Siheyuan: starting from prying the corner of the silly column

Chapter 17 The Quiet Night
After the calculation, Ma Hua felt a little sad when he found that he was still hovering at the poverty line, not even counting how much savings he had.

In this era, it is really an era when senior workers are favored.

Food stamps, after most people don’t have enough, in order not to be hungry, they can only spend extra money to buy food stamps, or go to the pigeon market to buy food and drink in private.

Industrial tickets are not available to ordinary people, and can only be exchanged privately for dozens or hundreds of dollars.

Workers with senior professional titles, in addition to high wages, will naturally have these high benefits that ordinary people need to take risks and spend money to switch.

Workers with senior professional titles are treated so well that it even leads to a peculiar situation, that is, when they are promoted to small leaders such as section chiefs and deputy section chiefs, they all avoid them like tigers and try their best to refuse.

Because the treatment and wages of small leaders are not even as good as when they were workers.

For example, Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level fitter, earns a single salary of 99 yuan and 100 cents per month, plus full attendance and subsidies, which actually exceeds [-] yuan.

And his invisible benefits are hundreds or even more throughout the year.

He is the first batch of items and coupons distributed in all aspects of the factory.These things are all exchanged by others with money.

Ma Hua speculated that the reason why Yi Zhonghai, an old man, had such a great reputation in the courtyard was that when others came to ask him to exchange tickets, he was relatively fair and generous, and gave a lot of favors.

Compared with Yi Zhonghai, others should use simple money to measure Yi Zhonghai's various income and welfare benefits, that is, a monthly income of two or three hundred can barely equalize.

At the same time, the daily work points of the production team are worth about two to three cents, and the money has to be exchanged for commune food stamps.

The "poor people" like Mahua are far worse than Yi Zhonghai, but they are much better than the production team below.

He can eat more than nine catties of fine grains and seventeen catties of coarse grains a month, and can eat white flour steamed buns for several days.

Thinking of so many coarse grains waiting for him to eat, Ma Hua felt a stomach ache——eating coarse grains every day really made his stomach feel uncomfortable!

Starting tomorrow, let's improve the food a little bit.

Stick batter and steamed buns are really not a taste.

Before going to bed, Ma Hua washed the fat hedgehog with warm water, and moved the nest into the house, making it his own.

"From now on, let's talk about the rules, use this broken bowl for eating, and use another broken bowl if you excrete."

"Otherwise, there is no way to clean up."

The fat hedgehog stares at Ma Hua with black bean-like eyes, and is not afraid of him.

Ma Hua smiled: "A show of a group of hedgehogs?"

The fat hedgehog still looked at Ma Hua, and still didn't shrink back.

This guy may be too fat and too comfortable, he does everything lazily, doesn't struggle much in the shower, and isn't afraid of Ma Hua.

It's really strange, how did it gain such a weight in this small house before.

After putting down the hedgehog, Ma Hua yawned and gradually fell asleep.

At the same time, other neighbors in the courtyard house also have their own affairs.

The third master Yan Bugui who lived in the front yard was still feeling sorry for the fat hedgehog, but he didn't get it, and he was weighing what method he should use to get the hedgehog.

The old man who lived in the middle courtyard, next door to Ma Hua, stared at a small cloth bag of white noodles in the corner for a while, and finally turned his eyes away and lay down to sleep.

On the other side of the middle courtyard, Qin Huairu arranged for the children to fall asleep, and her mother-in-law, Jia Zhangshi, stared at her with drooping cheeks and interrogated, "What did you say to that kid named Ma Hua just now? Why did it take so long?"

"Mom, what can I say? I just asked him where Qin Jingru was, and he said that Jingru had gone home and asked me to cook him a meal." Qin Huairu said.

Jia Zhang stared: "Okay, he said you cook for him, so you cook for him? Are you his wife?"

"Is he going to let you go to bed? Are you going to go to bed?"

"No, Mom, who do you take me for?" Qin Huairu was very wronged, "Ma Hua knows about the gangster stealing chickens, and he said that I will cook him a meal, so he won't mention it."

"It's not a big deal. I did what I could, so I did it for him."

"If he dares to go too far, I will definitely spit on him and tear his clothes off!"

Jia Zhang snorted coldly: "That sounds nice, who knows what you think?"

Anyway, in Jia Zhang's opinion, nine out of ten men in the courtyard want to sleep with Qin Huairu, and the other one wants to sleep very much.

Qin Huairu is like a bitch wagging her tail. These male dogs are always around her, so she must be smelly.

In order to prevent her dead son from wearing a cuckold, Jia Zhang grabbed Liu Haizhong's fat face and yelled at any man who dared to get close to Qin Huairu, including Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu.

In order for Qin Huairu to support her until she grows old, Jia Zhang deducted five yuan from Qin Huairu's salary every month and saved it; Qin Huairu also had to buy the painkillers that she must take every day.

It's not that Jia Zhang doesn't know whether Qin Huai is suffering or not, what life is like, and because she knows, she has to reprimand her every now and then, so that she can't have other thoughts.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law broke up again when they talked, Qin Huairu had no choice but to remind himself to pay attention, and don't let the mother-in-law use excuses to talk.

Sha Zhu and He Yushui are also in the middle courtyard of the courtyard.

Silly Zhu fell asleep after drinking in his room because he had a rough day.

He Yushui wiped away his tears in his hut, and finally rested.

In the backyard of the courtyard, Xu Damao also had a drink; he was happy for a while, Ma Hua pried off Shazhu's wife, and hated for a while, Shazhu stripped his pants yesterday to frame him.

Of course, there is still a little regret in my heart that I can't say, that girl Qin Jingru is really pure and fresh.

Why didn't I pay attention to such a juicy girl when I went to the movie?
Also in the backyard of the courtyard, the second uncle Liu Haizhong, the second aunt, and the two children Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu all rested.

In the main room in the backyard, the deaf old lady slowly turned over on the bed.

People are old, can't sleep well, and think wildly.

Shuijing Hutong, Majia.

Before going to bed, Ma Liushi and Ma Chengde muttered about the second boy Ma Hua, and they both fell asleep.

On this day, I was tired from working and worrying.

In the next room, Ma Zhong and Cao Juhua were also very tired. They didn't even have the energy to make a baby. They fell asleep after tidying up after returning home.

In a few alleys outside the courtyard, a group of people happily checked with cloth bags and flashlights.

"I found it, this is it!"

"The drawings are also there!"

"Good guy, a stack of foreign elements, this can prove that you are right! There is no way to interrogate a person after death, this should be the last thing."

One person said: "Look carefully again, is there anything else!"

"Xiao Feng, look for it again along the route from beginning to end tomorrow to see if there is anything missing. Lao Li, I will carefully check and check all the acquaintances of this person tomorrow. Even if the person is dead, we must not relax our vigilance!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)