Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

When people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in their teeth. Xu Damao's luck has undoubtedly been very bad recently.

Not only did he lose his job, but he was also bullied by his neighbors when he returned home. His career and life both came to a halt, and he was almost at the end of his rope.

And all this can only be said to be what he deserves.

If Xu Damao had not been undisciplined and done many immoral things in his daily life, he would not have been condemned by everyone when he was in trouble.

After staying in the house all night, Xu Damao couldn't stand the neighbors' troubles any more, so he dragged his injured body to the South District to look for his parents early the next morning.

When children are wronged outside, they always go to their parents to cry and complain, and Xu Damao is no exception.

The distance from the courtyard to the South District is not short. When Xu Damao arrived at the cinema where his father worked, it was already noon.

Seeing his son suddenly coming over, Xu Fugui was startled and hurried forward to ask, "Da Mao, why are you here?"

Today is a working day, and Xu Damao should be working at the steel mill.

"Dad...I...I was fired from the factory..."

Xu Damao spoke intermittently with tears in his voice.

Since he was fired yesterday, Xu Damao finally found someone he could talk to. His emotions suddenly surged and he burst into tears.

"what?!"

Xu Fugui was horrified, put his hands on his son's shoulders and asked, "What on earth is going on?"

"Sigh~"

The injury on his shoulder flared up, causing Xu Damao to gasp for air in pain. After a moment's rest, he said in a sad voice, "I don't know either. Yesterday morning, the head of the Propaganda Section suddenly stopped me and said that I harassed female comrades and had problems with my work style, so he kicked me out..."

The incident happened suddenly and Xu Damao didn't know why he was fired.

"Did you mess with a woman you shouldn't mess with?"

Xu Fugui's face darkened and he asked sternly.

Xu Fugui knew about his son's unruly nature. He had reminded him more than once before, but Xu Damao turned a deaf ear to it all and continued to do as he pleased without any remorse.

It is not impossible to lose your job because of a woman.

"This...this..."

Xu Damao swallowed his saliva and said hesitantly: "I don't know too much, but I'm fine..."

Xu Damao had had affairs with many women, so when his father asked him this, he was really unsure.

"Hi!"

Xu Fugui turned around and sighed, pointing at Xu Damao and trembling, scolding: "I told you a long time ago not to mess around outside, now it's over, right?"

"Dad, what should I do now?"

The person who was most upset about losing his job was Xu Damao.

Without his income, he would really starve to death.

"What else can be done?"

Xu Fugui looked at his only son with disappointment, but he finally softened his heart.

"I'll take a leave. In the afternoon, we'll buy some gifts and go to the factory to ask someone if there's any room for reversal."

Xu Fugui has worked in the steel rolling mill for so many years and knows a lot of people, and his information channels are much stronger than Xu Damao's.

"Dad, what if there is no room for turning back?"

Thinking of the Propaganda Section Chief's arrogant attitude yesterday, Xu Damao asked weakly.

"Then you should go back to the countryside and farm."

Xu Fugui snorted coldly, left Xu Damao and turned away.

This is a statement made in anger, but it is not necessarily false.

It is so difficult to find a job in Beijing now. Almost every job is filled to the vacancy, and there is no room for extra employees.

After losing his job, Xu Damao found it difficult to gain a foothold in the city and had to go to the countryside to make a living.

"what?"

Xu Damao exclaimed, and couldn't help lamenting when he thought of the hard days in the countryside, working in the fields with his back to the sky.

He is not strong enough to take care of the crops.

……

In the afternoon, Xu Damao and his son came to the steel rolling mill carrying cigarettes and alcohol.

Xu Fugui walked up to the gatekeeper and handed him a cigarette, wanting him to help pass a message to someone he knew in the factory.

Unexpectedly, the guard didn't even look at the cigarette he handed over, but directly refused it and sternly told them to move away and not block the door.

Xu Fugui had no choice but to wait outside in the cold wind.

Fortunately, it was almost time to get off work, and the workers soon filed out of the factory.

Xu Fugui seized the opportunity, stopped a cadre he knew, and invited him to the roadside for a chat.

"Director Yang, my son was doing well in the factory, how come he was fired all of a sudden?"

Xu Fugui handed Director Yang a cigarette and helped light it very skillfully.

Director Yang took a puff, blew out a smoke ring, shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I am in charge of production. I don't know much about the situation in the Propaganda Department."

It’s not that I’m not clear about it, but that I know it in my heart but cannot say it out loud.

The steel mill was about to be nationalized, and the former management dared not say much, for fear of saying the wrong thing and getting into trouble.

"Can you please ask the head of the publicity department to come out for me? I want to talk to him about something."

Xu Fugui handed a box of cigarettes to Director Yang. There was only half a box of cigarettes left, and the other half was stuffed with a stack of bills.

Director Yang glanced at him lightly, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared without a trace, and he waved his hand and declined, "Xu Fugui, you'd better stop worrying about it.

Xu Damao is not the only one who was fired from the factory this time, so he should find a job somewhere else."

Having said that, Director Yang has done his best.

As for whether Xu Fugui could understand the true meaning, he had no control over it.

Looking at the undelivered gift in his hand and Director Yang walking away, Xu Fugui frowned, his face looking gloomy.

Even people he knew were unwilling to help, so Xu Damao had no hope of getting a job.

"Dad, what should we do now?"

Xu Damao was watching from the side, and when he saw his father's poor performance, his anxiety grew stronger.

"It's getting late, let's go back first."

It was getting late and it was too late for Xu Fugui to go back to the South District, so he could only stay in the courtyard for one night.

At the same time, think of a way to try to give my son a chance of survival.

……

Returning to the courtyard again, Xu Fugui suddenly felt as if he was in another world.

He had clearly lived in the courtyard for so many years and had just come back a few days ago.

I don't know why I feel so strange when I came back today.

After walking a few steps, Xu Fugui couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew in his heart that it was not the courtyard that had changed, but the people.

Some time ago, when he became the manager, he was a bully in the yard and was respected and feared by his neighbors.

Now that he has left the courtyard and lost the halo of being the manager, his son can't even keep his job. He is like a helpless duckweed, and all he gets is contempt and ridicule from his neighbors.

The most obvious thing was that Xu Fugui and his son walked all the way from the gate to the backyard, but no one came up to say hello.

The neighbors seemed to treat them as air.

“I’m hungry after running for so long.

Damao, go make a fire and cook.

Cook some more food, I'll go out to buy some groceries, and we'll have a few drinks tonight."

Although the situation was not optimistic, Xu Fugui still remained calm and composed.

No matter what happens, you still have to eat.

Moreover, Xu Fugui also planned to invite his neighbors over in the evening to have a few drinks and have a good chat.