Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

"Sister Chuxia, I...what should I do now?"

He Yuzhu is still young after all, only fourteen years old this year.

Suddenly thinking of so many things made her feel a little overwhelmed, and she could only subconsciously ask Shen Maiqiu for help.

Shen Maiqiu no longer had any thoughts of plotting against He Yushui.

All she wanted now was to help this poor little sister.

But she did not forget Wang Jianjun's instructions.

"Sister Yushui, if you don't know what to do, you can ask Jianjun to give you some advice later."

"Are you talking about Brother Jianjun?"

He Yushui didn't know why he asked Wang Jianjun for help.

But out of trust in Shen Chuxia, she still chose to listen to Shen Chuxia's advice.

Wang Jianjun returned home at the time agreed with Shen Maiqiu.

Seeing him come back, Shen Maiqiu told him about He Yushui's matter.

"Brother Jianjun, sister Yushui is so pitiful. Please help her."

Well, this girl has forgotten that her original purpose was just to get He Daqing's address.

But anyway, these are things that need to be dealt with together, things that are easy to do.

Wang Jianjun thought for a moment and then lowered his voice and asked:

“Yushui, do you remember anything strange before your father left?”

"Strange place?"

He Yushui thought about it and then said:

"I remember he was in a good mood a month before he left. He even took my brother and me out for a meal. But he was really worried a few days before he left."

"It's obvious that something must have happened before he left. Maybe that's why he suddenly left you behind."

Wang Jianjun made a guess based on the novels he had read before.

There is a high probability that He Daqing's departure was Yi Zhonghai's plan.

He Daqing, the old pervert who couldn't control his lower body, was probably set up by the White Widow.

"Brother Jianjun, do you think my dad abandoned me on purpose?"

Looking at He Yushui's hopeful expression.

Wang Jianjun sighed and said:

"Rainwater, it's simple to figure out."

"Brother Jianjun, what do you mean?"

"If your father had any hidden secrets, he would definitely write to you or even send you money when he went to Baoding."

"But... But my brother and I not only didn't receive any money, but we didn't even receive a letter in all these years."

That was all stolen by Yi Zhonghai.

"Yushui, why don't we go to the post office and ask. Maybe your father sent you a letter, but it was intercepted by someone."

Wang Jianjun led He Yushui to associate the truth of the matter.

He Yushui still has expectations for He Daqing.

Although her mind told her that this was impossible, she still wanted to try.

"Brother Jianjun, Sister Chuxia, can you go with me?"

"No problem, I'll go with you later."

"Yushui, go back and get your ID and wait for me at the supply and marketing cooperative outside. Remember to keep this matter confidential for the time being and don't tell anyone."

"Okay, I see."

He Yushui said this and went home to get his household registration certificate.

She also met an old lady on the way.

The old lady greeted He Yushui kindly.

Because of Wang Jianjun's guidance, He Yushui became somewhat suspicious of the old man, and as a result, he did not trust the old woman that much.

But his face still had the same respectful expression as always.

He Yushui took the certificate and went to the supply and marketing cooperative outside the courtyard to wait for Wang Jianjun.

After a while, Wang Jianjun brought Shen Maiqiu out.

The three of them rode their bicycles all the way to the post office.

Wang Jianjun randomly asked someone:

"Comrade, I want to check if anyone has sent a letter to my sister."

After Wang Jianjun finished speaking, He Yushui handed over his ID.

"Wait a moment, I'll check the file."

The man took the certificate and went to the archive room next door.

After a while he came back with a stack of stubs and asked:

"He Yushui, right? You have dozens of letters and money sent from Baoding. The sender is He Daqing. Which letter did you miss?"

The three of them looked at each other, and He Yushui said in a trembling voice with some disbelief:

"I...I didn't receive any."

"What! How is this possible!"

The staff member was also dumbfounded.

Dozens of letters were not received.

That would be a serious matter.

Especially since each letter came with ten dollars.

That amount of money is enough to sentence the person responsible for delivering the letter.

The man was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Comrade, I can prove it. My sister has never received a single letter. I thought something was a little unusual, so I brought her here to find out what was going on."

"Wait a moment, I'll go find the leader."

The man called his leader over.

Such a big thing happened, and he, a small clerk, couldn't handle it.

Soon the leader of the post office came over.

After repeatedly confirming with Wang Jianjun and the other two, the post office leader asked the person next to him with a serious face:

"Who is the postman in charge of the Nanluoguxiang area?!"

"It's Xiao Sun."

"Call him to me now!"

"I've sent someone to call him."

After a while, a thin young man ran in, sweating profusely.

"Director, you are looking for me."

The man obviously knew what had happened, and his tone of voice was a little panicked when he came in.

"Xiao Sun, what did you do? There were so many letters, but the recipient didn't receive any of them!"

Being questioned like this by the leader, the guy named Xiao Sun almost burst into tears.

"Director! This... this is none of my business. I delivered a letter to this family but they were not at home. It was an old man in charge of their courtyard who asked me to pass it on for them.

The manager said he would just pass by here on his way to work, so he told me not to send it, and he would come to the post office to pick up the letter every month.

Wang Jianjun picked up the deposit slip for the mail, and indeed, Yi Zhonghai's name was written on it.

"Comrade, the steward you mentioned didn't pass on a single letter to my sister."

Wang Jianjun's words made the man named Xiao Sun turn pale.

If it were just letters, it would be fine, but there is ten dollars in each letter.

If the other party pursues this matter, not only will he lose his job, he may even have to work on a sewing machine.

"Director! I...this...that!"

Looking at his men talking incoherently.

The director of the post office also sighed and said:

"Comrades, it is true that we did not do our job well. But I also hope that you will not hold Comrade Sun Tong responsible. His entire family depends on his job to support them."

As he said this, he bowed to Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun waved his hand and said, "The victim in this matter is my sister. Because of your negligence in work, my sister misunderstood her father for several years.

She has always thought that her father abandoned her, and the lack of family affection for so many years cannot be made up for with a few words. "