The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 242 Qin Huairu, don’t go too far

Qin Huairu's sudden grab pushed Yan Laosan into an embarrassing situation.

He now looked like his purpose had been revealed. He couldn't get up or get down. He was hanging in the air like an old salted fish.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Laosan twisted half of his body back and waved to Qin Huairu.

"Qin Huairu, don't cause trouble here. The third uncle has something to report to the leader. You go home first."

Thinking of the condolence payment of 30 yuan mentioned by Qin Huairu, Lao Yan felt like there was an ant crawling in his heart. It would be a shame if he couldn't get the money.

Seeing Qin Huairu holding back a smile and walking towards the middle courtyard, the third uncle turned around, rubbed his hands and said hurriedly to Li Feng.

"Well, Xiaofeng, we are all in the same yard. You can see what is going on in the third uncle's house. Although Brother Cheng is a temporary worker, he can still be considered a part of the steel rolling mill."

"Stop, stop, third uncle, Brother Jie Cheng is a member of the factory. That's right, we don't talk about temporary workers or temporary workers. After all, they are all employees of the factory."

"But, adding him to your family is equivalent to two labors. You can get at least 20 or [-] yuan a month. Brother Jie Cheng can get at least a dozen or [-] yuan a month. If you add it up, the family will not have any difficulties now!"

Seeing Yan Laosan lingering and unwilling to leave, still vomiting bitterness here, how could Li Feng not know what he was thinking.

After removing the briefcase from the handlebar, Li Feng took out a form and gave it to the third uncle.

"Take a look for yourself. Compare your family with the people on the list. What I admire most about you, the third uncle, is that no matter who you are at home, you are fair and just. How come you can support six people here with only 60 yuan and [-] yuan a month?" It’s become difficult!”

Yan Bugui looked at the list handed over by Deputy Section Chief Li. He might have been right, but he looked a little guilty and did not dare to take the list.

In terms of difficulties, Lao Yan's family is actually not that difficult. It's just that outsiders don't know it. Lao Yan's miscellaneous other "non-tax deduction" income adds up to forty or fifty.

Today, when Yan Jiecheng came back, he talked about what was happening on the loudspeaker at the dinner table. Lao Yan couldn't eat anymore when he heard his son say that the Propaganda Department meant that a poor household would pay 30 yuan.

The 5000 yuan came from Li Feng's Ping An Driving School. Lao Yan thought that he would have to take a bite of this cake no matter what.

Unexpectedly, Li Feng only commuted to and from get off work every day and slept in during his breaks, but he still had a clear understanding of the situation in the yard.

"Well, Xiaofeng, the third uncle is just talking. After all, you are now the leader. I also see that they are all from the same hospital. The condolence money is given to no one!"

Yan Laosan, who was holding his waist in his mouth, looked at Liu Yin pitifully like a pug. The woman was soft-hearted and hoped that she would say a few words to help him.

After listening for a long time, Liu Yin finally understood something.

My son is probably acting like a monster again in the factory. According to what Qin Huairu said, Xiaofeng is responsible for distributing a subsidy of 30 yuan to a household in need. These three uncles came as soon as they smelled it. They wanted to rely on their connections to get some help. Join the quota of needy households.

"Third uncle, our Xiaofeng is not a leader in front of you. You have watched him grow up!"

"It's precisely because you watched him grow up. Don't let him get confused about this matter. Every household is having a hard time now. At least we can still eat in our courtyard. In some families, the porridge is so thin. Can be used as a mirror!"

"If your family is really in trouble, just ask what you said at the last courtyard meeting to be fair. Let the Li family lend you some money to get through this new year!"

After saying that, Liu Yin actually walked towards the bedside table and pretended to start looking for money.

"No, sister of the Li family, the third uncle can't open his mouth about borrowing money. We have never borrowed money from anyone else in our lives!"

"That's all, that's all. Xiaofeng, Renyi, is the same mold as his father. Since there are more difficulties, let's stick to them first!"

Watching Liu Yin rummaging around, the third uncle's slightly opened lips moved dryly. With a look of disappointment and regret in his eyes, the little wooden dog reluctantly said goodbye to the Li family.

"Dangdang!"

"Mom, stop looking, everyone is gone!"

After closing the door, Li Feng put the form back into his briefcase and whispered to Liu Yin on the bedside table.

"You kid, what the hell is going on? You're so excited when you get home!"

Liu Yin let out a long sigh, walked back to the table, put the hot vegetables and rice in the pot on the table, and said to her son.

