Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

He immediately replied with a sincere expression: "Don't worry, Director Zhou..."

"Starting tomorrow, I will study hard on the street and correct my mistakes as soon as possible..."

Seeing that Director Zhou looked much better, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, the eyes looking at Wang Dong became unfriendly.

He originally wanted to strike back from behind Jia Zhang, let Wang Dong suffer a loss at his hands, and at the same time undermine Wang Dong's prestige in the courtyard.

As a result, he failed to achieve his goal and got into trouble instead, becoming a laughing stock in the eyes of all the residents of the courtyard again.

As the culprit who caused all this, it was hard for Yi Zhonghai not to hate Wang Dong.

Director Zhou also saw the hateful look Yi Zhonghai gave Wang Dong, but he didn't say much.

He believed that Wang Dong could solve these problems with his brain.

Besides, as the director of the neighborhood committee, he has to take care of too many things every day and it is impossible for him to take care of everything.

Moreover, there was no direct conflict between the two parties, and I couldn't find any reason to intervene, so I prepared to leave immediately.

Just as he was about to say a few polite words to the residents around him and take the opportunity to publicize some street policies, Wang Dong suddenly spoke.

"Leader, I want to report something to you."

"Uh..." Director Zhou frowned obviously, looking a little unhappy.

After all, Jia Zhang's report on Wang Dong had embarrassed him several times in the yard, and he almost lost face. He didn't want to create more trouble here.

But since Wang Dong had spoken, he had no choice but to listen.

He could only look at Wang Dong and ask: "Comrade Wang Dong..."

"The streets are meant to serve everyone. If you have any questions, just let us know."

"As long as it is under the jurisdiction of the street, we guarantee to deal with it as soon as possible."

Wang Dong nodded and pointed directly at Jia Zhang and said, "I want to report Jia Zhang..."

"He has a rural hukou and is only in his 50s, but he stays in the city every day and doesn't work. He also wants his daughter-in-law to support him."

"More importantly, Jia Zhang not only evaded labor in the countryside, but also cried poor in the yard every day and asked us to help her. If we didn't help her, she would stand at the door and scold us."

"Not only that, Jia Zhang often steals in the yard."

"Today we take a piece of coal from this house, tomorrow we take a cabbage from that house. Because the losses were not big, no one reported it to the street office or the police.

"I think Jia Zhang is completely smearing our socialism and our streets. He is a parasite attached to our socialism."

"According to the policy, the street should send him back to the countryside to work, earning cents in the commune with his own hands in exchange for his own food rations, instead of staying in our courtyard waiting for food and drink every day, like the rat shit in the pot."

"Many elderly people in their seventies and eighties in our courtyard are still making matchboxes to supplement their family income.

"In various places around the city, it is common to see elderly people in their 60s and 70s working in the fields."

"Jia Zhang is only in her fifties, not even reaching retirement age, and not having a city hukou, yet she hides in the courtyard every day to avoid work and become a parasite of society. She not only brings shame to our courtyard, but also to the entire street."

"Please ask the street to take charge and send this rat shit in the yard back to the countryside as soon as possible, so that he can earn a cent from the commune with his own hands."

Jia Zhang was most afraid of two things in her life: one was that someone would take her pension, and the other was that someone would send her back to the countryside.

He didn't expect Wang Dong to be so cruel. He wanted the street office to send him back to the countryside. Isn't this asking for her life?

I immediately cried to Director Zhou: "Leader..." "I am innocent..."

"I didn't avoid labor..."

"My legs hurt and I couldn't work, so I came to the city to live with my daughter-in-law."

"And after I return to the countryside, there will be no one to take care of my three grandchildren..."

"Don't listen to the nonsense that little beast Wang Dong is talking about here."

"I am not a parasite of society. I make insoles at home and I don't have to wait for food or drink."

One of the important reasons why Wang Dong wanted to send Jia Zhang back to the countryside was that he would have to ship a large amount of goods in the next few months and try to replace all the grain and bacon in his home's stock with small yellow croaker before the New Year.

Jia Zhang is such a disgusting person.

He lives in the east wing of the central courtyard, just across the wall from me, so he can keep an eye on my every move at any time.

It would be so unlucky if one day I went to Pigeon Market to ship goods and she spotted me and reported me to the police.

Wang Dong is the kind of person who least wants to leave his destiny to luck, and even less likes to leave his destiny in the hands of others.

The best way to resolve this matter is to eliminate hidden dangers, solve the problem from the source, and drive Jia Zhang out of the courtyard.

It doesn’t have to take too long, half a year is enough.

Seeing that Jia Zhang was desperately trying to defend herself and that she just didn't want to go back to the countryside, Wang Dong continued, "Jia Zhang..."

"Are you a liar?"

"I remember that you ran faster than several young people in the yard several times. I was not the only one who saw this. Many residents saw it at the time. You actually told me that you couldn't work because of the pain in your legs..."

"How could you lie in front of the leadership and the organization and deceive the organization?"

"As for making the soles..."

“I saw you do it in the yard, but from what I understand, you couldn’t make a pair of shoes in half a year.”

"Also, there is a shortage of supplies in the city right now. Even people with urban household registration can't get enough food. They work on an empty stomach every day. They look pale and thin, and can be blown down by a gust of wind."

"Look at yourself again..."

"An old lady with a rural household registration, who does not engage in productive labor every day, sits at home waiting for meals, and has made herself ruddy and plump...

"Search all over our courtyard..."

"No, I think even if you search our entire street, I don't think you can find anyone fatter than you."

"I think it's unfair to all of us city dwellers that you continue to stay in the four courtyards and wait for food and drink, encroaching on the interests of the residents of the four courtyards..."

"Please, Director, make the decision for us."

"As for the three children of the Jia family..."

"Banggeng has already recognized He Yuzhu as his godfather and Erdaye as his godgrandfather, so Erdaye is Banggeng's godgrandmother."

"Second Auntie has a city hukou and is unemployed. They live in the same yard, and as a family, she can definitely help take care of Banggeng and the others."

"There is no need for the Jia Zhang family to avoid labor under the pretext of taking care of the stick stalks, to become parasites of socialism, and to undermine socialism."

Director Zhou's face became more serious as he listened, and his expression when he looked at Jia Zhang became more and more solemn, but he did not listen to Wang Dong's report alone. After all, he had suffered a loss once before when he listened to the reporter alone. (End of this chapter)