Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

Chapter 168 Zhuzi, Where's Your Salary? (First Update)
No one in the canteen kitchen likes He Yuzhu's bad temper.

But after all, he was a co-worker who worked with her every day. Master Wang, who was her partner in collecting the money, didn't want to see her being tricked by Qin Huairu again and again, so he couldn't help but remind her.

"Master He..."

"Are you crazy? This is five dollars, which is almost half a month's living expenses in the steel mill!"

Qin Huairu knew how to capture men's hearts, especially He Yuzhu's. She knew that he could not stand her showing of weakness, so he immediately rejected her with a pitiful expression.

"Pillar……"

"Too much!"

"You can't starve yourself for a good terrier!"

He Yuzhu's unwillingness to be outdone was immediately aroused, and he immediately called out, "Sister Qin..."

"I am Bang Geng's godfather, we are a family."

"How is it possible that the father eats braised pork while the son eats boiled cabbage at home?"

"If you listen to me today, you can take back two portions of braised pork and one portion of offal."

"I have money……"

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is time to pay salaries at the end of the month.

As usual, dozens of workers from the cafeteria, led by Wang Dong, lined up at the Finance Department to receive their wages...

"Wang Dong, the team leader of the first canteen, has a monthly salary of 27.5 yuan, plus a 2 yuan team leader allowance and a 5 yuan small kitchen allowance, a total of 34.5 yuan..." The cashier in charge of distributing the money read out the salary list in his hand, and at the same time handed the more than 30 yuan and the signature form to Wang Dong.

"Thank you comrade..." Wang Dong carefully put more than 30 yuan into his pocket, signed his name, and then stood by the window to maintain discipline. Because the next people to receive their wages were the people in the canteen kitchen.

As the squad leader, it is his responsibility to ensure that they receive their wages smoothly.

"He Yuzhu... a level 10 chef at the steel mill, with a monthly salary of 22.5 yuan... after deducting a monthly food allowance of 13.9 yuan, there is still 8.7 yuan left... come here quickly to sign..."

"How can it be so little..." He Yuzhu's first reaction after hearing his salary was shock. He then stared at the cashier with wide eyes and asked in disbelief: "Did you make a mistake..."

"Why did you deduct 13.90 yuan from my salary..."

Master Li stood behind He Yuzhu, anxious to collect his salary. Seeing He Yuzhu blocking him and refusing to sign, he could not help but remind him, "Master He..."

"Don't you know why you have to pay so much?"

"When I was serving food, I acted like a big shot in front of Master Qin in a workshop, always offering him money and food coupons..."

"I owe the kitchen staff five yuan for the braised pork meal at the factory. Hurry up and sign for your salary. I still need to get paid."

He Yuzhu knew that it would cost a lot of money to serve food to Qin Huairu, but he didn't expect it to cost so much money.

Originally, I would have a few dollars left from my monthly salary to ensure that I and my sister would not go hungry, but now I only have more than eight dollars left, which is not even enough to provide living expenses for my sister, let alone feed myself.

He took the eight yuan and seventy cents handed to him by the cashier, and before he had time to sign, he heard the cashier continue to read: "Master Li in the kitchen of the first canteen... Level 10 chef, monthly salary twenty-two yuan and fifty cents..."

After saying that, he handed a stack of banknotes to Master Li.

When He Yuzhu saw the two big unity notes in Master Li's hand, and then looked at the more than eight yuan in his hand, it would be a lie to say that he was not envious.

Looking around again, many people were staring at him and pointing at him, as if they were laughing at him for working so hard for only a little over eight yuan a month, a typical spendthrift...

His face immediately turned red. He quickly signed and fled the scene, returning to the kitchen in disgrace.

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The central courtyard of the quadrangle is square.

As soon as He Yuzhu got home, he closed the door and prepared to lie down on the bed to sleep.

According to the agreement between him and Yi Zhonghai, every time he received his salary, he would immediately hand over his sister Yu Shui and his own living expenses to the aunt to prevent him from spending it all.

As a result, the old man and the old woman waited until after seven in the evening, but He Yuzhu did not come to their house to pay the living expenses.

A bad premonition flashed through Yi Zhonghai's mind, and he hurried to the door of the main room: "Zhu Zi... are you home? I'm your godfather, I have something to talk to you about..."

His sister and Yu Shui still needed the care of Yi Zhonghai, and even when he ran out of money, he needed Yi Zhonghai to help him out. In addition, he had already recognized Yi Zhonghai as his godfather...

Facing the visiting Yi Zhonghai, He Yuzhu had to stand up and open the door no matter how reluctant he was.

"Godfather...it's so late, is there anything wrong?" He Yuzhu had no money in his pocket and could not pay He Yushui's living expenses, so he could only pretend to be confused and asked.

"I heard that you received your salary today?" Yi Zhonghai asked directly without any nonsense.

"You spend money lavishly and can't save money. The old lady asked me to come and help you save your salary..."

"Let's stick to our previous agreement. You keep ten dollars for yourself, and the remaining twelve dollars and fifty cents is given to me..."

"Don't worry about Yu Ping's living expenses and tuition fees..."

"If there is any extra, I will save it all for you to marry in the future."

An awkward expression flashed across He Yuzhu's face. Standing in front of Yi Zhonghai, it was not right to pay, and it was not right not to pay...

Yi Zhonghai's bad premonition became stronger and stronger, and he quickly asked: "Zhu Zi, are you out of money?"

He Yuzhu nodded, awkwardly took out eight yuan and seventy cents from his pocket and said, "Godfather..."

"That's all the money I have?"

Yi Zhonghai got anxious when he saw the eight yuan in He Yuzhu's hand, and asked immediately: "Didn't you just get paid today? How come you only have this little money left? Did you lend the money to Qin Huairu right after you got paid?"

He Yuzhu shook his head quickly: "I didn't borrow it... the factory just gave me 8.70 yuan..."

Yi Zhonghai's eyebrows twisted into a big "川" shape. The steel mill couldn't have deducted He Yuzhu's salary for no reason. There must be a specific reason why they only paid him 8.70 yuan. He hurriedly asked, "Why only this much?"

"Did you get into trouble in the kitchen again..."

He Yuzhu did not respond, but frowned and fell into deep thought. He was really embarrassed to tell Qin Huairu that he often treated her to meals.

Whether it was Yi Zhonghai or the deaf old lady in front of him, they both repeatedly told him not to get too close to Qin Huairu.

As a result, I didn't listen to them and ended up receiving only eight yuan and seventy cents in salary this month, which was extremely embarrassing.

If I told Yi Zhonghai that I spent more than ten yuan a month to help Sister Qin with cooking, he would definitely scold me, making me even more ashamed and more and more disappointed in myself.

He Yuzhu also expected Yi Zhonghai to help him out when he was short of money. If he became completely disappointed in him and no longer recognized him as his godson, with his current salary, he would no longer be able to support Sister Qin and get closer to Qin Huairu.

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