Li Feng went to the washstand to wash his hands, then wiped them with a towel. He couldn't wait to get to the dining table, picked up a hot Erhe noodle steamed bun, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's the end of the year. There's too much money on the driving school's books, and bonuses are being issued. Some people are jealous of our department. What should we do? We can only find a way to use it."

Chewing the spicy steamed buns in his mouth, Li Feng's cheeks bulged as he complained to his mother about the whole story.

"Then it's true, it's just that they got it wrong. This year's New Year's Eve is not going well. I think the meat on the table in the grocery store is very slow to sell. Before get off work, there is still some hanging on the chopping board."

Liu Yin didn't understand any big principles, but she could still understand what was happening around her. She analyzed the situation this year compared with last year, and her life was relatively miserable.

"It proves that this year's GDP is not very good, and it is not very good at all levels. At the end of the year, people still have no money left in their hands, so they will be reluctant to part with it!"

Li Nan waited for his brother for a long time, and his stomach was already hungry, and his cheeks were like a little hamster. As he talked, he used the knowledge he learned in school to learn and sell now.

"How many people in your school can't afford the tuition?"

After filling his stomach a little, Li Feng remembered that he still had to be responsible for the Red Star Middle School. He tore off the bun and swallowed it while asking Li Nan.

"It's quite a lot. There are only 50 people in our fourth class. As our family is active in paying tuition, the cost of books is probably a little more than half. The rest has to be collected by teachers at home."

"Teacher Liu was joking with us before. The school left the charging work to their teachers. Some of them had to walk dozens of miles at night to go to students' homes."

Li Nan nodded hurriedly, proving that what he said was absolutely correct. As for why the Li family was so enthusiastic about paying money, it was because Li Nan didn't want the teacher to come to the house.

"It's true that it's difficult. How many people are there in your class?"

Putting the chopsticks in his hand on the table, Li Feng hurriedly returned to the bedside, took out the paper and pen in his briefcase, and prepared to write it down.

"You kid, just eat when you eat, and stay busy after you finish your work!"

Liu Yin saw her son not forgetting about work even after eating, and urged him with some distress. "It's okay, don't delay for a while!"

As he said that, Li Feng stared at Li Nan who was counting her fingers, and his face looked a little dull as he listened to the numbers she muttered.

"There are always NO.20. The teacher called them to talk many times. Every time after class, I see that they have their heads lowered, for fear of being called over!"

"There are one to twenty classes in each class. I remember there were about eight or nine classes in the junior high school at Hongxing Middle School!"

Li Feng hurriedly recorded it on the stationery, recalling the approximate class situation when he was in school, and calculated the amount.

"Not only that, there are more students now, there are more than a dozen classes, you thought it was before!"

Wrinkling the bridge of his nose, Li Nan looked at his brother's notes on the stationery. He didn't know what his school affairs had to do with him.

"Dang Dang Dang, Xiaofeng, have you finished eating? The dried radish pickled at Sister Qin's house is very crispy. I'll bring it over for you to try."

The three people in the room heard the sound outside the door and looked at each other. Li Feng also stopped the pen in his hand and looked outside the door.

Liu Yin blinked. Everyone in the hospital knew that the Jia family was at odds with her own family. Just now she saw Qin Huairu wandering behind the third uncle, and thought she was just wandering around after dinner.

Now we are delivering pickled radishes to your door. Isn’t this a weasel giving a New Year greeting to the chicken? We also have pickled radishes and they are hanging on the wall outside!
"Who is it? Jia's wife, she is eating. It's okay. The food at home is enough. Let's keep the pickled radish for Banggeng and the others!"

Seeing her son frowning and looking a little unhappy, Liu Yin took the initiative and shouted towards the door.

"Hey, I'm eating right now. Just in time, these pickled radish are great for rice!"

Unexpectedly, Qin Huairu here pretended not to hear Liu Yin's shouts in the room, and directly opened the unbolted door. Holding a porcelain bowl, she stood by the door and looked at the people in the room with a smile. Three people.

"Sister Qin, there's really no need. There's no shortage of food at home. You'd better bring it back!"

Putting the letter and pen in his pocket, Li Feng looked at the smiling Qin Huairu, then turned back, picked up the dishes on the table and started eating.

"I tell you, it smells like meat, Aunt Li, no wonder she doesn't like our pickled radish!"

Qin Huairu at the door sniffed, smelling the aroma of vegetables that filled the room, and looked at the three people in the room. She didn't feel good about herself, but shamelessly brought the bowl of pickled radish to the dinner table.

