The world of film and television started from optical film

Chapter 45 Borrowing Money
Water was boiling on the stove.

Li Suhua and Guangming looked after the children, while Zheng Juan and Wang Zhong were cooking dinner in the kitchen.

The fried sauce is ready-made. Zheng Juan can learn from a neighbor in Yanjing. The noodles are also freshly rolled. Heat the fried sauce made by Zheng Juan, and then stew meatball and pickled vegetable soup. It is a simple dinner. alright.

At the dinner table, the children were all devouring it. There was nothing they could do about it. Zheng Juan's craftsmanship was undeniable, and she never got tired of eating it.

Since I went to Yanjing, Zhajiang noodles have become the children's favorite.

After eating and playing for a while, the children hid under the blankets on the kang with only their heads exposed.

Li Suhua brought copper basins, greeted them one by one, washed their faces, hands and feet, wiped them clean, and told them to get under the covers quickly.

First Zhou Cong, then Feng Yue, Zhou Ming, and finally Zhou Ling.

When it was little Zhou Ling's turn, the bed was too warm, and the little girl was reluctant to come out.

"Lingling!"

"It's your turn, Lingling!"

"Lingling!"

Li Suhua yelled a few times but didn't respond, stood up and looked, the little girl's eyes were closed, but the sparse eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

The little girl pretended to be asleep, Li Suhua thought it was funny, and hugged the little girl out of the bed.

"grandmother!"

"cold!"

The little girl immediately felt aggrieved, pouted her mouth, and looked at Li Suhua pitifully, her eyes were slightly moist.

Li Suhua said with a straight face: "Okay, you can hang the oil pot on your mouth, wash it quickly, and go to bed quickly."

The little girl reluctantly stretched out her hands and raised her head. Li Suhua quickly washed the little girl with those big rough hands. Although the big hands were rough, Li Suhua's movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting the cute little girl. granddaughter.

Wipe off the water on the two tender little feet with a towel, Li Suhua got up and carried the little girl back to the kang, patted her tender and white feet: "Okay, go to sleep now!"

The little girl was too lazy to get up, and crawled directly into the bed, squinting her eyes and lying down, with a face of enjoyment, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and two shallow dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks.

I still don't forget to say with emotion: "It's so warm."

The children were all under the covers, and the adults rarely had a rest. Although there were a couple in the family who often helped to clean and ventilate, there was still a lot of work to do.

As the night darkened, Li Suhua also dozed off.

The children slept in the outer room with Li Suhua, and Zheng Juan and Wang Zhong slept in the back room. Guangming insisted on going back to live in Taiping Hutong, but Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan did not force them to stay. After all, Guangming is a big guy now, which is different from before. We can't always let him and Li Suhua squeeze together on the same kang.

My family members know their own affairs, so they definitely don't think too much about it, but it's hard for outsiders to talk about it. Gossip hurts people the most, and Guangming is intelligent and sensitive, so naturally he doesn't want to see such things.

The next morning, the breakfast was fried noodles with fried eggs, and the children each had a glass of brewed milk.

After breakfast, Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan went out on a tricycle.

Now that the family has a large population, and everyone has a big appetite, Zhou Zhigang and the others will have to come back. There are nine people in the family, and they will have a lot of rice, flour, grain and oil in their reserves.

There must also be enough radishes and cabbage in the vegetable cellar.

The big vat under the eaves in the courtyard also had to be filled with frozen meat.

It's not that I don't want to prepare other dishes. The main reason is that there are only radishes and cabbage in this season. Fortunately, I can choose meat, pork, mutton, and fresh fish.

Because it is close to the Songhua River, Jichun has never been short of fish to eat. Even in winter, people often dig holes on the river to fish.

Near noon, the couple returned home with a large cart full of supplies.

"Mom! We're back!" The tricycle parked in the yard, and the couple got off to move things into the back room.

As soon as they reached the door, the door was opened, and Qiao Chunyan and Cao Debao got out.

"Brother Bingkun, sister-in-law!"

"Chunyan, Debao, here we come!"

The two sides quickly greeted each other.

"Brother Bingkun, why did you just come back." As they spoke, the two walked to the side of the tricycle and enthusiastically helped carry things.

"There are a lot of things, so it's a bit slower." Zheng Juan explained with a smile.

Wang Zhong's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't say anything. Someone helped, so the action was naturally fast.

After a while, a car and things were almost moved.

In the room, Aunt Qiao and Li Suhua were chatting enthusiastically, while Zhou Cong, Feng Yue and Qiao Chunyan's son Niu Niu were playing games in the room.

Seeing Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan enter the room, the two children hurriedly stopped and called for someone.

"It's so lively!" Wang Zhong said with a smile.

"Kun'er is back!" Chunyan's mother also greeted Wang Zhong and the others with a smile.

"Aunt Qiao, Chunyan, don't leave later, stay and have lunch together!" The visitor is a guest, and Wang Zhong has no habit of rejecting guests.

"Sister-in-law, let me help you!" Qiao Chunyan volunteered to help Zheng Juan.

Zheng Juan didn't refuse either.

