The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 245 Spring Festival Condolences
East of the capital.

This place does not seem to have much to do with the Chinese New Year. Old men and old ladies with wizened bodies stand in sunny places, lazily basking in the sun.

In the narrow and deep alley, a group of seven or eight-year-old children were struggling to hold long bamboo poles and swaying from side to side under the eaves.

The snow on the roof slowly melted, and strings of ice were as long and slender as military thorns, reflecting the scant sunlight in the dark alley.

The struggling children, every time the bamboo pole knocks down a bunch of big ice flakes, the children's eyes will follow the falling ice flakes from the roof to the ground.

The broken ice cubes shot out, and the children holding the bamboo poles rushed forward. They were not too cold, and their little hands red with cold rushed to pick up the thinnest and longest one, and waved it, as if they were The best toy for the Chinese New Year.

The older children, carrying hatchets or rusty axes on their waists, hurried past them without any intention of helping them.

"Rumble", feeling the vibration from the ground, whether it was a child clearing snow and ice, or an older child preparing to go up the mountain to cut firewood for heating and supplement the family's income, their eyes were focused on the entrance of the alley, a parked Jiefang CA10. On the truck.

"Bang!" There was a sound of closing the door, and the children who gathered around looked enviously at the big brother who jumped out of the car. Being able to sit in this big truck was something that many children could not even dream of.

"Jia Haijie, you put it in the car and watch, I'll get it!"

Seeing the part-time driver, Jia Haijie jumped out of the car and opened the latch on the rear panel. Li Feng looked at the random buildings around him and thought it would be more reliable to leave someone in the car to look at the goods. After all, There are quite a lot of things in the car.

Jia Haijie touched his head, nodded muffledly, moved a small sack from the trunk, and took out a piece of frozen meat about the size of a child's fist, tied with a straw rope.

"Half a pound of donkey meat, fifteen pounds of rice, that's all!"

The reason that kept Jia Haijie silent came out. It turned out to be Factory Director Yang. He got off the jeep in front and saw that there was a little bit of food and a small piece of meat unloaded in the car.

Li Feng put a check mark on the form hanging in his hand, looked at the resident's address, remembered it, and stuffed the refolded form back into his pocket.

"There are still a lot of people. These things can help them spend the New Year smoothly!"

He raised his hands and closed the back door panel of the car. Li Feng lifted the things on the ground and said with a smile.

"This is Niu Sixi's house. I think the address is No. 27 in this alley~!"

The children gathered at the entrance of the alley looked at the string of fat and thin meat hooked on Li Feng's index finger with greedy eyes, and their laughter flowed out from the corners of his mouth without any concealment.

When I heard that there were fifteen kilograms of rice in the sack in his hand, the chirping became even louder.

"Brother Niu, it seems they are looking for your father. I heard them say your house number~!"

The child who was close shouted loudly towards the box, which made the group who were about to enter the alley happy. Since there was someone there, there was no need to look for them one by one.

"Children, is there anyone in Niu Sixi's family? We are from a steel rolling mill. We are here to visit him during the Chinese New Year~!"

"That, that's my dad~!"

A child about 1.2 meters tall heard the greetings from his companions and Li Feng, and hurriedly walked through the pile of children and walked in front of the crowd.

He raised his head and looked at the smiling elder brother in front of him. The child who was a little timid just now now dared to speak loudly.

"We are all colleagues of Dad, please lead the way and go directly to your house~!"

Director Yang knelt down and looked at the child, pinched the clothes on his body. The clothes he wore in the cold winter were not thick, but his face was clean. He touched his head and pointed towards the alley. refer to.

"Okay, uncle~!"

The child heard that he was his father's colleague, so he didn't doubt him. Since these strangers knew his father's name and workplace, in his mind, they were colleagues, although they had never driven a big car to visit him before.

Seeing someone leading the way, the children consciously spread out and looked at the things in Li Feng's hands with envy. Needless to say, his father's colleagues who often visited must have given things to their home.

"Dad, Dad, your colleague is here~!"

Not far into the alley, Niu Sixi's child, who was leading the way, stood in front of a dilapidated wooden door and shouted towards the house.

"Hey, who's here? It's so early in the morning!"

As the sounds in the house got closer and closer, with the little light, Li Feng, Director Yang and his team saw the people inside the house limping out, Niu Sixi.