"It's Chinese New Year, and all the meat tickets I saved before are used up. If I don't eat something good at this time, I wouldn't have that chance normally!"

Seeing Qin Huairu's belly, Liu Yin couldn't push and push the person out, not to mention that the person who came had a smile on his face and took the initiative to give things. No matter how bad the relationship was, it was hard to have an attack on the table at this time.

Liu Yin saw Qin Huairu standing still and showing no intention of closing the door and leaving. The cold wind outside the door suddenly rushed in, so she frowned and went to close the door again.

"Qin Huairu, it's not good to walk around while pregnant at night, bumping into each other, it's not good for the child!"

Sitting back on the stool, Liu Yin looked at this uninvited "unwelcome guest" and implicitly expressed her unwelcome words.

Li Feng acted as if nothing was wrong. He didn't even look at Qin Huairu beside him. Her abacus skills were as good as those of Yan Laozhao. She was even more shrewd, and her face was as thick as that of two Yan Buguis. , If his eyes really meet hers, then I guess he will have to ask questions.

"That's right, Aunt Li. You need to eat well during the Chinese New Year. Li Nan is studying in school and can't afford good food. Our BangGeng goes there every day with his steamed buns and has had his teeth replaced."

"Hey, this is mutton, right? Aunt Li's cooking is really good, comparable to that of Chef He. Don't look at me. It's time to eat. I'll finish it at home and come back later!"

Qin Huairu said unintentional words, and the saliva she kept swallowing had already deeply betrayed her. Even if she wasn't greedy, the child in her belly was too.

Xiaobu moved to the stool, and Qin Huairu sat down calmly. Her face was a little pale and she looked like she was struggling.

"The teacher at Banggen School calls him out every once in a while, urging him to pay the tuition. Dongxu is now reduced to an apprenticeship, ugh~!"

Maybe just now, I overheard the conversation inside the door. Qin Huairu was sitting not far from the table, sighing and saying, not mentioning poverty, not leaving it at all.

"Isn't there a work-level assessment at the end of the year? What's the matter, Brother Dongxu didn't pass the exam?"

Remembering that Jia Dongxu had been demoted, Li Feng nodded, followed her words, and decided to let the topic die.

If the men in your family don't work hard, you can't blame me. Punishment is punishment. After the punishment, you are not allowed to take the assessment. After the assessment, you are still an eighth-level worker. If you fail the exam, don't come to me to complain.

"The deputy director of their workshop, Mr. Guo, is nothing. He said he made a mistake in his thinking, and he was not allowed to sign up for the work-level assessment. Why is my life so miserable?"

Come to think of it, Qin Huairu's tears were like the water of the West Lake. In a moment, they had filled her eyes. She breathed in and out of her nose, not to mention how wronged she was.

Now Jia Dongxu is paid as an apprentice and has a family of five. His mother-in-law is not willing to make matchboxes to support the family.

Coupled with the conversation just now in the room, Qin Huairu remembered that Banggan's tuition for this semester had not been paid yet, so why didn't Qin Huairu get angry in a hurry?

Standing in the hall, watching the third uncle go back with a disappointed look on his face, Qin Huairu returned home, looked at her silent husband, and decided to take action in person.

I originally thought of trying to see if I could get the standards for needy households. Even if I couldn't get it, I would ask Li Feng, the deputy section chief, to come forward and ask Guo Dabo to let Jia Dongxu assess the work grade.

I was standing at the door just now, and there was one more thing, I wanted to help Banggeng with his tuition fees. Listening to the conversation between Li Feng and Li Nan, it seems that the driving school in the transportation department also provides subsidies not only for needy households, but also for needy students.

The Jia family did not refuse or take the initiative when they came to the Li family. When they picked up the pickled radish, Jia Zhang rolled her eyes but did not nag her. It was obvious that it was a critical moment and she no longer wanted to lose face.

In the silent room, the only sound left was Qin Huairu's choking cry. Liu Yin took a long breath and looked at her son, with a troubled expression on her face.

"You take the pickled radish back. The workshop is not under my control. I can only give you a hint. Whether it can be assessed depends on Director Guo. As for the needy households, don't even think about it. The child in your belly Only when you come out can you go up."

"Thank you, Xiaofeng. Thank you, Sister Qin. I won't compete with others for the quota for needy households. It's just a matter of stick. I really have nothing to do about the tuition."

"Qin Huairu, don't go too far!"

Li Feng glanced at Qin Huairu over there in disgust, slapping her nose and face, and slapped the chopsticks in her hand directly on the table!

(End of this chapter)