly tricked by Yang Muzi.

"Comrade, how long will they be sentenced to?" Yang Muzi asked.

The inspection team said, "Qin Ergou is the principal offender and will be sentenced to a minimum of three months. Jia Dongxu is an accomplice and will be released on bail for three days, or fifteen days without bail."

"What!!!" "Fifteen days!!!"

Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu were numb.

If he missed work for 15 days, he would definitely lose his job. No factory would hire a worker who was absent from work for 15 days. So, Jia Dongxu had to be bailed out no matter what.

Their family depends on Jia Dongxu's salary to survive. If he loses his job, their family will be completely ruined.

"take away!!!"

The inspection team took Jia Dongxu and Qin Ergou away with the pork.

"Yang Muzi, you are shameless. What rights do you have to report my son?" After the inspection team left, Jia Zhang started to throw a tantrum.

"Old thing, if your son hadn't reported me during the day, I would have reported you. You brought this upon yourselves." Yang Muzi snorted coldly and stepped into the yard, not bothering to waste any more words with her.

"Yes, Dongxu's mother, blame your son." "Dongxu is just looking for trouble."

"He deserves to be arrested."

Uncle San waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Dongxu's mother, we have already given your family the money to buy pork. Now that we can't eat pork anymore, return the money to us."

"Money? What money? All the money has been taken away by the government. Where do we get the money?" Of course, Jia Zhang was unwilling to pay.

"That won't do. We've already paid you." "That's right. We don't want the pork anymore. Give us back our money!" "We must give you back your money!" Everyone started to speak up.

Jia Zhang's eyes flickered as she said, "When the inspection team came just now, why didn't you dare admit that you paid the money? Now that they're gone and you want the money back, go to the neighborhood committee and reason with them."

Saying this is obviously cheating.

Uncle Er was very angry: "Mrs. Jia, you have to pay us this money. The pork is clearly one dollar per pound, but you charged us one dollar and fifty cents. You are making a huge profit from this, so if you get caught, you should be held responsible."

"right!"

“The money must be returned!”

"If you don't return the money, no one in your Jia family will have any hope of survival." Everyone started to criticize.

Facing so many people's accusations, Jia Zhang felt guilty and said helplessly: "You know the situation of our family. Even if you force me to death, I will not have any money to give you. This matter can only be regarded as bad luck for you."

"What are you talking about?" "That's unreasonable." "Ms. Jia Zhang, do you have any shame?"

The third uncle frowned: "It's easy if you don't have money. Just write an IOU." "Don't even think about it!" Jia Zhang refused. "First uncle, please explain." Everyone was helpless and looked at the first uncle.

Uncle Yi said seriously: "Ms. Jia Zhang, you have to think it over carefully. If you are not willing to return the money, then no one will bail Dongxu out."

"This……"

Jia Zhang was silent. If he didn't release him on bail, Dongxu would have to wait 15 days and lose his job.

But if bail is to be granted, the three old men in the hospital must come forward to solve the problem.

The three old men were asked to go to the detention center and tell Jia Dongxu that this was a first-time offender and that he would never dare to engage in speculation again. He was then asked to write a letter of guarantee and pay a fine of 20 yuan before he could be released on bail.

"Since there's no need for bail, then we're unlucky. Let's all go." Uncle San said with a smile.

"Wait, wait, we're willing to post bail. We'll just write the IOU."

Jia Zhang was panicking, and Qin Huairu quickly spoke up. "That's more like it."

The third uncle wrote the IOUs for each family, and then released the Jia family.

three days later.

Jia Dongxu was released, and the Jia family was burdened with a huge debt, which, together with the fine, amounted to nearly one hundred yuan.

The beautiful dream was shattered, and the Jia family no longer dared to think about reselling. For this month, the people in the yard lived in chaos. Either this family lost their food coupons, or that family ran out of food. The adults were making a fuss, and the children were crying. This difficult month was finally over.

It was not until the second month that people began to truly appreciate the food stamps, and no incidents of damage or loss occurred.

At the same time, in the second month, the pigeon market was quietly opened, and the people in the courtyard could buy high-priced grain and high-priced meat so that they would not have to go hungry.

But this means that every family's wallet will be severely reduced.

One day, the deaf old lady fell ill and did not get up or eat for the whole day.

No one in the yard cared about her, not even the kind-hearted Aunt Yi, who didn't care whether the deaf old lady lived or died.

The latter's reputation in the hospital has become completely ruined, and no one is willing to take care of the deaf old lady's affairs.

"Old lady, I heard you were sick, I brought you some food." Qin Huairu came with a bowl of noodle soup and a white flour bun. "Huairu, thank you!" The deaf old lady was very grateful.

"Huai Ru, I am old and useless. No one cares about me anymore."

