Siheyuan: I am reborn as a good person He Yuzhu

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Although it is a bit hard to let go, it is not a bad thing considering the future. Everyone should work hard to manage their own lives, this is the most important thing. "When He Yuzhu heard this, he felt warm and touched. He knew his father's good intentions, so he nodded to show his understanding, "Well, I understand."

The two walked silently, and at this moment He Yuzhu was full of expectations and a little anxious about the road ahead. He felt that the road ahead was still long and full of unknowns, and he had to make continuous efforts to get further and further. However, he firmly believed that as long as he had confidence and courage, he would be invincible in any difficulties and realize his dream.

One morning, He Daqing stood by the gate of the courtyard, holding a small deposit slip tightly in his hand, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes. He looked at his busy wife Liu Ping, and then at his son and daughter playing not far away, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Daqing, are you really willing to donate so much money?" Liu Ping walked up to him and asked with concern.

"Ping'er, I know this is the savings we have worked hard to accumulate, but Yi Zhonghai has donated a lot recently, and we can't lose the battle." He Daqing sighed calmly.

Liu Ping pursed her lips slightly and said nothing. She knew clearly that face played an important role in her husband's mind; however, this amount was not a small sum for them.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the yard - it turned out that the street staff were promoting the donation activity and brought a red board with a donation proposal: "Everyone knows that imperialism has committed unforgivable crimes on our territory. Now, as the sons and daughters of China, we should do our duty to help those who are fighting on the front line of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Today, I hope everyone here will actively participate in donating money and materials."

The residents in the courtyard responded positively and donated their own savings; in particular, Yi Zhonghai donated a huge amount of one million yuan at one time without hesitation, and the scene was quite generous.

When He Daqing saw this, he felt mixed emotions and finally decided not to let his family lose face. He took a deep breath, took out the deposit slip from his pocket and handed it to the street office comrade solemnly: "This is my humble contribution, please accept it."

After receiving the deposit slip and checking the amount, the staff member was delighted and praised: "You are so generous. This charitable act will surely be rewarded by God." Although his voice was slightly choked, He Daqing still forced a smile. He knew that all this was just out of face-saving, but he still felt that his inner peace was comforted.

After the fundraising was over, everyone left the yard and returned home, and silence returned to this cozy little home. "Ping'er, do you think my approach is appropriate?"

"Daqing, I know you made this decision to maintain your dignity. But I also understand that you want to support those who are fighting bravely. Whether it is worth it or not, there is a reason for it." Liu Ping responded while looking at the other party gently. He Daqing knew that what his wife said was true, and his heart was warmed. He held her hand tightly, and his eyes were filled with relief and gratitude.

With a resolute look in his eyes, He Daqing said to Liu Ping: "Ping'er, thank you. I know what to do now."

From that day on, He Daqing and Liu Ping worked harder, believing that only through hard work and effort can they better contribute to their families and society. The residents of the courtyard also became more united and friendly because of this donation activity, and spent many happy and wonderful times together.

Early in the morning, there were bursts of voices in the yard. It turned out that Master Yi Zhonghai from the steel mill was holding the copper gong that had been put away for nearly 20 years and was hitting it hard in the morning light. This copper gong would not be easily sounded unless there was an emergency. So when it suddenly sounded, the residents immediately realized that something might have happened. Hearing the sound, the residents rushed out from their homes, and some even ran out without even having time to put on their shoes.

One resident ran over and said, "Why are you ringing the gong so early? Zhonghai, is there something urgent going on?"

Another old man frowned and shouted, "If my old cold legs get sick, you can't chat anymore!"

"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to my explanation." Yi Zhonghai spoke after seeing that almost everyone in the yard was present.

Everyone living in the courtyard worked in the steel mill, and their positions were not much different. Even though Yi Zhonghai was an eighth-level fitter, he did not have a high enough prestige to quiet others down, so everyone was still talking about it.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai turned to He Daqing who was standing next to him and raised his voice and said, "We had several staff members from the street office come yesterday, right? They said that in order to prevent potential unsafe factors, they needed to select a liaison for each courtyard. Originally they wanted to choose me as the liaison, but I thought it would be best for everyone to elect the most suitable candidate. So I discussed with Secretary Wang and decided to hold the election here."

Hearing this, someone in the crowd interrupted and asked, "Did Secretary Wang agree?"

