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Chapter 389 Contrast [ words]

The white widow shivered and kept pressing against the wall behind her.

The sweat that overflowed from his forehead had flowed down the edges of his face and into his eyes.

The sour and stinging feeling made the already uncomfortable White Widow even more uncomfortable.

I want to rub my eyes.

But facing Yi Zhonghai in front of her, Widow White couldn't even think of taking action.

The scene in front of me contrasted with the old memory.

She seemed to have seen this dull look in her eyes before.

"explain."

Yi Zhonghai grabbed the white widow's hair and pulled her face up.

I have paid off what I owe you long ago. You can't do this to me."

I was afraid that I would be spotted by Li Mao and the others whenever I walked out of the backyard, so I listened to Qiangen.

The White Widow opened her eyes wide at first, and then her body began to shake unsatisfactorily.

The sudden cold wind slapped on the skin. It was not cold, but the shame and humiliation increased exponentially.

He pulled out a long wooden stick from the hidden debris on the side, took two steps, jumped forward, and pulled it on the wall next to the back room with his hands.

“Why didn’t you just say that he left the wooden box for his family’s belongings to your son?!!”

Yi Zhonghai stood up with his hands on his knees, turned around and left with his feet on his feet.

Just talking about this thing, according to He Daqing's character, it shouldn't be something left in Baoding.

Mo Hei opened the door, and before the people in the room could speak, Yi Zhonghai said this:
"I'm planning to go to Baoding tomorrow. Do you have anything you like to eat or anything else you need to tell me?"

Yi Zhonghai spoke directly.

"You can't do this to me! Even if you helped me redeem my life, I still listened to you and did a lot of things!

This is a dead end next to the courtyard. Even if someone passes by, no one will hear it as long as they cover their mouths.

Even if there was a little noise, it would only be the sound of a cat or a mouse.

The voice was neither soft nor serious, but every word fell on the white widow's heart.

The white widow shook her head, shaking her head, making Yi Zhonghai look a little dazed.

Wiping his fingers, he threw the handkerchief on the white widow's face: "Remember, be obedient."

He didn't look at the white widow who was curled up behind her, hugging her legs and trembling in embarrassment.

Then he raised his feet and walked deeper into the dead end.

"In the future, be good. Next time, I will post your deed of betrayal on the bulletin board of the street office.

Yi Zhonghai, who was hiding in the corner further away, watched helplessly as the white widow went to the public toilet and then staggered into the courtyard.

You don’t want them to know what you did when you lived in Kyoto, right? "

Under the shoulder blade, there is a small nine-petal chrysanthemum printed on it.

Out of personal vigilance, Yi Zhonghai did not dare to go to the backyard at night.

five minutes later.

As long as the White Widow is not blind, she can see the madness and indescribable coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Old lady, it's me."

"I told you everything I know. You. You can't."

Yi Zhonghai's eyes exploded with light.

His body was still half-crouched, but the feeling of oppression was even more exaggerated than before.

It was convenient not to put on too many clothes when I got up at night, which would even reflect part of my fair skin in the moonlight.

wooden box? !

Yi Zhonghai did not answer, but stood up numbly and took out a handkerchief from his pocket that was washed until it turned white and had some threads in the middle.

The white widow was trembling. She was so frightened that she had forgotten to silence her voice.

"An old wooden bed that was collected, a set of Eight Immortals tables, a set of kitchen cabinets, a set of old quilts, a set of new backs, and eighty yuan with the wooden boxes that He Daqing used to decorate his house."

The wooden pupils came back to life, and the wrinkles were piled up layer by layer. The moonlight hit the back, and the shadows outlined the face, which looked very scary.

The white widow raised her upper body, her panicked pupils reflecting the surrounding shadows.

The hand that was holding the chin before had been moved to the side of the collar at some point.

The body collapsed backwards, and the top button was broken and fell to the side.

"dirty."

The wooden box was originally used by He Daqing to store his family belongings, regardless of his feelings.

Think about your son and your family.

In the darkness, Yi Zhonghai hunched over, looking at the old lady who was leaning on the recliner with her eyes closed and concentrating, and said this tentatively.

As I get older, there are still many things hidden in my heart, and I always have trouble sleeping at night.

Plus it's not too cold now, so with the windows closed, clothes on, and a blanket covering you, sleeping on a recliner is more comfortable than sleeping on a bed.

The deaf old lady paused the crutch in her hand expressionlessly, her eyes dim:
"Xiao Yi, are those things that important? The Tan family is just keeping them for others. They don't even know what those things are. How can you be sure that those things are what you want?"

Yi Zhonghai didn't answer, but the fake smile on his face when he entered the door had faded away now.

He arched his hands in one direction, and the height of his arms was higher than his head:

"It doesn't matter what it is anymore, after staying up for such a long time, I just want an answer.

