Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

"My family pays 60% of our monthly income. Uncle San is a role model for our four courtyards. We definitely can't pay more than Uncle San..."

"I will also pay 60% of my monthly income..."

"I have an elderly person at home who needs to buy medicine. I can only pay 50% of my monthly income... but no matter what, it is more than the 20% that the old man has..."

"My family also pays 50% every month..."

The residents in the courtyard were not fools. After listening to Wang Dong and Xu Damao's fierce actions, they knew that they were plotting against Yi Zhonghai again.

In addition, they not only did not suffer any loss by paying in proportion, but they could actually get a bargain. So they were all excited and stood up to sign up.

Among them, many people compared the money and grain they contributed with that contributed by an old man when registering, in order to show that they contributed more money and grain than the old man. Even if it was less, others would have nothing to say, after all, this was a bad example set by Yi Zhonghai.

Listening to the residents reporting their own data, Yi Zhonghai's expression became more and more solemn. His eyes seemed to be able to spit fire as he stared at Wang Dong, even wanting to kill him.

Soon, more than 20 households in the yard reported to Yan Fugui the money and grain they could take out.

Yan Fugui was very happy just now.

Seeing how enthusiastic everyone was, they subconsciously thought that the matter of setting up a public canteen in the courtyard was settled, and from now on the Yan family would no longer go hungry due to lack of money and food.

But when he counted the money and grain figures reported by everyone, the smile disappeared from his face.

I counted twice before I believed what I saw.

He frowned and said to Yi Zhonghai: "Old Yi..."

The money and food reported by everyone is too little...

"This amount of money and food can only feed more than 60 people in the hospital..."

"There is still a gap of about forty people..."

"You are the eldest uncle in the courtyard. I wonder if you have any good ideas..."

Yan Fugui's purpose in saying this was very simple, "To force Yi Zhonghai to contribute more money and grain to support the four courtyards in setting up public canteens in front of all the residents in the courtyard.

Yi Zhonghai loves money like his life.

Paying double the amount of money and grain to support the public canteen in Siheyuan already made him bleed in the heart. If he had to pay more money and grain, it would be tantamount to cutting into his flesh.

Subconsciously refuse.

But before he could finish his words, the dozens of eyes staring at him took it all in, and he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

It was he who proposed to set up a public canteen in the courtyard, under the pretext of organizing the residents in the courtyard to tide over the difficulties together.

If the public canteen fails to operate because the money and food they provide are too little, it will not only be embarrassing but also very shameful.

Originally, he did not have much prestige in the hospital, and planned to increase his prestige and reputation by setting up a public canteen.

The result would be another disgrace, and the little prestige that he had would be completely gone.

It will be difficult to regain prestige and continue to have the final say in the yard in the future.

Faced with such a disastrous consequence, Yi Zhonghai swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Wang Dong saw the hesitation on Yi Zhonghai's face and immediately interrupted: "The public canteen can help the residents in the courtyard tide over the difficulties together. I strongly support the two uncles' proposal."

"Considering that everyone has contributed too little money and grain, resulting in a big gap in the office canteen, I have a proposal. I wonder if you support it." Xu Damao immediately responded as if he was singing a double act: "Dongzi..."

"You are the canteen supervisor of the steel mill, the only worker in our courtyard who is in charge of dozens of workers. If you have any ideas, just tell me. As long as they are reasonable, I, Xu Damao, will definitely be the first to support you."

Wang Dong smiled and continued, "Let's exclude the three old men in the courtyard. After all, they are our role models and cannot be compared with ordinary residents like us..."

"What do you think if all the remaining residents give 60% of their income to support the public canteen in the courtyard..."

"This way, the public canteen will have about ten more people's rations."

Xu Damao immediately stood up and said, "I support this decision. I will take 60% of the money to run the public canteen."

Most residents in the courtyard earn around 30 or 40 yuan a month, and they spend 60% of their income on food. They do not suffer any loss, but instead make a lot of money.

As soon as Wang Dong finished speaking, he gained the support of most residents.

Even Jia Zhang, who usually didn't get along with Wang Dong, stood up to support Wang Dong's decision and secretly gave Wang Dong a thumbs up.

The third uncle finally said, "Wang Dong is worthy of being the canteen supervisor of the steel mill. He has a high level of awareness. I also support this."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Yi Zhonghai, who had a gloomy face: "Old Yi, all the residents in the yard have expressed their opinions, and only you and Old Liu are left..."

"As long as we have rations and vegetable money for thirty more people, a public canteen can be set up immediately."

The food rations for thirty people are more than one hundred yuan, which Yi Zhonghai certainly cannot afford.

But when all the residents contributed 60% of their income to support the public canteen, as the eldest uncle in the yard and the initiator of setting up the public canteen, he certainly had to contribute no less than everyone else.

Sixty percent is more than 60 yuan, and 70 percent is more than 70 yuan of income, and you still have to pay it every month...

There were simply too many, and no matter how much Yi Zhonghai struggled in his heart, he could not make a final decision.

Yan Fugui spoke again: "Old Yi, is everyone waiting?"

"Don't let the residents laugh at you. You are the boss of our courtyard and a role model for everyone."

After an unknown amount of time, Yi Zhonghai finally made up his mind and replied with a frown: "I think it is not realistic to set up a public canteen in the yard. Let's forget it... Let's adjourn..."

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai actually slapped himself in the face and gave up on setting up a public canteen in the yard, the third uncle Yan Fugui became anxious.

This was the best way for him to feed his family, and it was about to succeed, but it was ended because of Yi Zhonghai's stinginess. He felt very unwilling.

Pulling Yi Zhonghai who wanted to leave, he said: "Old Yi..."

"How can such a good thing be forgotten?"

"Are you going to watch the residents of the courtyard starve because of lack of food?"

"You are the eldest uncle of our courtyard. You can't be too selfish, and an eldest uncle can't be too selfish."

"It's just a little money. You earn a little over 100 yuan a month. Even if you use 60% of your income to run a public canteen, you can still have an extra 40 or 50 yuan a month, which is enough..."

Taking money out of Yi Zhonghai's pocket is tantamount to taking his life.

He shook off Yan Fugui who was pulling him, glared at him and replied, "Let go..."

"I say let's forget about this matter... let's adjourn the meeting..." (End of this chapter)