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

The three aunties slapped their thighs and exclaimed in praise:

"You really have a way with me, Teacher Yan."

Yan Bugui smiled smugly and said:

"Things are constantly evolving and changing; bad things can turn into good things."

"Although Yi Zhonghai can keep things under control now, many people definitely have opinions about him."

"Gradually, these complaints accumulated and grew, and that's when his time as an old man came to an end."

Yan Bugui thought about it more and more and felt that it made sense, so he happily went to inform each household about the meeting.

Lin Zhuo naturally knew what kind of person the Third Uncle was.

The reason why Lin Zhuo told his third uncle about the donation as soon as he got back was that he wanted his third uncle to take the lead at the general meeting of the hospital later.

While the third uncle might not be able to withstand the pressure from the first uncle, he could still cause the first uncle some unhappiness.

Lin Zhuo was too lazy to cook, so he went out and bought some food, ate it, and then comfortably settled on the sofa.

Lin Zhuo had watched the TV series "Full House of Love" with her elders, albeit in bits and pieces.

In the TV series, Jia Dongxu only exists in the portrait of the deceased; my own arrival in the world occurred earlier than the beginning of the series.

Although Jia Dongxu was seriously injured in this workplace accident, he did not die. Whether it was because it was not the right time or because his arrival changed the course of the story to some extent, we can only find out in the future.

Lost in thought, He Yuzhu's voice came from outside the door:

"Neighbors, let's have a meeting."

By this time, most families had finished their dinner and, upon hearing the call, all gathered in the central courtyard.

Some brought small stools, while others simply stood together chatting with their hands tucked in.

He Yuzhu moved a table and a long bench and placed them in the middle, presumably for the three old men.

When Lin Zhuo arrived, almost everyone in the courtyard had already arrived.

At this moment, the three old men slowly came over, with the eldest sitting in the middle and the second and third sitting on either side.

As the three old men sat down, the noisy courtyard gradually quieted down.

Liu Haizhong exchanged a glance with Yi Zhonghai, then cleared his throat and said:

"The meeting is now in session. Now, let's invite this gentleman to speak."

All eyes in the courtyard were now focused on Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai said in a somewhat heavy voice:

"The main reason for calling this meeting today is to discuss matters concerning the Jia family."

"Some neighbors have probably already heard that Jia Dongxu had an accident while working at the steel rolling mill today and was seriously injured by a falling object."

As soon as Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, a buzzing discussion arose in the courtyard.

The expressions on people's faces varied: some were surprised, some were secretly pleased, and some were just watching the show.

Lin Zhuo quietly observed everyone's reactions, thinking to himself that Jia Dongxu's interpersonal relationships were really not very good.

Come to think of it, although Qin Huairu is good at handling things, she still can't compete with the Jia Zhang family mother and daughter who are so troublesome.

Yi Zhonghai continued:

"The person is now out of danger, but recovery will take a long time and there is a high possibility of permanent disability."

"Everyone knows about the Jia family's situation. Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu are unemployed, and their child is still young."

"With Dongxu gone, the pillar of our family is gone."

"We've all been neighbors for many years. As the saying goes, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. We can't turn a blind eye to any difficulties that may befall anyone in the neighborhood."

"I propose that we donate some money to the Jia family together, and bring them the warmth of our compound."

"It's all voluntary, and there's no limit to how much. Second Uncle will collect the money, and Third Uncle will keep track of it. After the donations are complete, we'll send them to the Jia family together."

Lin Zhuo secretly curled his lip.

They said there was no limit to the amount, it was all voluntary, but the Third Uncle still kept track of the details.

Anyone who gives too little or nothing will surely offend that old hag Jia Zhangshi.

Everyone hates a neighbor like Jia Zhangshi, but most people don't want to offend her.

If you're a good neighbor, it's normal to visit someone who's sick or in trouble, bringing a few eggs or some snacks as a gesture of goodwill.

However, while it's understandable that Liu Haizhong would organize people to donate money in such a grand way, it still makes many people uncomfortable.

In particular, the Jia family was extremely unpopular, and everyone in the courtyard was somewhat unwilling.

He Yuzhu took out a paper box and placed it on the table, while Yan Bugui also took out a small notebook, ready to keep accounts.

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one moved, Yi Zhonghai felt the atmosphere was getting a bit awkward, so he stood up and said:

"I'll start by donating 50."

As he spoke, the old man took out five brand-new "Big Black Ten" bills and handed them to Liu Haizhong.

Liu Haizhong nodded and said to Yan Bugui:

"Grandpa, fifty yuan."

Yan Bugui lowered his head and wrote it down in his notebook.

The courtyard was immediately thrown into an uproar.

"My goodness, I can't even earn 50 yuan in two months."

"That old man is really righteous."

Lin Zhuo, however, did not take it seriously.

Jia Dongxu is an apprentice of an old man. The old man has no children of his own, so he treats Jia Dongxu like his own son, hoping that Jia Dongxu will take care of him in his old age.

Even if he doesn't make donations, he still has to give the Jia family a sum of money.

Now is the perfect time to raise funds. Yi Zhonghai will contribute the same amount of money, but he will attract more donations, and Jia Dongxu will definitely be grateful.

Moreover, it also allows him to demonstrate his helpfulness to the neighbors, truly killing two birds with one stone.

He wasn't this magnanimous when Lin Zhuo's father passed away.

Yan Bugui's eyes lit up as he looked at the five brand-new bills.

That's a solid 50 yuan! I don't even earn that much in a month. How much stuff could I buy with that?

Yi Zhonghai donated it to someone else without even blinking.

Even if Jia Dongxu is his apprentice.

Yan Bugui knew that even if he was an eighth-grade worker, his own son wouldn't be able to take 50 yuan from him.

However, Yi Zhonghai's actions were extremely unethical.

How much you give in private is none of our business.

But if you donate 50 yuan in front of the entire hospital, you'll gain some fame.

But how much should we ask the Yan family to donate?

If I give too little, people will inevitably criticize me; if I give too much, I simply can't afford it, and I'm reluctant to give it up.

Not to mention the old man was shocked, even Liu Haizhong, a seventh-grade worker, felt the 50 yuan in his hand was heavy.

This is almost a month's salary for me.

Although the old man had mentioned donating money at the hospital before, and I was mentally prepared, I never expected him to donate so much.

After a moment's internal struggle, Liu Haizhong took out five yuan, put it in the box, and said to Yan Bugui:

Five yuan.

Five yuan is indeed a considerable sum, considering that Jia Dongxu and his second uncle are just neighbors.

But compared to the generous fifty yuan of an old man, it does seem rather meager.

Liu Haizhong, who always wanted to outdo Yi Zhonghai, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

I've bleed myself dry and ended up feeling really upset. I'm getting more and more annoyed with Yi Zhonghai.