Qin Huairu comforted her, "Old lady, don't worry. When you are well again, you can get up and cook. Everything will be fine."

"I'm useless. I'm old, very old." The deaf old lady looked depressed.

Qin Huairu thought for a moment and said, "Old lady, how about this? Give me the grain book and I will cook for you in the future."

The deaf old lady receives 27 kilograms of food every month, and also receives relief food.

The old lady couldn't finish it all by herself, and the leftovers were enough to subsidize her family.

"Huai Ru, what do you mean by this?" A gleam of wisdom flashed in the deaf old lady's turbid eyes.

She is not stupid. No one in the yard wants to pay attention to her, but Qin Huairu is the only one willing to help her and cook for her. She doesn't believe that Qin Huairu has nothing to gain.

In all likelihood, Qin Huairu was after her house.

But she no longer had the house. The owner of the house was Yang Muzi, and she was just living there temporarily. Only Yang Muzi and she knew about this, Qin Huairu didn't know.

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "What else could it be? I just want to take care of you since you are getting older. Of course, I also have some selfish motives. The sticks are getting bigger and bigger, and they can eat more and more. Your monthly ration will be more than enough, so..."

"Huai Ru, I have seen through you. You are the only good kid in our yard. Although you are from the countryside, you are more down-to-earth than them."

"How about this, if you really want to cook, I won't treat you unfairly. When I die, I will leave all my wealth to you."

"Old lady, I'm not after your property. That's not my intention." Qin Huairu's eyes flashed with joy.

"Silly child, you are the only filial son. When my old lady recovers from her illness, I will find someone to draw up an agreement. My house and the things in it will belong to you in the future."

The deaf old lady smiled and said, Qin Huairu had taken a fancy to her house and wanted it.

Then give it to her. However, whether she can receive it by then is her business.

Qin Huairu had ill intentions in providing for his retirement, and she also felt uneasy about using the imaginary house to make a fuss, so the two of them broke even.

"Old lady, please keep eating. If it's not enough, there's more at home." "Enough, enough!" The two of them had their own calculations and reached an agreement silently.

Jia family.

"Huai Ru, that old man really agreed to give us the house."

"of course it's true."

“Hahaha, that’s great!”

"Mom, Dongxu, you should be nicer to the old lady in the future." "Don't worry, Mom knows her limits."

The whole family was so happy.

Although the deaf old lady's house is a little small, it is not a problem to buy it for a few hundred dollars.

Money is a small matter. If Banggeng gets married in the future, they will have a place to live.

Time flies and it’s the end of the year.

On this day, a green car made in Russia stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

Yang Zhengcheng brought an elegant middle-aged man to the courtyard. "Is this the place?" the middle-aged man asked. "Yes!" Yang Zhengcheng smiled.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I never thought that such a small courtyard house could hide a lot of hidden talents."

"Please come in..."

It was noon and all the workers in the yard had gone to work, leaving only a few women chatting in the yard.

"Hey~~~Isn't this Director Yang?" "Why is he here?" "He must be here to look for Mu Zi." "I don't know why Director Yang values ​​this kid so much."

"Whose house is Muzi at?"

"Big brother is here...Who is this?"

Yang Muzi pushed open the door, his eyes fell on the middle-aged man, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

This man is elegant and seemingly quiet, but he carries the aura of a superior and the fierceness of a soldier.

The person who came was not simple. "Speaking inside the house." "Come in!"

After entering the room, the three of them sat in the living room, and Yang Zhengcheng introduced: "Brother, let me introduce you, this is the big leader, my brother's old group leader."

Big boss. It turned out to be him. No wonder he was so imposing.

"I've heard a lot about you. Hello, leader. My name is Yang Muzi."

The big boss smiled and said, "My last name is Chen, you can just call me Lao Chen. Xiao Yang told me everything about you. Not bad, not bad, you are a talented person."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke with a Sichuan accent.

Yang Muzi immediately realized that he was right. This was the big boss that He Yuzhu cooked for.

"No, no, no! Big boss." "Call me Lao Chen." "Uh... Lao Chen!"

"Haha, is this right?"

The big boss smiled, but Yang Muzi frowned. - He came up to me and tried to make friends with me, because he wanted something from me.

"Old Chen, why did you come to see me?" Yang Muzi asked straight to the point.

The big boss said: "I like people like you who are straightforward. Chen came here to ask for something."

"You say!"

The leader thought about it for a moment and asked, "If you were asked to dispatch food for the whole country, what would you do?"

What?

This question stunned Yang Muzi. The topic was too big and he was a little hesitant to answer it.

You have to know that food rationing had just begun, there was regional differentiation between the east and the north, and people in the south and the north had different demands for food.

For example, northerners like to eat steamed buns and noodles, while southerners like to eat rice.