Courtyard House: A Carefree Life Begins with a Lottery of Wish Power

What to do with this whole family?

Qin Huairu's subtext was simply that she was short of money.

Lin Zhuo casually glanced at Yi Zhonghai, wanting to see his reaction.

Yi Zhonghai also felt a tightness in his chest.

Although Jia Dongxu was a disappointment, Yi Zhonghai had no children of his own, but treated him like a son, hoping that he would take care of him in his old age.

But now that an accident has suddenly occurred, it's hard to say what the future holds.

Moreover, with such an incident occurring in their own work group, they have no chance of being recognized as an advanced unit this year.

Although Yi Zhonghai had already reached the eighth-grade worker level, he was still thinking about competing for the position of workshop director.

In a factory, however, safe production is the bottom line. No matter how well you do, if there is a safety problem, it all amounts to nothing.

With Jia Dongxu in trouble, my job as workshop director is gone for at least a few years.

Therefore, Yi Zhonghai also harbored a lot of resentment towards Jia Dongxu.

But this is his own disciple, so he certainly can't lose his temper at this moment.

On the one hand, it is necessary to maintain one's image as fair and selfless.

On the other hand, Jia Dongxu's current condition is unclear. What if he can be cured? I'll have to rely on him for my old age.

Seeing Qin Huairu's tearful appearance, Yi Zhonghai's heart softened.

He cleared his throat and said:

"Huai Ru, don't panic."

Qin Huairu wiped away her tears and looked at Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghaidao:

"Dongxu is the pillar of the family, and this injury will take him a while to recover."

"Neither you nor your mother-in-law have jobs, and your whole family has several mouths to feed, so it's definitely going to be difficult."

"When I get back, I'll call a meeting of the entire compound and mobilize the neighbors to donate money to help you get through this difficult time."

As he spoke, Yi Zhonghai turned to look at Liu Haizhong and asked:

"Old Liu, what do you think of this plan?"

Liu Hai cursed inwardly, "You've done all the good things for me, and now you come to ask me if it's okay? How can I say no?"

However, no matter how unhappy Liu Hai was with Yi Zhonghai, he still didn't dare to contradict Yi Zhonghai openly, otherwise it wouldn't make sense either emotionally or logically.

Lin Zhuo observed the subtle changes in Liu Haizhong's expression and guessed most of what he was thinking.

Not only did Liu Haizhong not dare to argue, but he also smiled and nodded repeatedly, saying:

"Old Yi, I think your suggestion is excellent."

"The Jia family has elderly parents and young children, so it's really not easy for them. We've been neighbors for so many years, so we should lend a hand in times like this. This also shows the warmth of our compound."

Lin Zhuo curled his lip. "That sounds nice, but when his father died in a work accident, why didn't they donate money? They should let the Lin family feel the warmth of the compound."

Yi Zhonghai was satisfied with Liu Haizhong's statement and turned to Lin Zhuo, saying:

"Lin Zhuo, go back first and tell everyone in the department that there will be a department-wide meeting at 7 p.m. Don't tell us the specifics yet."

Lin Zhuo thought to himself, so this is why he was left behind.

Yi Zhonghai is quite cunning; he's afraid that if he mentions donating money, many people will run away.

Lin Zhuo nodded, simply said "I understand," and then got up and left.

As Lin Zhuo stood up, he felt a gaze on him. Turning around, he saw Qin Huairu looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Wish power from Qin Huairu +5".

Lin Zhuo didn't stop walking, but he had some doubts in his mind.

I was just giving the old man face by helping to notify the entire hospital about the meeting.

He hadn't offended Qin Huairu, nor had he done anything of great help, so why was she suddenly contributing so much of her willpower?

I don't know whether it's gratitude or resentment.

Seeing Lin Zhuo leave the hospital, Qin Huairu couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

Why did Lin Zhuo show up here again? Did he want to see how miserable he was now?

The rural boy who had been swept into the corner of his memory has now become the youngest level four worker in the steel rolling mill.

Jia Dongxu, who used to be able to hold his head high in his hometown, can now only lie in a hospital bed.

Lin Zhuo, why did you come to this courtyard house?

Do you realize that the better you do, the more it makes your initial choice seem like a failure?

Lin Zhuo was naturally unaware of Qin Huairu's complex inner thoughts, but he occasionally received her wishes.

As soon as Lin Zhuo stepped out of the hospital, he saw He Yuzhu rushing into the hospital. Lin Zhuo pointed out the ward to him and then returned to the courtyard house.

The courtyard housed a dozen or twenty households, and Lin Zhuocai was too lazy to notify each one individually.

Lin Zhuo didn't go home; he went to his third uncle's house first.

The third uncle was reading at home when he saw Lin Zhuo arrive. He put down his book and said with a smile:

"Kobayashi, is something the matter?"

Lin Zhuo greeted them and said:

"Uncle, I just got back from the People's Hospital. Jia Dongxu was injured at the factory today, quite seriously, and was taken to the People's Hospital for surgery."

The third uncle frowned upon hearing this and asked:

"How is the situation now?"

Lin Zhuo replied:

"He's out of danger, but the doctor said the situation isn't very optimistic."

"The eldest uncle said there's a meeting at 7 p.m., and he and the second uncle are still in the hospital. Why don't you go ahead and greet everyone?"

The third uncle was also a show-off; he liked to make his presence known.

Upon hearing about the job, he happily accepted it.

Seeing that the Third Uncle was so agreeable, Lin Zhuo was happy to have some peace and quiet and prepared to take his leave.

However, the third uncle keenly noticed that holding a hospital-wide meeting at this time was very likely related to Jia Dongxu's matter.

He quickly stopped Lin Zhuo and asked:

"Xiao Lin, did the old man say what the whole hospital meeting is going to discuss tonight?"

Lin Zhuo looked slightly embarrassed, paused for a moment, and then said:

"After Jia Dongxu's injury, an old man saw that the Jia family was having a hard time making ends meet, so he planned to organize everyone to donate some money to the Jia family."

"The old man told me not to say anything if others asked, but you are the third uncle, so I certainly can't keep it from you."

Upon hearing the word "donation," Yan Bugui's facial muscles twitched involuntarily. He could only manage a couple of dry laughs to cover it up before seeing Lin Zhuo out of the house.

As soon as Lin Zhuo stepped out, Yan Bugui couldn't help but start cursing.

"Yi Zhonghai is a real scoundrel. His own apprentice got injured, and he mobilized the entire hospital to donate money to him."

The three aunties chimed in:

"Who says otherwise? If we're talking about difficulties, how many families in this compound aren't struggling? Our family isn't well-off either."

It's no wonder the three aunties complained.

The old man was a primary school teacher, and his salary wasn't high.

But he had to support a large family.

In terms of living conditions, they are nowhere near as good as the eighth-grade worker, and far inferior to the seventh-grade worker, Liu Haizhong.

Yan Bugui and the three aunts cursed a few times, calmed themselves down, and then, with a quick glance, said:

"After all, I'm the third oldest man in the courtyard, so at least I can keep a respectable appearance."

"However, I can subtly guide the conversation so that everyone can vent their anger on Yi Zhonghai."