Cao Debao and Wang Zhong sat by the stove and talked.

"Debao, I heard that you have become the workshop director, and you have become a middle-level leader in the factory. You can do it, kid!" Although Wang Zhong hasn't come back for more than a year, he is not the same for the optical film. I don't know.

In particular, Qu Xiuzhen has always kept in touch with the young juniors in their soy sauce factory. It was from Qu Xiuzhen that Cao Debao was promoted.

"He's just a small workshop director, what kind of leader is he, even more incomparable to you." Cao Debao said with some emotion.

"Since the secretary of Daqu was transferred, the efficiency of the soy sauce factory has been declining year after year. There was an accident at the beginning of the year, and the money for this year's Chinese New Year cannot be paid out."

In the past, the soy sauce factory would distribute some soy sauce, vinegar, and monosodium glutamate to the workers when the Chinese New Year came. If there were too many items, the workers would exchange them for money.

"An accident?" Wang Zhong frowned.

Li Suhua, who was sitting next to Chunyan's mother on the kang and talking, was also surprised when he heard this: "What happened? Is it serious?"

Chunyan's mother waved her hand and said displeasedly: "Hey! That Gong Bin from the old Gong's family caused an accident due to improper operation and ruined three tons of soy sauce."

Speaking of this, Chunyan's mother's face hurts.

"Gong Bin from Gong Weize's family?" Li Suhua asked.

"Who else could it be!" Chunyan's mother said.

Cao Debao said: "Fortunately, it wasn't a major accident. Gong Bin himself was injured a little and stayed in the hospital for a few months. Other workers in the factory were fine, but the machine had a small malfunction and three tons were wasted. Not to mention the soy sauce, but also delayed production, greatly affecting the efficiency of the factory."

"However, considering Gong Bin's special situation, the factory only punished Gong Bin, but did not make him compensate for the loss, but gave him a sick leave in advance."

"If you retreat, you will retreat, as long as the person is fine!" Li Suhua patted his chest with a look of fear.

Wang Zhong looked helpless, his old lady had such a temperament.

"That's not it!" Chunyan's mother also agreed.

But as soon as the conversation changed, gossip started again: "But the old Gong family may have a hard time this year."

"Gong Bin stayed in the hospital for several months, and the medical and hospital expenses add up to a lot!"

Cao Debao hesitated to speak, and when the words came to his lips, he held back, but fortunately, no one noticed.

Li Suhua sighed, and said: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and no one has their own difficulties." Speaking of this, Li Suhua thought of Zhou Rong and his boss Zhou Bingyi again, and his mood became complicated. .

"It's Chinese New Year, why are you talking about this!" Chunyan's mother waved her hand, and directly pulled Li Suhua to chat about the daily life, asking about Li Suhua's life in Yanjing.

In the original plot, after Gong Bin had an accident, Gong Wei came to him and persuaded Wang Zhong and Cao Debao to keep Gong Bin from his illness and bring him with him to run business outside. The wages were all paid by Gong Wei himself, and paid to Gong Bin through the accountant in the factory.

But now without Yuanshen, a benevolent person who doesn't care about rewards, no one in the whole soy sauce factory would dare to bring a mentally ill person like Gong Bin with him.

Cao Debao suddenly leaned into Wang Zhong's ear, and reminded him in a low voice, "I know you're back, but Gong Weize may have to find you at some point."

"Looking for me?" Wang Zhong frowned slightly: "Looking for a loan from me?" In the original plot, it seemed that Gong Wei had actually borrowed money from the original owner.

Cao Debao patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder: "Let's just use text, you, Zhou Bingkun, are famous for being helpful and easy to talk to. Who else can he look for besides you?"

"Gong Bin is a bottomless pit right now, anyway, be careful!"

Cao Debao, as long as it doesn't involve himself, his character is not bad, his heart is not bad, he is good for others, not harmful for himself, and he is willing to do things that can save favors.

Sure enough, at night, not long after the members of Qiao's family left, Wang Zhong and the others were about to go to sleep when there was a knock on the door.

Wang Zhong opened the door, and standing outside was Gong Weize in police uniform.

"Uncle Gong, what's the matter this evening?"

"There is indeed something wrong." Gong Wei's face was not very good-looking, but he still forced a smile.

"Then come in and talk!" People have come to the door, and they are not enemies, Wang Zhong can't keep people out.

In the room, Wang Zhong poured Gong Wei a cup of hot water.

After taking a sip of water, Gong Wei went straight to the point: "Bingkun, have you heard about Gong Bin?"

Wang nodded, "I heard from Debao, how is Gong Bin doing now?"

Gong Wei sighed: "What else can I do? I found some connections and found him a job as a temporary street sweeper. I will do it for the time being so that he won't think about it."

"It's better to have a job than to be idle. Now that there are so many educated youths returning to the city, there is only so much work. It's good to have a temporary worker to do the work first."

"Who says it's not!" Gong Wei said with emotion on his face, "I won't hide it from you. Gong Bin was hospitalized for several months and spent almost all of his family's money. You have to take medicine, but luckily the soy sauce factory didn't ask him to compensate, otherwise, your little Uncle Gong would really not be able to hold on."

