Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 160 Illness
"You just let him go?"

Bang Geng couldn't believe it, he was beaten like this, and he let Ma Hua go so lightly?
"Comrade Jia Geng, what do you call that? Isn't this deducting half a month's wages from MCA? That's fine, you should go back and rest."

After finishing speaking, Deputy Director Yang lowered his head and got busy with his own business again.

"Deducting half a month's salary, is this called punishment? You can't be so partial to MCA..."

"Comrade Jia Geng! Don't be childish!"

Deputy Factory Director Yang was a little impatient, and directly interrupted Bang Geng's words.

Putting down the pen in his hand, he stood up.

"According to your background, our factory didn't accept you. It was your father who begged the factory leader to give you a chance."

"But what about you? You've only been here for a few days, and you've been fighting with your colleagues. You've spoiled the factory atmosphere. Comrade Jia Geng, you have to respect the old and love the young, and don't mess around!"

"Am I fooling around?"

Stick is very aggrieved, was beaten, is it his fault?
He's not a fool, the factory manager said so much, he just wanted to protect MCA, so he didn't take him seriously at all.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he pointed at the factory manager and cursed:

"With a salary of 22 yuan a month, do you think I love coming here? Damn it."

"Jia Geng, do you still dare to curse?"

"Bah, you should scold."

The stick spit, then turned its head and limped out.

After leaving the factory, he wanted to go to the workshop to find Qin Huairu.

But as soon as he walked to the door of the workshop, he heard someone talking about him.

"Look, look, that's Jia Geng, and he's Sha Zhu's cheap son."

"Oh, I heard that he has been in prison and beat his father. It's not a thing."

"Hey, silly Zhu deserves what he deserves. What a good condition he is. Instead of marrying a big girl, marrying a widow and raising a son for others, it would be no good."

……

Stick's face darkened, he gritted his teeth, and gave those people a hard look.

But the middle-aged women at the door of the workshop were not afraid at all, and instead stared back.

"A bunch of gossips."

The factory couldn't stay any longer, so Bang Geng turned around and walked out.

Along the way, there were constant discussions, as long as you saw someone who looked like a stick, there was no one who didn't gossip.

Sticking his head down, as if he didn't hear it, he was relieved when he left the factory.

Looking back, he felt almost suffocated, didn't he just hit Sha Zhu with two fists, why did everyone in the factory know about it in the morning?

"Hey, you think I'm awesome, I love staying in your broken factory?"

Thinking about the people in the kitchen at the back of the cafeteria, his teeth were almost gritted, and he didn't want to be bullied by these people.

Thinking about the other people in the factory just now, the look in his eyes made him even more depressed.

"I can't stay any longer, I really can't stay anymore, with a salary of 22 a month, do you really think I'm rare?"

Glancing around, he walked towards the bus stop sign.

He couldn't stay in the rolling mill, and he didn't want to go back to the courtyard. Thinking about it, he'd better go find Xu Damao.

The salary of 22 yuan a month in the rolling mill is not as high as before. He made a lot of foreign exchange certificates.

If it wasn't for marrying Yanling, he wouldn't have come.

……

At the same time, in the courtyard, He Daqing sighed.

He touched his belly, he was almost starving to death.

After walking to the door and looking in the yard, seeing no one there, he opened the door and went out.

Without going anywhere else, he walked directly to the East Wing.

In the house, the old man walked up to his son and woke him up.

"Stupid? Stupid?"

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Shazhu's voice was a little hoarse, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and slowly got up.

"hiss."

With a slight movement, he felt a burning pain all over his body.

"How did you do this?"

He Daqing frowned. His son's current appearance was worse than yesterday afternoon, as if he had suffered a serious illness.

"fine."

Sha Zhu shook his head, not wanting to say anything.

"You... well, forget it, you have to figure it out yourself."

He Daqing didn't count on persuading Silly Zhu any more, he was just a stubborn donkey who wouldn't listen to persuasion at all.

After touching his belly, he stretched out his hand directly.

"what?"

"Take the money, I haven't had breakfast yet."

He Daqing rolled his eyes.

Shazhu and the widow of Jia's family have become like this, he doesn't want to be looked down upon, and he didn't go to dinner in the morning.

Sha Zhu also reacted, he touched his body, but it was empty.

"Not a dime? At least let me buy a deep-fried dough stick first, to pad my stomach."

"..."

Silly Zhu pursed his lips, Qin Huairu received his monthly salary on his behalf, let alone a dime, he didn't even have a penny on him.

Thinking of his wife, he collapsed on the sofa again.

"Oh, you worthless."

He Daqing patted his thigh, almost dying of anger.

Landlords in the old society recruited long-term workers, so they paid back some wages every year, but look at his son, he was really beaten by the Jia family, and he was worse than the old cow who plowed the land.

The key is that the son is still willing, who would value such a person?
Silly Zhu, silly Zhu, he really did not choose the wrong name.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, the old man's face turned red, he pointed at the silly pillar and cursed:

"Hurry up and divorce that widow of the Jia family, get back the money, the house, and the things you bought with your money over the years, all back!"

"Dad, let's talk about it later, I'm a little dizzy and want to sleep."

Silly Zhu was exhausted, he slumped on the sofa, and he closed his eyes directly.

"You, you, whoops, when is it, you can still sleep."

Seeing his son like this, He Daqing almost died of anger.

Stretching out his hand to hold his son's arm, the old man wanted to pull him up.

"Huh? Why is it so hot?"

He Daqing felt something was wrong, he quickly touched Sha Zhu's forehead.

"Hiss, it's so hot? It's a fever, why don't you say it?"

"It's okay, I'll just sleep on it."

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, you know how to sleep, what if you fall asleep?"

He Daqing was angry and impatient, his son's forehead was hot, but he was fine and said he was fine.

After carefully touching it again, the old man was in a hurry.

Sha Zhu can't be allowed to sleep anymore, he has to be sent to the hospital immediately.

Scanning the room, Yi Zhonghai was not there, not even a helper.

Not only is there no one, but there is no money, the son has no money, and he has no money, which really makes him anxious to death.

The old man thought for a while, and immediately ran to the backyard.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"He Xiao? He Xiao? Open the door quickly."

He Daqing slammed on the door, sweating profusely.

"Squeak."

As soon as He Xiao pushed the door and came out, he was startled when he saw the old man's impatience.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Silly Zhu has a fever, high fever, take him to the hospital immediately."

He Daqing pulled He Xiao and walked to the middle courtyard.

"Fever? Shazhu asked you to come? Hey, why did you call me? Call his son Banggan, and send him there?"

He Xiao frowned and stopped immediately.

Yesterday afternoon, what Shazhu said nearly pissed him off.

Well, now that I'm sick, I came to look for him. What does this mean for him?

Thinking about it, He Xiao felt shocked.

(End of this chapter)