A pleasant life in a courtyard

Chapter 208 The enthusiasm of the people

Within a month.

On the radio and in newspapers, news about Vietnam always occupies the largest space.

Finally in October, all the words turned into practical actions.

The people's army is about to leave.

Unlike in the 1950s, when the country's finances were still not wealthy, during this aid process, the issue of military expenditure was no longer as embarrassing as it was then.

We don’t need the support of ordinary people who are emptying their pockets.

No other country supports its soldiers as much as we do.

Although local governments did not require people to donate money or materials, many people still took action spontaneously.

Everyone hopes that our young soldiers will have better material conditions on the battlefield.

The sub-district office moved a table at the door, and the officials recorded the things donated by everyone.

In the nearby large courtyard, the uncle of the courtyard organized each household to line up one by one.

The length of the team can no longer be seen, but it still cannot dampen everyone's enthusiasm, and people are still joining the team.

The neighbors in the courtyard lined up in Zhongbuliu, and it was still a long time before it was their turn.

Everyone didn't wait any longer and started chatting about the things they would donate later.

"I don't have much good stuff at home. I went there as a gift for my guests as a return gift. I had a bag of halva that I kept at home and I didn't want to touch it. Isn't that good? It's a sweet treat for the soldiers on the front line." The third aunt raised her hand. The package he received seemed to be the same as what he said and how he behaved on weekdays.

The third aunt is a supporter of the military. Her nephew is a soldier and stayed in North Korea and never came back.

This nephew's age, based on his current age, was not yet an adult at that time.

Mrs. Jia Zhang weighed a pound of white rice noodles in her hand and said, "I keep those who make dumplings during the New Year, but I think it's time for them to eat better."

"That's right. Without them risking their lives in front of us, we wouldn't be able to live a happy life." Aunt Wang was holding a piece of bacon in her hand. It was still very new and had not been completely dried.

When I heard about the mobilization in the hospital two days ago, I specially collected the tickets to buy it. It was full and it had not been marinated for three days.

When they arrived at the record keeping office, every household not only donated food, but also took out money from their pockets.

The amount can be as large or as small as hundreds, or as small as a few cents.

But no one will laugh at those who pay less. The military expenditures for the previous war were just scraped together with a few cents.

In addition to donating two barrels of malted milk and a large bag of sugar, Mother Li also donated another hundred yuan.

The things are not too much for the Li family's current wealth.

But these are just some of the donations from the Li family in the courtyard.

If they are all in one place, they will not only stand out, but also easily attract covetous attention.

The three children of the Li family made another donation at their respective schools.

Brother Li donated paper and pencils and another five yuan.

The eldest sister donated a bolt of fabric and fifty yuan.

Li Xiang made a joint donation with his teacher. There were about twenty boxes of biscuits and snacks. The money plus the teacher's share totaled five hundred.

The dormitory made another joint donation with the brothers. A group of young men came all the way to study here. The items were enough for their own use, and there was nothing left to donate.

The guys discussed how to get the money, ten yuan for you and twenty yuan for me. Li Xiang finally got it together, totaling three hundred yuan.

In this donation, the Li family not only tried their best, but they also did not hide much secrets.

Take as many items as you can take out.

They were all rare items. After they were donated, the Li family itself became empty.

Fabrics like this were signed several times last year, but not once this year.

After several times, each of them made new clothes. This year, there was only one left, which I gave to my eldest sister to donate.

After receiving the donations, the neighbors gathered at several houses in the courtyard that had radios.

Listening to the radio, the announcer announced the donations received one by one. The courtyard has just been donated today. If you want to hear the announcement from the steel rolling mill, it will take two or three days.

But this does not hinder everyone's enthusiasm for broadcast content.

The neighbors all listened with great interest and did not forget to comment.

Reporting one by one means that the total number of categories of things received in a street is reported separately.

For example, a certain street received a total of donations: 50 kilograms of stick noodles and 20 kilograms of white rice noodles. . . . . .

Only a few large donors can be singled out and mentioned by name.

The neighbors were speculating that Li's mother's one hundred yuan would be reported separately.

Didn't I see that a few days ago, someone donated 60 yuan and reported his name?

This method of broadcasting, which does not look like competition but looks like competition, has ignited the desire for comparison in various streets in disguise.

Regardless of individual donations, no one cares whether you donate more or less, they just say it’s all out of your heart.

But once it falls to the collective, no one will obey anyone.

Especially in the streets nearby, everyone is working class, so how can they be less than you?

Many people who heard the data on the radio were holding their breath and decided to continue to donate at home and continue donating tomorrow.

Of course, there are a lot of tricky things in this.

Where there is food, there will be rats.

When people become bolder, they really dare to reach out for anything.

There are not a few people who secretly take donated materials home without paying attention.

Some of these can be discovered, and some can just be fooled.

In most cases, taking a small amount is difficult to detect.

But when someone is unlucky, the person in charge of a street was discovered. Not only was he fired, but he was also arrested.

Once such a situation is discovered, the chicken will definitely be killed to scare the monkeys.

This person had a lot of ideas. The population of his street was not large, so he only donated three bacon sticks that day.

Maybe the number was too small and bacon strips were rare, but anyway, they were remembered by the people on the street.

But a few days later, when I heard the broadcast, the numbers didn't match up.

The more I thought about it, the more something was wrong. I didn't waste any time and reported it the next day.

From the incident to the dismissal and arrest, not even a day passed.

The speed with which the above was solved was extremely fast and resolute.

Of course, there is also the fear of discouraging people's enthusiasm.

When the news reached the neighbors in the courtyard, the official's eighteen generations were scolded.

This is just the behavior in the courtyard. His self-defeating behavior has really offended the people across the country.

The house was immediately smashed to pieces by the angry crowd, and his wife had no choice but to hide back to the countryside with her children to avoid the limelight.

But the countryside is not a closed country, it is just a delayed reception.

When he learns that there is such a thing in the clan that can poke someone's back, it is only a matter of time that his wife and children will not have a good life.

However, this corrupt official was arrested, and the government protected him.

Otherwise, it is not impossible for the angry people to beat them to death. After all, the folk customs in this place have always been tough.

So, is he unlucky or lucky?

　Chapter 208: I was locked up in a dark room, and I don’t know when the ban will be lifted.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)