Yi Zhonghai continued, "Secretary Wang not only agreed, but also said that he would come in person to supervise the election in the evening. The reason why I called everyone together in the morning was that I hoped everyone could be prepared."

He paused and continued, "There is one more thing I want to inform you. Yesterday, Secretary Wang mentioned that there is a project in the city to help poor families, hoping that families with better conditions can voluntarily donate money to help them. I think this is a good idea, so I immediately donated 120 yuan. I thought everyone would respond positively and donate a large sum of money, but I don't know why Daqing..."

When they heard the word "donation", the crowd went wild.

"Donations? What's going on?" people asked one after another, obviously knowing nothing about it.

Yi Zhonghai further explained: "Specifically, the city is preparing a fund to assist needy families, and hopes that people like us can help raise funds. I think this is a good thing, so I expressed my attitude first. But now..."

He looked at He Daqingxin, as if expecting his next reaction.

After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he turned his gaze to He Daqing.

When everyone learned that Yi Zhonghai donated 120 yuan, they all started talking about it. "Zhonghai is really kind-hearted, donating so much at once." "This is half a month's salary."

He Daqing blushed after hearing what Yi Zhonghai said. He had planned to donate 120 yuan yesterday, but Liu Ping thought it was too much and worried that others would talk about him behind his back. In the end, he only donated 20 yuan.

Seeing that He Daqing remained silent, Yi Zhonghai did not blame him any more, but turned to others: "Let's continue to talk about donations."

"I just said I donated 120 yuan. I want to hear what everyone thinks?"

There was silence among the crowd, they stared at each other but no one responded. Yi Zhonghai had no choice but to turn to Liu Haizhong and said, "Haizhong, what do you think?"

Liu Haizhong nodded in response, looked around at everyone and said, "I think what Zhong Hai said is right. As workers, we should help each other. So, I also decided to donate 120 yuan."

He Daqing was a little surprised when he heard this. Last night Liu Haizhong clearly said that he was only willing to donate 10 yuan, so why was he now donating 120 yuan like Yi Zhonghai?

Liu Haizhong looked at He Daqing and asked, "Daqing, do you have any objections?"

"No, no, how could I have any objection?" He Daqing hurriedly shook his head to deny it.

"That's good. In that case, with Haizhong, me, and the people who donated before, the donations for the renovation of the courtyard will be almost complete."

Someone nearby joked, "Zhu Zi, a good man has emerged from our small courtyard. Liu Lanshan has repaired all the damaged parts!"

"And it is said that the subdistrict office intends to use Liu Lanshan as a liaison officer!"

"What is a liaison?"

"He is the person who is specifically responsible for communicating with the subdistrict office. He is the one who conveys any news."

"So we have to go to him for help from now on?"

"That's right, you have to be polite to him. This is like eating a government-funded meal!"

"What kind of official is this liaison officer? Is he paid?"

"As far as I know, there is no salary. It is completely voluntary labor."

"Voluntary labor? What's the point of doing this?"

"Liu Lanshan is highly conscious and willing to contribute to everyone."

"So what does the liaison officer do?"

This conversation triggered a lot of discussion among the residents of the courtyard house. Everyone seemed to be curious and looking forward to knowing how to better manage and maintain their common home in the future.

On an autumn evening, the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped this ordinary residential courtyard built in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. The sycamore trees in the courtyard swayed gently, and the fallen leaves danced in the breeze, adding a touch of bleak mood to this quiet courtyard.

"If that old guy in Liu Haizhong had been born a few years later, his views would probably be praised to the sky now!" a middle-aged man lamented indignantly.

The man's name is He Yuzhu, and he is a resident of the courtyard. A few years ago, when Liu Haizhong was in office, he found a job for his son; but not long after Liu Haizhong retired, his son was kicked out of the unit by the new leader. This incident not only caused a great shock in the courtyard, but also deepened He Yuzhu's dissatisfaction with Liu Haizhong.

Some recognized elders and authority figures have formed in the courtyard, such as old men like Uncle Qian and Uncle Gan. Uncle Qian, who was once a soldier, returned here after retiring. The majesty and justice he showed made everyone respect him, and after he retired from the front line, he was still a symbol of integrity and fairness in the eyes of the people in the courtyard. As for Uncle Gan, he was born as a craftsman. Relying on his skilled craftsmanship and the wealth he accumulated bit by bit over the years, he became a relatively wealthy family in the courtyard. These two people not only represent the power of the system and the trust of the grassroots of society, but also are the spiritual pillars of the courtyard.