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult for you to recite. Don't be too sad, Uncle Gong. At least compared to other people, you are still a national cadre, holding a solid job."

"What kind of cadre, just the director of a small police station, your aunt doesn't have a job, and there are still a few children to support at home. My salary is enough for the whole family."

Wang Chong said: "Uncle Gong, it's really cold tonight, let's not go around the bush, just tell us what you need, if you can help, I will definitely not be vague."

Gong Wei smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly said: "It's because of Gong Bin's business. I sold everything that could be sold in the house a while ago, and I just filled up that little hole, but now Gong Bin's every month The medicine costs only seven or eight yuan, and the whole family has to eat, I really have no choice."

"I know that you are capable. Not only did you get admitted to the university, but you can also bring a whole family to live in Yanjing. You are also a great writer. If you have a lot of money, can you lend me some money? Uncle, help me?"

Gong Wei looked at Wang Zhong expectantly, feeling extremely nervous, and afraid that people would find out about it and lose face, so he ran over quietly in the middle of the night.

Wang Zhong put his right hand on the table, tapped it lightly with his index finger, and said with a smile: "Is this money? I do have some money, and I can borrow it, but..."

"But what?" Gong Weize's eyes lit up, he grabbed Wang Zhong's hand excitedly, and asked impatiently.

After asking, I realized my gaffe, and quickly took my hand back.

"As the saying goes, you don't save the poor if you are in an emergency. Uncle Gong, I can borrow money from you, but you have to make a written statement stating the time and amount of the loan, as well as the time limit for repayment."

"Do you still need to establish written evidence?" Gong Wei frowned.

Wang Zhongdao: "The book is the proof, the signature is the proof, little Gongshu, if you don't want to, then forgive me for being helpless."

Gong Wei's eyes flickered, he struggled for a while, and then gritted his teeth and said, "I stand!"

Wang Zhong took out a pen and paper, took out ink pads, placed them in front of Gong Weize, and took out a stack of unity from the space, "How much do you want to borrow, Uncle Gong?"

Gong Wei glanced at the money in Wang Zhong's hand, and his heart was broken. He borrowed as much as he wanted, so he simply borrowed more, but he was afraid that he would say too much. Wang Zhong refused to agree, so he tentatively asked: Is it okay?"

Seeing that Wang Zhong just smiled and didn't answer, he immediately changed his words: "If it doesn't work, one hundred and fifty or one hundred will do."

The money in Wang Zhong's hand was less than 300 yuan, and he counted out twenty cards of Great Unity from the inside, and put them on the table: "Two hundred is two hundred, as long as Uncle Gong makes a written note and presses his fingerprint, the 200 yuan will be borrowed." is you."

"Okay!" Gong Wei immediately picked up the pen and was about to write, but was stopped by Wang Zhong.

Gong Wei looked at Wang Zhong in confusion.

I saw Wang Zhong smiled slightly, took out the pen, took the letter paper in front of Gong Weize to himself, and immediately began to write: "Uncle Gong, I will write it first, and you can copy it again."

After a while, Wang Zhong stopped writing and pushed the letter paper in front of Gong Weize.

I see above it says:

Here is Gong Weize, a person from optical film in Jichun City, Jiangliao Province, who is currently the director of the optical film police station. His ID number is now on January 1979, 1, the 2th lunar month in the Gregorian calendar. The word film person... borrowed RMB 25 yuan... and agreed to repay the principal on January 200, 1981 in the Gregorian calendar, without interest.

The following is the signature of the borrower and the borrower and there is still time.

Gong Wei looked at Wang Zhong with some reluctance: "Is it necessary to write such details?"

Wang Zhongdao: "Written proof, of course it must look like a written proof. I didn't even ask you for interest. If you still don't want to, then forgive me for not being able to help."

"I wrote!"

Gong Wei gritted his teeth and started writing.

After finishing writing, Wang Zhong said again: "On these two papers, wherever your name, ID number, date, and loan amount are written, I will ask you to stamp your fingerprints."

The documents are all up, and there is no difference in fingerprints.

After Gong Wei stamped his fingerprints, Wang Zhong also stamped his fingerprints on the place where he wrote his name and ID number on the two chapters of paper, and pushed the [-] pieces of Great Unity on the table and the IOU written by himself to Gong Wei. in front of you.

Gong Wei couldn't wait to pick up the money, spit and counted it before stuffing it into his coat pocket.

Beside, Li Suhua watched the whole process, but didn't say a word.

Although Li Suhua was kind-hearted, 200 yuan was not a small amount, on the contrary, Wang Zhong's prudence made Li Suhua agree with it.

Wang Zhong also folded up the one written by Gong Weize and put it away carefully.

"Uncle Gong, it's getting late, so I won't send it off!"

"Thank you Bingkun!" Gong Wei said with mixed feelings in his heart, "Don't worry, I will pay you back as soon as I have money."

"They're all neighbors!" Wang Zhong smiled and sent Gong Wei out the door.

(End of this chapter)