"Ah~!"

The unshaven Niu Sixi looked at the group of people at the door, looked at Director Yang, wiped his eyes in disbelief, and the stick he was holding slipped from his hand.

"Director Yang~ It's you, I'm not dreaming!!"

Niu Sixi did not pick up the stick that fell on the ground, but walked to the door while holding on to her legs and swinging.

Director Yang, who was standing at the front at the door, had a smile on his face at first, but was stunned when he saw the real owner. He lowered his head and entered the room first, looking at the furnishings in the room.

"It's me, yes, you are Comrade Niu Sixi from the Fourth Workshop~!"

Looking inside the house, it can be said that the house has only four walls. It is damp and cold in the dark room. There is a pile of firewood stacked in the corner. Under the earthen stove in the house, there is only the black firewood ashes left from the morning cooking.

"Yes, it's me~!"

Looking at Director Yang's gloves that he had taken off and his right hand that he stretched out, Niu Sixi looked at his hands that were blackened when he made a fire for cooking in the morning. Maybe he was afraid of getting Director Yang's hands dirty, so he hesitated and rubbed them randomly on his body. He wiped it, and then stretched out his hand fearfully.

"It's Chinese New Year, why don't you light the coal at home? It's so cold~!"

Director Yang didn't care that his hands were dirty because of the handshake. He picked up a low stool in the corner and sat down.

Niu Sixi's dry and flaky lips opened slightly, then lowered his head dejectedly and murmured.

"Director Yang, ten kilograms of coal has increased by a dime. Our family can't afford to burn it. Look at my legs. If it weren't for..."

"Hey, your injury was probably caused by being hit by a rail the year before last. I remember there was no subsidy. Why is it so difficult?"

Li Feng looked at the two people talking, lifted the bag in his hand into the room, and then found the rice vat.

It wasn't until he saw a wooden barrel next to the earthen stove covered with soot that he lifted the lid and checked it out.

"My child's mother works for me, but my health is not good, and I have to take medicine for my normal salary, so the family is like this!"

Perhaps because he saw Li Feng checking the most important place in the house, Niu Sixi's eyes shifted to Li Feng, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"New Year's condolences, your wife told you, this is why we are here and we have prepared something for you. Here is 30 yuan of condolences." Looking at the red envelope handed over by Director Yang, Niu Si Tears welled up in Xi's eyes. Why didn't her lover mention it? She looked happy after work. But she didn't expect that she would be selected at home. Factory Director Yang actually came to the door in person.

"As the director of the steel rolling mill, I have the responsibility to provide food and clothing for you. If this is a difficulty, why don't you report it to the factory!"

Seeing Li Feng staring at the rice vat for a long time, Director Yang stood up from the small stool out of curiosity, looked at the few stick noodles in the rice vat, and asked with a heavy heart.

"I-I don't want to cause trouble to the factory~!"

Niu Sixi pushed out his palms, but did not take the money and said with a choked voice.

"Nonsense, your leg was broken just for the factory. What do you mean by causing trouble to the factory!"

Seeing the 30-year-old man crying in front of him and others, Director Yang changed his pleasant look and said in a serious tone.

Then she grabbed his dark right hand and slapped the red envelope directly into his palm.

"I, my family can still live on. You can give this money to people who need it more. Director Yang, I am very satisfied that a leader like you can come to see me!"

Looking at the red envelope in his hand, Niu Sixi had a struggling look on his face, and then he seemed to remember something. The red envelope in his hand was like a hot potato, and he hurriedly returned it to Director Yang.

"Whatever I say, just take it if you are told. Now that we are here, we have learned about the family situation. Why should you cry? Let's have a good New Year."

Seeing the two people pushing and shoving, Li Feng directly stuffed the red envelope into Niu Sixi's pocket.

"Also, these rice and this piece of meat are condolences from the factory. You are not allowed to resell them. They must be eaten by your own family. Listen clearly, it is a must!"

He poured the fifteen kilogram bag of rice at the door directly into the rice vat. Li Feng also put his hand into the rice vat and stirred it up so that the rice and stick noodles were fully mixed together to prevent this family from being reluctant to eat fine grains. Re-sold him.

"This, this~!"

