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Between the rising of the sun and the rising of the tide, the time is always so fast that people don't feel it, and it has been a week since the start of school.For a week, Wang Hao still didn't think about the prosthesis. The main reason was that Cheng Xia didn't know anything about prosthetic companies and assembly, and Wang Hao didn't know much about it.However, even though they are all unfamiliar with this matter, they also know that it will cost a lot of money. As a patient without social insurance or work-related injury insurance, this kind of cost is a burden at every cost.

The only thing that can be called good news is that after checking the information, Cheng Xia found out that it is possible to keep the labor relationship with the employer if it is classified as a fifth-grade work injury. Even if Wang Hao is no longer able to participate in the work, he can still get a certain amount of monthly compensation Disability allowance, just looking at the construction site that hired people did not intend to raise this at all, Cheng Xia also understands that it may be difficult to get the allowance.

"...Application for subsidies for poor students..." On the podium, the teacher was announcing things during the self-study class.

Cheng Xia put down the hand supporting his chin, and the pen holder stopped spinning.

He thought, maybe, he should apply for one?

In fact, this subsidy has been available since elementary school, but Cheng Xia always felt that he had the savings left by his mother, and his life was still possible. Coupled with his self-esteem, he never applied for it.

Poor students - as long as a fool can understand what this means, everyone often advocates equality for everyone in this era, but people with poor financial conditions will be embarrassed when facing the gap between themselves and others, let alone how much equality and freedom I only know the child who "I can't afford what others can afford".You have to go to the teacher first to ask for an application form for the subsidy for poor students, and then after filling it out, the teacher will read it out in the class meeting for confirmation, and finally post the application on the school bulletin board if it is successful—even if not many people will go to see it on purpose The list of poor students, but the person concerned always feels awkward when passing by the bulletin board, and doesn't want to stay there for a second, and is even more afraid that the people who walk with him will see his name that is high on the list.

No need for others to say much, Cheng Xia's own ridiculous self-esteem can make him resist this subsidy all the time.

After school, Cheng Xia went straight to the hospital.The hospital is very close to the school, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk there, which is much better than the one-way trip of one or two hours when going to school at home, so he also brings a change of clothes and stays in the hospital every day, only on weekends. Just went home.

After arriving at the hospital, Cheng Xia went to the office to borrow a computer from the doctor and began to check the amount of subsidy for poor junior high school students. After looking around, he found that it was only more than 1000 a year.

Compared with Wang Hao's medical expenses that were like water during this period, more than 1000 a year is so little that it can be regarded as nothing.

But for the students in school, more than 1000 is more than that.The price of food in the canteen of No. 200 Middle School is very affordable. Rice and soup are free, vegetarian dishes cost one or two yuan, and meat dishes are also less than four yuan. You can save more than 1000 yuan a month, and more than [-] yuan is equivalent to four or five months of meals. money.

This temptation is still quite strong. After reading it, Cheng Xia picked up the draft paper, looked at the strings of numbers on it, and forced himself to carefully calculate the meal cost over and over again, and finally threw away the entanglement and decided to apply for a subsidy. This thing is a good thing, but only those who have enough food and clothing are eligible to enjoy it.

The next two days were weekends, and Cheng Xia efficiently finished all the homework on Friday night, and wanted to use these two days to find Wang Hao's foreman and discuss with them about the disability allowance.

On Saturday morning, Cheng Xia asked about the location of Wang Hao's construction site and went out, but as expected, it was of no use at all.

Not even a supervisor from the construction site was dispatched. They just talked with the foreman through his mobile phone, which probably meant that the company had already paid the compensation in one go, and the compensation had been paid off, and the disability allowance had been paid. No need to go out again.

"But the company originally wanted to give disability allowances. The one-time compensation is only feasible if the workers propose it. And the amount of your compensation has not met the requirements..."

"Little friend, that's not what you said." The other side of the phone said casually in a coaxing tone, "You are still young and don't understand these things. We have already given money to your father, so take money from us It's a very bad behavior. Did your father ask you to come to us? You go back and talk to him..."

