Get something in the courtyard

The idea is a good one, but whether it will succeed is hard to say.

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui still owed Ran Qiuye a favor, so they didn't feel comfortable asking for it.

Qin Huairu's eyes lit up, and she thought it was worth a try. If it succeeded, her family would benefit the most, but if it didn't, it wouldn't matter.

"Can the subdistrict office agree?"

Yi Zhonghai was prepared and said directly: "If the subdistrict office disagrees, then we have to find a way to solve our living problems. If we continue like this, can we still survive?"

Isn’t it just to ask the street office to play the victim?

This is not difficult.

Qin Huairu nodded.

Yi Zhonghai was not surprised at all when he saw this. The problem now was Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui, and it would be best if other people in the hospital could join in.

As long as there are enough people, the street office will not dare to ignore their demands.

"Lao Liu, Lao Yan, what about you? Don't tell me you can survive by picking up scraps.

Yes, you can solve the problem of food and drink by picking up scraps, but can you solve the problem of seeing a doctor and being hospitalized?"

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui looked at each other, and finally nodded and agreed.

In order to celebrate the agreement reached by several people, they sat together and had a meal. After the meal, Qin Huairu sent Yi Zhonghai back and helped Yi Zhonghai clean up the house.

Liu Haizhong did not leave in a hurry, but asked Yan Bugui: "Old Yan, are you really going to plot against Wang Kun together with Old Yi?"

Yan Bugui shook his head: "What are you planning? When have we ever taken advantage of Wang Kun? This time it will probably not succeed. Don't forget that before Wang Kun left, his rank was higher than that of the director of the subdistrict office.

Besides, Yu Shui's husband is now the director. Will the people in the subdistrict office offend Wang Kun for the sake of us old men?"

Now even the third aunt couldn't guess what Yan Bugui was thinking.

"Then why did you agree to Lao Yi?"

Yan Bugui explained: "Don't you know what kind of personality Lao Yi has? He will never give up until he achieves his goal.

Also, he was right in saying one thing. That is, we can’t be scavengers for the rest of our lives. What I mean is, let the neighborhood office help us mediate the relationship with our son.”

This is the real purpose of Yan Bugui agreeing to Yi Zhonghai.

In his opinion, Yi Zhonghai's idea was unlikely to be realized. There are people who force their sons to support them in their old age, but there is no one who forces their neighbors to support them in their old age.

If it was the fool Zhu who was fooled before, it would still be possible.

But who can blame Yi Zhonghai for not knowing how to cherish?

If Qin Huairu had married Sha Zhu earlier, Sha Zhu would not have left secretly, and would not have married a wife who had nothing to do with them.

In that case, all the money that Sha Zhu earns from Wang Kun can be used to subsidize them.

Liu Haizhong is a man who bears grudges, not only against others but also against his own son. After hearing what Yan Bugui said, he not only did not object, but also expressed his support.

"You're right. Let's ask the people from the street office to call my three little bastards over. If they don't agree, they can just return the money I spent on raising them."

He also looked at the second aunt: "You can't be soft-hearted and listen to the nonsense of those bastards."

The second aunt nodded seriously: "Don't worry, I'm not soft-hearted. In the past two years, I have been completely heartbroken by them. No matter if it's Guangqi or Guangtian Guangfu, I won't be soft-hearted."

Yan Bugui also told the three aunts: "You heard it, don't be fooled by them." After reaching an agreement, they went home to rest. After a tiring day, their bodies couldn't stand it if they didn't rest well.

Qin Huairu was helping Yi Zhonghai clean up the house diligently: "Uncle, it's all my fault. I will come here every day to help you clean up the house."

Yi Zhonghai couldn't care less about what Qin Huairu did, so he simply ignored it and said, "When our hospital becomes a nursing home, I will suggest that you take care of us. That way, you won't have to go out to work every day."

Qin Huairu knew that this job was definitely hers, and she did not refuse. According to Yi Zhonghai's idea, she would be in charge of the nursing home in the future, and she would get a salary, which was much better than picking up rags.

"What about those hooligans on the other side?"

Yi Zhonghai snorted, "When the time comes, let Wang Kun spend the money to buy back your house. Those hooligans will naturally leave. You can still live in your house. By the way, where is Huai Rubanggeng? He hasn't been home for almost two years!"

Qin Huairu sighed: "How can he come back? Banggeng owes those people money. If he doesn't pay it back, those people will take his life. I don't even know where Banggeng is now."

Yi Zhonghai said generously: "It doesn't matter. It's just right for Wang Kun to return the money to those gangsters."

Qin Huairu was naturally very happy, but still a little worried: "But will Wang Kun be willing?"

Yi Zhonghai said with a smile: "Don't worry about this! I have inquired about it. Wang Kun built the nursing home for his reputation. If he doesn't agree, it means that he built the nursing home with bad intentions.

A business also needs a good reputation. If the reputation is bad, the business will not be able to continue. Besides, it doesn't cost much to build a nursing home in our yard.

Also, the leaders of the subdistrict office don’t want to hear that there are elderly people on the street who can’t make a living. They will also help persuade them.”

Qin Huairu felt much more relieved when she saw that Yi Zhonghai had thought so carefully.

The next day, several old men gathered together and wanted to invite other people in the courtyard, but no one followed suit.

Not only did they not participate, but some of them even tipped off Wang Kun. The children of those families worked in Wang Kun's factory, and every holiday, Wang Kun would give subsidies to their parents.

Whether for the sake of their children's jobs or for the subsidies, these people dared not offend Wang Kun.

When they arrived at the street office, Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu began to perform with all their might. Although Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong also helped to speak, they were not as enthusiastic as the other two.

The leaders of the street office also have a headache. Others can ignore it, but they cannot.

"Qin Huairu, please stop crying."

Qin Huairu wiped her tears and said embarrassedly: "Director, I didn't mean it. My second uncle, third uncle and I have been picking up rags for almost two years. We are all old and can't do it anymore. We can only ask the government for help."

Upon hearing this, the director of the subdistrict office looked at the people and asked, "Have you really been picking up junk for two years?"

Yi Zhonghai said, "Director, this is true. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to find out. We can only do this kind of work to survive."

The director frowned: "Where are your children?"

Yi Zhonghai was not in a good mood to talk about it and didn't want to talk about it.

Liu Haizhong stood up, his face full of anger: "Director, my three children are not filial. They haven't come to see me in the past two years. I beg you to help me make the decision and have them arrested. I have no objection to killing them or shaving them."

"Liu Haizhong, this is a new society. There is no such thing as killing or shaving. Tell me your son's address and I will arrange for someone to call them over."

Liu Haizhong quickly took out the addresses of his three sons and handed them to the director of the street office.

Yan Bugui also took out the note he had prepared long ago and handed it over: "Director, you must help us and educate them well."

Yi Zhonghai was so angry when he saw this. He had promised to target Wang Kun and Sha Zhu, but these two people actually mentioned his son behind his back. (End of this chapter)