The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 107 Yi Zhonghai's Combination Fist

Amidst the laughter, Yi Zhonghai's face darkened.

Seeing that Liu Haizhong couldn't control the situation, he could only stand up: "Everyone, the explosion in Jia's house is a tragedy in the world. Now their family has no place to live, it's really pitiful."

"As neighbors, we should reach out and help them in time."

"Let's do this, considering that everyone's life is not easy."

"Every household only needs to donate ten yuan, and that's enough."

"Ten dollars!"

"Ten dollars."

"Ten dollars?"

The faces of the residents are all ugly.

Li Aiguo knew that the Jia family wanted the lion to speak loudly this time, so he couldn't help but gasped.

For example, the Xiaozhan rice he got from Jincheng cost only [-] cents per catty.

Ten yuan can buy 68 catties of Xiaozhan rice, and there are a few cents left over to buy a red-headed rope for the children.

Could it be that the previous few donations to the Jia family were all donated so much?

For the previous donations, Father Li was still there, and Father Li attended the conference instead of the Li family.

Li Aiguo grabbed a handful of melon seeds from his newspaper pocket, walked over to He Yushui and Aunt Liu, and sat down.

"Ma'am, Yushui, come, Xiangxiangzui."

"Thank you Brother Patriotic." He Yushui's eyes were bent into crescents.

"Good boy." The creases on Aunt Liu's face smoothed out.

Xu Damao: "."

Seeing that only half of the melon seeds are left, he wants to cry but has no tears.

Those are his melon seeds, Li Aiguo, even if you want to grab them, don't grab them.

The palm is as big as a cattail fan.

The father-in-law taught him to unite the masses, Da Mao, we are not angry, we are not angry.
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Li Aiguo looked at Yi Zhonghai, who was upright and stern, and asked Aunt Liu in a low voice: "Auntie, every time you donate, do you make it so big?"

Aunt Liu sighed, and seeing that Li Aiguo was not sure about the situation, she explained: "In our courtyard, we have donated money to Jia's family twice before."

"The first time was when Lao Jia, Jia Dongxu's father, was crushed by a rolling mill and injured."

"At that time, there was no public-private partnership in the rolling mill, and Lou Zhenhua, the owner of the rolling mill, sent Jia's family away with only a small amount of money."

"So the compound donated money to Lao Jia, but Lao Jia's life was not saved."

"The second time is to bury Lao Jia."

"Jia Zhang said that his family's money was all spent, and he didn't even have money to bury people, so he donated money again."

"Two times, I donated five yuan. The old coins were used a few years ago, that is, [-] old coins."

Li Aiguo said: "Five yuan, that's a lot, can the residents agree?"

Aunt Liu sighed: "Hey, it's not the same thing if others donate but you don't."

"Everyone else donated?" Li Aiguo was puzzled.

Are people in this age so generous?
"You'll understand later." Aunt Liu didn't seem to be able to explain clearly.

"Okay, then wait and see."

Li Aiguo turned around and sat back beside Xu Damao, reaching out to grab the newspaper in his pocket.

Xu Damao: "."

in the middle of the crowd.

Yi Zhonghai has finished the propaganda work.

He said loudly: "That's the way it is. If one party is in trouble, all parties will support it. I hope everyone can carry forward their style and donate enthusiastically. The minimum limit is ten yuan, and there is no upper limit."

Life is difficult for big guys in this era, and they often can't even afford black corn buns.

They all live by penny by penny, and if there is less money, the family will be sad.

What's more, it was ten yuan, and no one answered.

Seeing the big guy sitting still, Yi Zhonghai turned his head to look at Liu Haizhong: "Second uncle, did some families already donate money in the afternoon?"

"Yeah yeah."

Liu Haizhong shook the box quickly, and there was a sound of hula hula inside, it sounded like there was a lot of money in it.

"A total of five households donated money, and one family donated 15 yuan. I have written down the names and sent them to the street office at the end of the year, so that the leaders of the street office can praise these households."

Yi Zhonghai nodded in satisfaction, pinched his waist and said loudly: "Everyone has seen it. There are still activists in our compound. I hope you will not fall behind."

He took out three five-yuan bills from his pocket, waved them in the air twice, and stuffed them into the cardboard box until the residents could see them clearly.

[Dahei Ten was issued in 1957, that is to say, it will be seen next year. Currently, the largest denomination is five yuan. 】

"As the elder of the compound, I donate 15 yuan, hoping that Jia's family can get through this disaster as soon as possible."

Yi Zhonghai's sonorous and powerful voice, paired with that majestic face, seemed to be a moral model in the courtyard.

Not reconciled to lagging behind, Liu Haizhong took out two five-yuan ones from his pocket and stuffed them into a cardboard box.

"As the second uncle in the compound, I want to learn from the first one, and I can't just watch the Jia family have no place to live."

At this time, some people in the crowd had already started to applaud, and everyone was moved by the integrity of the two stewards.

Jia Zhang took Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu to the crowd, and bowed to the first and second uncles.

"Thank you two uncles, you are all good people, you are the savior of our Jia family."

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes, wiped away her tears, and turned to face the residents: "Grandpas and aunts, uncles and aunts, our Jia family will write down the list and the amount of money donated this time. One day, our Jia family will turn around again, and we will definitely return the money as soon as possible!"

A set of combined punches is the perfect ending.

Everyone has a herd mentality.

They were originally unwilling to donate money to the Jia family, but if they saw that someone had donated money in advance, if they didn't donate, they would be afraid that others would think they were backward in thinking.

and also.

Qin Huairu's last empty check gave the residents peace of mind.

The donated money can be recovered in the future, so what are you afraid of!

Xu Damao, who wanted to unite the masses, was the first to stand up, took out 15 yuan in change from his pocket, and held it high in his hand.

"Second uncle, I, Xu Damao, will donate 15 yuan on behalf of the Xu family."

Seeing Jia Dongxu's gloomy face, he repeated his old mistakes, and said with a strange expression, "Jia Dongxu, I'm not a gangster, so don't be afraid."

Jia Dongxu was so angry that he yelled and waved his fists in the air, meaning to make Xu Damao look good.

"Dongxu, what are you doing!" Jia Zhang stretched out his hand to hold Jia Dongxu.

Now that Xu Damao wants to donate money, he must not make him angry.

If he wants revenge, he will have to wait for him to put the money in the donation box.

Seeing that Xu Damao was holding the money and showing it off all the time, the second uncle just didn't throw it in, so he was a little anxious.

He reached out to grab the money and put it in the box.

"Da Mao, thank you for your love!"

Seeing that Xu Damao's money went into his pocket, Jia Dongxu heaved a sigh of relief, spit at Xu Damao, and turned his attention to Li Aiguo.

"Li Aiguo, you are a train driver, and you earn more than 100 yuan a month. The whole family is alone. Do you want to donate three or 50 yuan?"

"Everyone is watching now. You stole ten yuan from my family last time, and you just took this opportunity to return it."

"Do you think so?"

　Ask for a ticket... Ask for a ticket... 360-degree rolling for a ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)