Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

Wang Dong once again experienced Yi Zhonghai's confusion of right and wrong.

With just a few words, whether or not you donate money is tied to whether or not you want to promote the tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young in your yard.

The Lord of Morality is worthy of his name. He is very good at talking and can turn white into black.

He laughed and asked back: "Second Master..."

"As you wish..."

"In our courtyard, your second uncle has the final say."

"As residents of the courtyard, we cannot even question what has been said. Otherwise, it would destroy the unity of the courtyard and not support respecting the elderly and loving the young."

Yi Zhonghai instantly heard the trap in Wang Dong's words. He was not even the master of the courtyard now, so how could he have the final say?

To put it another way, even if he is still the boss of the courtyard, he dare not have the final say, otherwise, if the news gets to the street, being beaten up would be the least of his problems.

I quickly explained: "Dongzi, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that..."

"Anyone who lives in our courtyard can question the decision of the three elders, including me. It has nothing to do with undermining unity and respecting the elderly and loving the young."

Seeing Yi Zhonghai bow his head and compromise, Wang Dong continued: "Then let me tell you my own thoughts..."

"Since it was your second uncle who proposed the donation, and the first and third uncles haven't agreed yet, I think this matter is not valid."

"The reason why the street chose the three of you to be the elders of the courtyard is to prevent someone from being arbitrary in the courtyard. When encountering problems, the minority can obey the majority."

"Now the two gentlemen have not agreed to your proposal just now, how can you say it directly?"

"This is clearly a disrespect for Uncle One and Uncle Three, and a disrespect for the decision of the street."

"Of course……"

"Whether Uncle One and Uncle Three agree with your proposal or not, I personally disagree with donating money to the funeral of the deaf old lady."

"As far as I know, the deaf old lady is a five-guarantee household in our street. In addition to providing food rations, the street also provides her with five yuan of living expenses every month."

"After so many years, the deaf old lady should have saved a lot of money."

"If I remember correctly, the house where the deaf old lady lives is also her private property, and is worth at least five hundred dollars."

"Now that the deaf old lady has passed away and there are no descendants to see her off, the money and the house are now without an owner."

"Instead of wasting it here or letting someone get away with it, it's better to give the deaf old lady a splendid funeral."

"No..." Yi Zhonghai was the first to stand up and refute.

"Before she died, the deaf old lady made a will in front of the street witnesses: after he paid New Year's greetings, all the supplies he lived in and the money he saved would be given to Zhuzi."

"Now that the deaf old lady has passed away, these things should belong to the pillar and no one can move them."

Wang Dong immediately flashed a puzzled expression on his face, and continued: "That's weird?"

"Since the deaf old lady made a will and gave all her belongings to He Yuzhu, then the affairs of the deaf old lady should be left to He Yuzhu. Why let the residents of the courtyard help with the affairs..."

"besides……"

"Second uncle, you clearly knew that the deaf old lady had made a will to He Yuzhu, and you also knew that old lady Kong still had a lot of money. Why didn't you tell us? Instead, you organized the courtyard to donate money to hold the funeral for the deaf old lady. What kind of bullshit is this?"

Seeing Yi Zhonghai's face getting uglier and uglier, Wang Dong didn't intend to let him go so easily. An expression of sudden enlightenment flashed across his face, and he continued, "I understand..."

"He Yuzhu is your godson..."

"The deaf old lady left her inheritance and house to He Yuzhu, which was for you."

"You didn't want to touch the deaf old lady's inheritance and house, and wanted to take it for yourself, so you organized the residents of the courtyard to donate money to hold the funeral for the deaf old lady."

"Second uncle, you are so shameless that you even count the money of a dead person."

"Don't tell anyone I know you when you're out in public."

As soon as Wang Dong finished speaking, the eyes of all the neighbors around him changed when they looked at Yi Zhonghai.

In the past, I just thought that Yi Zhonghai was shameless and was always partial to He Yuzhu and the Jia family.

Today's incident opened the eyes of the neighbors. They saw how shameless Yi Zhonghai was. He even took the money of the dead. He was more calculating than Yan Fugui in the front yard. It completely overturned everyone's cognition.

Yi Zhonghai was so frightened by Wang Dong's questions and explanations that his face turned pale.

I wanted to make an excuse, but I couldn't think of any one no matter how hard I racked my brains.

Seeing Chen Dehui and Liu Haizhong looking at him angrily, Yi Zhonghai became even more anxious and immediately said to them, "Lao Liu, Lao Chen..."

"Wang Dong misunderstood me. I definitely didn't intend to take the old lady's inheritance for myself..."

"I am a level 8 fitter in a steel mill, earning a little over 100 yuan a month. How could I possibly look down on this little bit of inheritance?"

"It's all a misunderstanding..."

Chen Dehui knew that his daughter and son-in-law were not on good terms with Yi Zhonghai, and Yi Zhonghai had plotted against them both last night, which almost ruined their reputations and caused them to lose their jobs at the steel mill. He was very angry.

Not only did he not accept Yi Zhonghai's explanation, but he frowned and asked back: "Old Yi..."

"Is it a misunderstanding? Lao Liu and I don't know..."

"We just want to know whether you knew very early on that the deaf old lady had made a will for He Yuzhu and handed over all the property and houses to Yi Zhonghai."

Yi Zhonghai had no way to argue about this issue because he was present when the deaf old lady made her will, along with two street officials and He Yuzhu. He had no way to argue at all.

I could only bite the bullet and answer: "I know..."

Chen Dehui continued to ask: "Since you knew that the deaf old lady had an inheritance and a house worth five or six hundred yuan, why did you try every means to persuade us to organize all the residents in the hospital to donate money to the deaf old lady for her funeral? What is your intention?"

"This..." Yi Zhonghai was silent.

He considered himself a very eloquent person, but faced with this question, he racked his brains but could not come up with a reasonable explanation.

After all, all the neighbors in the courtyard knew that He Yuzhu was their godson, and if He Yuzhu benefited, they would benefit as well, and no matter how they explained it, they could not get rid of the purpose of benefiting themselves.

At the critical moment, He Yuzhu suddenly rushed out from the deaf old lady's room: "Godfather..."

"The old lady is my grandmother. She has always treated me as her own grandson. Now that she has passed away, it is only right that I should be the one to handle her funeral."

"The neighbors in the yard don't need to pay for this. You just need to lend a hand. I will pay for it myself..."

"I just looked around the old lady's room. She had saved more than 130 yuan, enough for a very decent funeral." (End of this chapter)