"No." Cheng Xia calmed down the anger rising in his heart, and his tone became stiff, "I came to ask this myself, I have already checked, and the compensation you gave was indeed underpaid..."

"Little friend, where did you check it? Didn't you just search it on the Internet and come here? Now that the Internet is developed, you children like to believe things on the Internet. But in society, what you say is what you say. The voice on the phone became erratic, and then suddenly cut off the topic, "Let your father call me if you have any questions. Children, don't meddle in the affairs of adults."

Then the phone was hung up, Cheng Xia held the foreman's mobile phone, hearing the beeping sound from the opposite side, he was so angry that he could only stare at the phone.

The foreman listened at the door for a long time, shook his head, went into the room and took away the mobile phone, and said to Cheng Xia: "I told you that it's impossible, you should ask the adults at home for this kind of thing."

He fiddled with the phone a few times and said, "I told you earlier that I couldn't do it. Now I'm borrowing you to make a call. I'm afraid I'll be scolded..." After finishing speaking, he patted Cheng Xia on the shoulder , took him out of the door and sent him out of the construction site all the way.

After a busy morning, Cheng Xia quickly took a cold shower as soon as he got back to the hospital, washing away the sweat all over his body and reducing his anger.

After eating as usual and solving the problem of food and clothing in the ward, Cheng Xia continued to pester the manager.

If those compensations can be returned, it will definitely be a big income. Fortunately, I wrote down the manager's phone number.

Cheng Xia didn't make a successful call once, so he made persistent efforts to make a second call. One afternoon, the manager over there said that children didn't understand, and the nonsense that the company had already paid compensation was useless. Anyway, Cheng Xia He said with all his might that the compensation was not enough.

Cheng Xia was talking on the phone in the corridor, opened the door when he was tired, and entered the ward: "... Whether the things on the Internet are reliable or not is another matter, at least I know that the national statutory "Regulations on Work Injury Insurance" are more reliable than your nonsense. !"

Wang Hao gave him a strange look on the hospital bed, and his words were full of sarcasm, as if he was often heard when arguing with him.

Cheng Xia, who heard the familiar beeping sound again, was not panicked at all, took a leisurely drink of water to moisten his throat, washed the dirty clothes he changed at noon, hung them up to dry, and then asked the people in the same ward An aunt borrowed a mobile phone and continued to make calls.

...and then surprised to find that it doesn't work? ?

Cheng Xia didn't believe in evil and called again, and the mechanical female voice who had no such number was in his ear again.

Today, the unlucky manager on the other end of the phone was harassed by Cheng Xia all afternoon. Whenever he heard a call from Cheng Xia, he would block one. Before it was over, the manager at the other end couldn't hold it anymore, and turned on the interception of strange calls, and finally it was quiet.

While the manager was quiet, Cheng Xia was completely out of recruits. Should he go to the construction site to track down his house?

Cheng Xia returned the phone dejectedly, and muttered in a low voice: "I knew I would not be so ruthless when I divided the time."

Alas, I have no experience in debt collection for the first time.

Completely free now, Cheng Xia was going to preview the textbooks, but was stopped by Wang Hao: "You go back tomorrow and bring me my box."

"Ah?" Cheng Xia was confused, "What box?"

"Under the bed in my room, a wooden box."

Cheng Xia frowned and said, "What are you doing with the box? Can't you be more honest every day?"

Wang Hao glanced at him impatiently: "I said yes! So much nonsense!"

Cheng Xia rolled his eyes and ignored him.

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Cheng Xia went home the next day and brought the wooden box with him.

The wooden box looks very similar to Cheng Xia's own small wooden box in the treasury. It seems to be of the same origin, and they are all made by Uncle Chen.It's just that Wang Hao's wooden box is several years older than Cheng Xia's, and there are many bumps and scratches on it, which shows that the owner doesn't take care of it very much.

After Cheng Xia came over, he lay on the other bed and did his homework.Wang Hao opened the box, found a black leather book full of phone numbers from among the messy piles of envelopes, flipped through the yellowed and wrinkled pages, and found one of the phone numbers.