Perhaps because he was frightened by Li Feng's neat way of pouring food, Niu Sixi's mind went blank.

"You have all contributed to the factory, and the factory has not forgotten you. It's just that we didn't have the conditions before, but now we have the conditions. We can't let you old employees feel cold~!"

After closing the lid of the rice vat, Li Feng patted Niu Sixi's shoulder after clapped his hands clean, and said sincerely.

I don't know if this person is "stupid" or not. His stubbornness doesn't seem to be fake. He doesn't even want any money. He would rather live a hard life than cause trouble to the organization.

"I'm just a temporary worker, Director Yang. I really didn't expect that the factory would also keep us in mind!"

The tough man finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried like a child.

The child of Niu Sixi's family looked at his father crying in confusion. He didn't know why his father would still cry when his uncles and uncles came to give money to the family, but he obediently walked forward and stood on tiptoes to ask for help. Wipe dad's tears.

"Whether you are a temporary worker or not, you were injured in the factory. It is rare for you to have such ideological awareness. I think we are too late this time!"

Pursing his lips, Director Yang had a serious look on his face. Perhaps he didn't want to see the grown man crying, so he waved and walked out first.

"Brother Niu, we have other homes to go to. Time is tight and the tasks are heavy. The money has been collected!"

When he reached the door, Li Feng looked back at the room, shook his head, and followed the pace of the group in front of him.

Factory Director Yang, who was standing in front of the truck, looked a little ugly. He was smoking a cigarette to relieve the depression in his heart. Jia Haijie squatted aside with his neck curled up. He didn't use it until he saw Li Feng coming out from behind, and then he made a move to Director Yang. Wink.

"What's going on? Isn't it normal to go in just now? Why come out? I don't even dare to get close to you with this look!"

Jia Haijie saw Li Feng wink at him, walked to the back of the truck, looked at the group of people chatting over there, and said to Li Feng obscenely.

"Hey, what else can we do? The leaders at the top feel uneasy after seeing the hard work of the people at the bottom!"

After climbing onto the side of the car and looking at the condolences piled up in the car, Li Feng chatted with Jia Haijie in a low voice.

"Hey, hey, where are you? The first family is like this. If you look at the back like this, wouldn't it make your life miserable?"

"Li Feng, Li Feng~!"

The two of them were chatting quietly when they heard their names being called from the other side of the car by the people coming with Director Yang.

"Hey, here we come!"

"The labor union in this factory, do they know what kind of life these people are living?"

Director Yang pinched his waist, extinguished the cigarette at hand with one hand, and asked Li Feng calmly.

The group of people heard Factory Director Yang starting to complain, and they looked at each other. This union has always been under the control of Li Huaide, who can ask.

"Director Yang, you also know the situation in the factory. The trade union is just a decoration now, looking like goods. How can we be like us without money and materials."

"I don't think it's because we don't have money or things. It's because Deputy Factory Director Li doesn't pay attention to these people. How could he, who is in charge of logistics, have no money!"

Everyone could tell that Director Yang was in a bad mood, so he found a reason to vent it out. The group of people interrupted in twos and threes, and Li Feng could tell. He who came this time probably had a normal relationship with Li Huaide in the factory.

"Let's go to the next one. There are still many people going today, so cheer up~!"

Factory Yang let out a long sigh, glanced at the deep alley, and took the lead towards the listening jeep in front.

After a busy day, until after get off work, Li Feng and Jia Haijie were still going from house to house with Factory Director Yang and others, sending Spring Festival condolences.

Faced with the arrival of a team of factory leaders, some family members of the employees happily accepted the red envelopes distributed by Director Yang, while others refused, fearing to burden the organization. It can be said that this group of people came into contact with a true portrayal of the people at the bottom.

"Are you still going tomorrow?"

When he returned to the factory, it was already seven or eight o'clock. Jia Haijie, who had been driving all day, was a little depressed. He yawned repeatedly and asked sleepily.

"This is so tiring. I've been carrying rice and flour all day long, and I'm not even tired!"

"Deputy Section Chief Li, how can I compare with you? When you go to a house, they bring you tea and water and send you back home. I squatted in the car all day and even when I was peeing, I was worried that my things would be stolen!"

Jia Haijie rolled his eyes, feeling unbalanced.

(End of this chapter)