Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

Jia Zhang couldn't help but tremble her hands, her heart was filled with fear.

Although he had not personally experienced labor reform, Sha Zhu had.

In less than three months, the strong and healthy He Yuzhu lost several pounds, not to mention myself.

He quickly asked Yi Zhonghai: "Old Yi..."

"Then what do you think we should do? You can't really send me back to the commune to work..."

"I haven't done farm work for many years. If I really go home to farm, I'll probably have trouble even getting enough to eat with the little money I have."

Yi Zhonghai immediately responded: "Isn't it that Huairu is with me?"

"Go back to your hometown commune and work, so Director Zhou can see that you have reformed."

"After everyone has forgotten about this matter, let Huairu take you back."

"As for how to survive in the countryside..."

"Doesn't Huairu give you five dollars a month for retirement?"

"As long as the pension money keeps coming in, you will be worried about not being able to survive in your hometown."

"If you really encounter any difficulties, you can ask someone to come to me for help."

"Although I'm not a leading cadre, I'm an eighth-level fitter in a steel mill after all. I earn more than 100 yuan a month, so it's not a problem for me to give you some money."

Jia Zhang didn't know why Yi Zhonghai suddenly became so nice to her.

But hearing that Yi Zhonghai would give her some bills in the future, Jia Zhang, who loved money like her life, was still very touched.

Together with the pension money Qin Huairu gives me every month, even if I do nothing after returning to my hometown, the money is enough for me to live a very comfortable life in my hometown.

He quickly asked: "Lao Yi..."

"Don't frame me..."

"I'm sure Huairu will go back to my hometown to pick me up in the city in half a year at most."

Yi Zhonghai nodded and answered with certainty: "I will let Huairu take you back in half a year at most."

Although he said so, Yi Zhonghai was thinking something completely different.

No one knew what was going on six months later.

If supplies in Sijiu City were still so tight, the excuse of not being able to buy food in the city could be used to refuse Jia Zhangshi from returning to the Siheyuan.

Of course, even if the supplies in Sijiu City are no longer as tight as they are now, Yi Zhonghai has plenty of ways to refuse Jia Zhang's return.

However, Yi Zhonghai is an old fox, and Jia Zhangshi is also an old fox.

He didn't expect Qin Huairu to take him back to the courtyard.

An important reason why he compromised with Yi Zhonghai was that he was afraid of angering Director Zhou and was afraid that Director Zhou would ask him to participate in labor reform.

If Qin Huairu didn't come to pick her up half a year later, she could go to the city by herself since she had money in her pocket.

Back in the courtyard, as Banggeng's grandmother and a legitimate member of the Jia family, Qin Huairu had to let him stay there no matter how reluctant he was.

He immediately nodded to Director Zhou and said, "Leader, I am willing to go back to my hometown commune to work and earn my living with my own hands..."

Director Zhou didn't expect Yi Zhonghai's persuasion to be so effective. A satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face. After giving a few instructions, he hurriedly left the courtyard, fearing that someone would stop him again.

Without the threat from Director Zhou, Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang had no worries at all. Their eyes turned red as they looked at Wang Dong, as if they could spit fire.

Yi Zhonghai didn't say anything. After all, he was still the second boss in the courtyard. It was not easy for him to say harsh words in front of all the residents, otherwise it would definitely affect his reputation and prestige in the courtyard.

Jia Zhang didn't have so many concerns.

Anyway, she was going back to the countryside soon, so it didn't matter if she offended Wang Dong to death. She started cursing. "Wang Dong, you little beast... You forced me to go back to my hometown... I, Jia Zhang, will never let you go..."

"When I return to the courtyard in the future, I will definitely make you suffer..."

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In another alley less than five kilometers away from the courtyard, Wang Dong was looking for a buyer for grain with his head covered with a black cloth.

This is another pigeon market in Sijiu City, which is much larger than the one next to the Siheyuan.

Despite this, there are still few sellers in the alley, which is more than 500 meters long, and almost all the people there are ordinary people buying things.

After finally finding someone selling corn flour, the buyers were like a group of hungry wolves smelling blood, and they snatched up several kilograms of corn flour in an instant.

Wang Dong did not plan to send the grain from his home directly here to sell.

Dozens or hundreds of kilograms of flour is not a small amount of money when it is five or six yuan per kilogram nowadays. If you are not careful, you will be targeted by others and end up losing both the wife and the army, and you may even lose your life.

Wang Dong decided to look for a buyer here first, and then avoid Pigeon City and find a place to conduct the transaction privately, so that he could ensure his own safety as much as possible.

Soon a small stall was spotted by Wang Dong.

There are two hand warmers placed on a piece of gray cloth, they must be antiques.

The seller was squatting behind the stall, watching the people passing by cautiously, ready to run away at any time.

But from the fabric of his clothes, it can be seen that this person is not only not poor, but also very rich.

But his face was pale and there was no blood in it, which showed that he was malnourished and had not had a full meal for a long time.

This is exactly the best buyer I'm looking for.

They are rich, but have no food at home. It is obvious at first glance that they are the old people in the city who have a large number of antiques and gold.

"Brother, your hand warmer is very nice. I want to buy one to warm my wife's hands. How much is it?" Wang Dong no longer hesitated. He squatted in front of the stall and started asking the price.

The stall owner's face immediately lit up with hope, and he quickly introduced: "These two hand warmers are hundreds of years old, and they all came from the palace..."

"As long as you give me ten kilograms of flour, these two hand warmers will be yours..."

Wang Dong widened his eyes and said, "Are you crazy..."

"You want ten kilograms of flour for just two hand warmers..."

"Do you know how much ten kilograms of white flour is worth now?"

"At least fifty dollars, and there is still no demand for it..."

"I don't care where these two hand warmers came from. I bought them to warm my wife's hands. They are so expensive that I can buy a hand warmer made of gold."

After saying this, he stood up and looked like he was going to leave.

The stall owner was anxious, and quickly grabbed Wang Dong who was about to get up, and whispered: "I have gold too, as long as you have food, I will exchange it for gold in my yard..."

Wang Dong immediately looked at the other person with a scrutinizing expression, and then said: "I don't think you are a person with gold, so forget it..."

Wang Dong's words made the other party more certain that he had food in his hands. He immediately took out a small yellow croaker from his pocket, but only left a corner to Wang Dong, and then said.

"I really do..."

"As long as you have food, I have as much as you want."

Wang Dong had received many gold bars from selling grain before, so he could tell at a glance that the gold bars the other party took out were small yellow croakers. He quickly glanced around and confirmed that no one was paying attention to him.

"There are too many people here, shall we go outside and talk?" (End of this chapter)