The phone number and name are all handwritten, and the handwriting is clear and beautiful, which is completely different from Wang Hao's own.

The weekend passed, and a new week began. Cheng Xia went to school on time with his schoolbag on his back.

Wang Hao slept until he woke up naturally, and found that Cheng Xia was not in the ward, so he dialed the phone number he found.

The phone was connected after two beeps, and Wang Hao felt his heart rate was rising, so that he spoke incoherently: "Well, my name is Wang Hao, you... do you know Cheng Yirou?"

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There are a total of eight periods in one day's class plus self-study. When the school bell rings, students are always the happiest.

Yang Fan quickly packed his schoolbag, and told Cheng Xia that he found a barbecue restaurant next to the school a few days ago, and he could smell super fragrant just by walking on the side of the road.

"It's just that the food over there must be very expensive for me to eat alone. There is a special price there today, and the set meal for multiple people can save a lot of money! Will you go with me?" Yang Fan asked excitedly.

Cheng Xia smiled and said that he had to do his homework quickly today because of something at home, and declined his invitation.Yang Fan had no choice but to find Qiu Xuyi who was at the front table to sit at the same table with him. As a result, comrade Qiu Xu loved studying so much that he couldn't help himself and had to study by himself until very late, so only Qiu Xuyi's tablemate agreed to have dinner with Yang Fan.

Cheng Xia is indeed busy today. He took the application form for the poor student subsidy from the teacher on Monday. After filling it out, he was going to the teacher's office to hand over his application form to the teacher.

The students are out of school, and the teachers seem to be off work. In the office, Cheng Xia can only see neatly arranged desks and scattered summer homework just received.

He looked for the desks one by one, looked at the classes that the students had written in their summer homework, and finally found the desk of the math teacher, the head teacher, Ms. Li, and saw a stack of completed application forms on her desk.

Cheng Xia leaned forward, and when he was about to stuff his own into the middle of the stack, Teacher Li's voice suddenly sounded from the door: "Cheng Xia? Are you here to find the teacher?" Cheng Xia paused for a moment, as if The pause button was pressed instantly.

Li Ya took a few steps closer, just in time to see Cheng Xia retracting his hand holding a completed application form, sticking it honestly to the seam of his trousers, and yelled unnaturally: "Ms. Li."

Teacher Li smiled and said, "Have you filled out the application form yet?"

Cheng Xia nodded and answered yes.

Li Ya sat back in her seat. In the middle of the table was the weekend homework of Class [-] and Class [-]. There were traces of red pens on the whole stack of papers. She pressed her temples tiredly, yes Cheng Xia said: "Well...you are a little late, there will be some small things about this watch in the future, I'm afraid you will be in a hurry..."

"Well," Cheng Xia nodded and said, "Isn't it..."

"No, no, it's okay, it's just that you will be busy." Li Ya took the Chengxia application form and put it on the table, carefully looked at the information in the application form, and said, "You..."

Before he could speak, there were footsteps at the door again. Cheng Xia and Li Ya looked up at the same time, and found that it was Qiu Xuyi who was still studying at school. He was holding tonight's math paper in his hand and grabbed a pen. It seems to be a problem.

As soon as Cheng Xia watched Qiu Xu come in, his body became more tense, and he pursed his lips a little anxiously.He kind of wanted to take the application form back from the teacher's desk, but it would be too impolite to reach out and take it directly. Teacher Li hasn't finished speaking yet...

The author has something to say: Cheng Xia: Hello, hello...

Manager: Ahhhhh I'm going crazy!Who got this little kid away!

Pat, hang up the phone.

Cheng Xia (dial again): Hello, hello...

Manager: Hang up.

...after many repetitions

Cheng Xia: Hello?

Mechanical female voice: Sorry, but there is no such number.

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The above is the whole process of a person being driven crazy. This story tells us not to owe money to others casually, because you never know how many mobile numbers he will use to harass youㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ

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