I messed up the Siheyuan

"Tell everyone about it!"

"Next month, starting from May, everyone's food ration will be reduced by 30 percent."

As soon as Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, everyone in the conference hall froze there as if they were under a spell.

But soon, these people began to boil like boiling water.

"Uncle, what are you talking about? Is there such a thing?"

"Uncle, you are so old, you can't joke about this kind of thing!"

"Uncle, where did you hear this? Is it reliable?"

"A great uncle..."

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After a while, when everyone had vented their emotions, Yi Zhonghai said loudly again: "Okay, everyone, calm down!"

Looking at Yi Zhonghai's majestic gaze, the crowd, which was originally a little out of control, gradually calmed down.

After the meeting room returned to calm, Yi Zhonghai spoke again: "Next month, the factory and the street should issue a formal notice about the matter I mentioned.

The reason I told you all this today is so that everyone can prepare in advance."

As soon as Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a lame leg stood up with a red face.

He asked anxiously, "Uncle, is what you said true?"

This is Guo Quezi who lives in the front yard.

Guo Quezi's real name is "Guo Shuisheng". Because he had a lame leg, he was nicknamed "Guo Quezi".

In fact, the neighbors in the yard and the people he knew outside usually called him "Guo the Cripple".

His real name is 'Guo Shuisheng', but not many people call him that.

He is 33 years old and there are four people in his family.

The eldest daughter, Guo Dani, is 10 years old this year; the youngest daughter, Guo Erni, is 5 years old; his wife died of complications during childbirth of the youngest daughter; in addition, he also has a blind mother.

It can be said that the Guo family is now a family of four that depends on each other.

Guo Quezi is a coal maker at a honeycomb coal factory. His salary is not high, only 19 yuan per month.

Their family of four depends on his salary to survive.

So, when he heard Yi Zhonghai say that the food ration would be reduced, he, who was usually honest and did not get involved in any major or minor matters in the courtyard, immediately became the first to stand up.

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Yi Zhonghai sighed slightly and responded to Guo Quezi: "Quezi, this should be correct.

The letter I received was: the official document had been sent to the Municipal Grain Bureau.

Just wait for it to be released next month and implemented the month after next!"

"Ah!...Hi!..." Guo Quezi stood for a while with a dejected face, then sat down helplessly.

As he sat down, a buzzing sound of discussion began again.

"Our family's rations are already a little insufficient. How about reducing them so much? Won't we starve?"

"Hey!...Who said it wasn't true!...From now on!...I really have to live with an empty stomach."

"If this food is really not enough, we really need to add something else to it in the future?"

"Add something? Add what?"

"Wild vegetables, bran...anything edible, just add it in!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! ... We have to mix things into the grain. Our relatives in Changping have been mixing bran into cornmeal since last year."

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After everyone discussed for a while, Yi Zhonghai spoke again: "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment! I have something else to discuss with you."

"Everyone knows about the Jia family in our courtyard, the middle courtyard! ... Only Jia Dongxu has a permanent residence in Beijing."

"That is to say, among their family of five, only Jia Dongxu can receive the city's ration of food."

"Every month, as their teacher, I have to provide them with some food so that they can survive."

"But if the food ration is reduced by 30% starting from May, then... even if I, as a master, try my best, I really can't take care of it."

"So... I want to discuss this with everyone..."

"Every household! ...Every month, we can give the Jia family a pound and a half of grain."

"I know...these past two years have been a period of famine, and life has been tough for everyone."

"This is coupled with the quantitative reduction, which is even more urgent."

"But!... No matter what, we can still live our lives, right?"

"But the Jia family is different."

"Qin Huairu is pregnant again now. If we add another child by the end of the year, there will be six people in the family."

"If you guys don't lend a hand, the Jia family will really starve to death."

"If someone starves to death in our courtyard, it will be embarrassing for everyone if we tell others about it, right?"

"Okay! I won't say anything more... Um!... Starting from May, I will donate 25 kilograms of grain to the Jia family every month."

As he said that, Yi Zhonghai turned to Yan Fugui beside him and said, "Third Uncle, the hospital donated grain to the Jia family this time. Please help keep a record of it."

Afterwards, he turned around and explained to everyone in the courtyard: "I have no other intention in asking the Third Master to remember this, it is just to let the Jia family remember the kindness of everyone.

After all, when their family was in the most difficult time, it was the people in our hospital who lent a hand and helped them get through the difficult times.

When the Jia family has a good life in the future, they can repay everyone according to what they have remembered, right? "

As soon as Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, Yan Fugui on the side replied simply: "Okay! Uncle, don't worry! I promise to remember it clearly and not make any mistakes."

After saying that, he took out the pen and paper he had prepared in advance from his pocket and wrote down Yi Zhonghai's name and the amount of donated food.

After he finished writing, Liu Haizhong stood up with his big belly.

He first waved his hands in a very imposing manner, as if he was about to make some important announcement.

"The first uncle donated 25 kilograms of food... As the second uncle... I will donate... well!... 10 kilograms!"

After saying that, he smacked his lips and sat down with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

In fact, the old guy also wanted to donate 25 kilograms at first.

He felt that if he donated the same amount of food as the old man, it would show that their status was the same.

But when he thought that the consequence of donating 25 kilograms would be that his family would also go hungry, he temporarily changed his mind and said "10 kilograms".

When it was Yan Fugui's turn, he thought for a while, then stroked the legs of his glasses and said weakly: "That... Although I am the third uncle in our courtyard, but... our family's life has always been difficult.

Don't even mention comparing yourself with the uncle or the second uncle.

Compared with other people in the same courtyard, our family's living standard is just lower-middle class.

As for me! ... I will donate a little less, just one kilogram!" After saying this, he lowered his head.

What embarrassed Yi Zhonghai was that he had said so many sensational words and laid so much groundwork before, but after Yan Fugui made his donation, the atmosphere became dull.

The scene of enthusiastic food donations that he had imagined did not occur.