The Red Era: The Crowd in the Siheyuan

Chapter 529 Yi Zhonghai Becomes a Hot Toy
When Xu Damao mentioned this, He Yuzhu shook his head in surprise.
"No, why are you worrying about this?
Wenyuan is a college student. It’s hard for others to say, but the company must allocate housing to college students. You think too much.”

"Hey, I'm just preparing for a rainy day. I have this idea.

If Wenyuan doesn't get a house in the future, this will be a way out. If my family is as well-off as yours, would I be willing to be someone's son?"

"Okay, you think about it first and wait until Wenyuan graduates. Maybe Wenzhao will be admitted to university by the time Wenyuan graduates."

"Haha, let me lend you some good words."

"What do you mean by lending it to me? Ever since Wenyuan was admitted to university, your teacher Ran has been forcing Wenzhao to study every day. If he fails, he will disappoint teacher Ran's expectations."

While the two were talking in a low voice, Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi also began to settle accounts under the instigation of their neighbors.
You won't know until you count it, and you'll be shocked when you count it. He gave 10 or 20 yuan every month. Over the past 20 years, Yi Zhonghai actually gave the Jia family more than 3000 yuan.
And that’s not even counting the amount of grain and meat that I can’t even remember.

You know, although the reform and opening up has begun, the average wage of workers is still only 3 or 40 yuan. It takes 3000 or 7 years of work to earn 8 yuan.
The neighbors now had another reason to have their children curry favor with Yi Zhonghai.
Not only the neighbors were delighted, but even Xu Damao, the wealthy man in the courtyard, was envious.
"Zhu Zi, if you don't calculate, you won't know. Once you calculate, you will be shocked.

I remember that Uncle Yi's monthly salary was 72 before he retired in 110, and he got 60% of it after retirement, which is 66. After all these years, his salary should be 2 at least.

Uncle Yi's family didn't buy big items like bicycles, televisions, and radios. After deducting the basic expenses of food and clothing, they had at least 1 yuan in their hands.
A true millionaire!"

Although 1 yuan may not be considered a lot of money in a few years, it is a huge sum of money when the name of the millionaire is just called.
Not only Xu Damao and the others realized it, Jia Zhang was also extremely regretful at this time.

She didn't regret having the house.

Instead, they regretted not asking Yi Zhonghai for the money first and then asking for the house. By then, their family would have 10,000 yuan in their hands, so why would they need a reputation? Even if they were to be forced to work as a butcher, wouldn't they be able to find a granddaughter-in-law with so much money?

Thinking of the huge loss she had suffered, not only did she lose 1 yuan but she also had to pay back 3000 yuan, Jia Zhang immediately decided to cheat.

"Lao Yi, you know the situation in our family. Banggeng and Xiaodang are the only ones who earn money. Banggeng only makes 27 or 8 yuan a month. Xiaodang works as a teacher in a school or factory, and his salary is even lower than Banggeng's.
We can't even afford to pay you back the 3000 yuan."

Seeing Jia Zhangshi's unfazed look, not only Yi Zhonghai but also the neighbors were troubled.
More than 1 yuan, Jia Zhangshi was too confused to want it, but they wanted it. If Jia Zhangshi didn't return it, it would be like cutting their flesh.

Then Yan Jiecheng suggested,

"Uncle Yi, Aunt Zhang, how about this? Banggeng and Xiaodang get paid for work, so let the steel mill and the school factory leave you 20 yuan a month for living expenses, and let Uncle Yi collect the remaining 20 yuan.

Although the money is a little less, we can't force people to death, don't you think?

When Banggeng gets promoted, his salary will definitely increase, and there will be a day when he will be able to pay it back."

With only 20 yuan a month for living expenses, Yan Jiecheng's idea was ruthless. He cut off the source of income and directly reduced the Jia family's living standard to more than 10 years ago.
But it was unanimously agreed by all the neighbors.
For someone like Jia Zhang, if she wants to wipe out the whole family, killing her directly would be a bargain. She should be allowed to struggle without enough food or clothes and live a hard life. "I think Jie Cheng's suggestion is a good one. We have been neighbors for so many years, and we really can't force people to death.
Since Zhang's family is in trouble, let's be more considerate and pay 20 yuan a month. When Banggeng's salary increases and Huaihua graduates and becomes a cadre, we can discuss it again.
You have to leave some food for people to eat.”

"Yes, yes, yes. Xie Cheng is indeed Old Yan's descendant. He has his own ideas when it comes to money. Let's do this."

The neighbors quickly decided the matter in a few words, not giving Jia Zhangshi any chance to object. They only asked a half-threatening question at the last moment:
"Mrs. Zhang,

This 20 yuan is the money you pay to Lao Yi every month.

Let Xu Damao report the matter to Director Yang, and have the factory deduct the money directly from Bang Geng'er's salary when paying wages, and give Lao Yi an extra 20 yuan in retirement pay."

Jia Zhang, who was about to struggle, stopped struggling after hearing this and cursed angrily.
"I'm not.
You who gave birth to sons without buttholes, tell Director Yang, what's the difference between that and publicizing it in Dongzhimen?
We get paid and give it to ourselves.”

Seeing that Jia Zhang was furious but had no way to deal with them, the neighbors were not angry either. They just nodded with a smile.

"Okay, in that case, we'll serve as a witness for both of your families when you pay back the money every month."

All possibilities of Jia Zhang's mischief were blocked, and the neighbors in the courtyard went home in twos and threes, and began to covet the more than 1 yuan and the house in Yi Zhonghai's hands.

As soon as the three Liu Guangtian brothers returned home, they closed the door.

"Second brother, third brother, tell me what to do about Uncle Yi's matter. Who among us will take care of them?"

Seeing that their biological children even disliked them, and now they were discussing how to take care of Yi Zhonghai and his wife, Aunt Liu, who followed in, felt so sad.
The rare accusation was directed at Liu Guangqi, who had never said a harsh word since childhood.
"Boss, are you still a human being? Your father is only in the police station now, he is not dead yet, and you actually want to support Yi Zhonghai and his wife in their old age.
Your father and I really love you in vain."

After hearing what his mother said, Liu Guangqi did not refute at all.
It wasn't that he felt guilty. It was just that since he was a child, all the good things in the house belonged to him. He developed the idea that his parents should pay for him, so he didn't care about what Aunt Liu said at all.

But the brothers Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu were different. They were not polite to their mother at all.

"Mom, can you please stop talking about that old man?

The current situation in our family is not caused by him.
If he hadn't danced so happily in the past few years, our family would not be in the current situation. More than 10 people in the family are squeezed into a few shabby houses. It is difficult to turn around.
Now Uncle Yi and Aunt Zhang have broken up, and I finally have a chance to buy two more houses, and I have more than 1 yuan.

Why are you stopping us?"

(End of this chapter)