Wouldn't it be better if, old lady, you could persuade He Daqing to hand over the things and fulfill my thoughts? "

In the darkness, the deaf old lady did not answer, but just looked at Yi Zhonghai steadily.

He kept stroking the upright crutch under his hand: "He Daqing left that year, and you searched his house all night but couldn't find it.

Today I suddenly said I was going to Baoding.

Is there any definite news? "

"I don't know if I'm sure, but I have to give it a try. I'm just a temporary worker now.

The reputation in Kyoto is bad, so it’s always okay to go out for a walk.

Craftsmanship is craftsmanship. The certificate is gone, but the craftsmanship is not lost. "

He stamped his feet on the ground and listened to the noise coming from the backyard.

The staggering footsteps had no intention of heading towards the back room, but they also frightened Yi Zhonghai:

"If you don't have anything to bring, I will go back today."

Saying this, Yi Zhonghai was really ready to leave.

"and many more."

Just when Yi Zhonghai was about to go out, the deaf old lady lowered her eyelids, opened the low cabinet next to the recliner, and fished out a bundle of envelopes tied with a thin hemp rope in the dark.

There was no stamp on the envelope, and the writing on the cover was obviously much stiffer.

Count from top to bottom until you reach the seventh envelope and pull it out.

"There's an address on the envelope, just send the letter over. If you encounter something difficult, you can try mentioning it, but I can't guarantee it will work."

He left the envelope in his hand on the ground, only one step away from Yi Zhonghai.

Looking at the envelope that fell on the ground, Yi Zhonghai's pupils trembled. He didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and pretended to be nonchalant, with the knee of one leg slightly bent.

Picking up the envelope on the ground, he glanced at the deaf old lady silently, then turned and left.

Still jumping over the wall.

Climb along the ladder that has been placed against the wall and hide the thick wooden stick on the opposite side again.

Yi Zhonghai then walked out of the dead end, followed his usual habit, stepped heavily, listened to the sound of Yan Bugui turning over in fright, and walked into the courtyard with his neck curled up.

Early the next morning.

Amidst the smoke and smoke, the morning in the courtyard began to get busy.

If you can't get an iron pot, you can only use the aluminum pots and earthenware pots that you bought from Taobao to cook porridge and make steamed buns.

Before Mingming, I would eat steamed buns in the morning in the cafeteria.

But I don’t know why, except for a few restaurants, the neighbors in the courtyard always feel that the steamed steamed buns made at home are not as delicious as those from big canteens.

"Bah, Qin Huairu, Banggeng is still growing! Are you doing this in the morning?
Not to mention that like the heartless Liu Haizhong, he eats an egg every other morning.

Your porridge needs to be thickened, right?

Look at your soup, it's clear and watery, I can count the grains of rice! "

Li Mao, who was brushing his teeth and washing his face in the courtyard, listened to the noise coming from Lao Jia's house.

I don't know what to say either.

Since Liu Haizhong left the Siheyuan, the target of Jia Zhang's curses has been Liu Haizhong who moved to Tongzilou.

She will definitely be able to live in Tongzilou with her in the future.

Just saying this is fine.

Every time after talking, I still have to use Silly Zhu, who is now sleeping at the door, as a raft.

What's even more exaggerated is that once Li Mao heard Jia Zhang talking behind his back.

Silly Zhu has become a wild dog that no one wants.

When He Yunong grows up, he will be kicked out of the house by He Daqing.

How should I put it, although Jia Zhang is not good at it, as far as the matter of Silly Zhu being kicked out of the house is concerned.

Li Mao really thought it was very possible.

While washing.

Qin Huairu came to the pool carrying an earthen pot that was clean and scratched as if a dog had licked it.

Taking advantage of the time spent waiting in line, Shazhu, who didn't want to talk to anyone else, happily squeezed to the side.

Licking a face, he didn't care about the anger rising on Zhang Meng's face further away.

"I said Sister Qin, save money on food, isn't that how you save money?

Look at how clean your jar is. I'm afraid you only boiled three bowls of it in total.

The way you eat is not going to hold up to this whole morning's work. "

Silly Zhu shook his arms and twisted his windy nose.

After all, the doorway couldn't block the wind, and it was missing all the fur. Even if it was wrapped in a quilt, it wouldn't be that comfortable.

After sleeping for so many days in a row, even Silly Zhu, who was usually not short of energy, felt a little overwhelmed by the drowsiness of his mind.

"Three bowls are three bowls, but I didn't drink a bite. But there is still one of the six hot steamed buns in the morning. I will bring a steamed bun from home later, and I can secretly take a few bites while chopping cabbage."

When he said this, Qin Huairu's voice sounded weak.

Just listening to it made Silly Zhu feel itchy uncontrollably.

"What the hell? Three bowls worth! Didn't you drink even one sip?"

Silly Zhu talked loudly, with joy hidden in his eyes, but his mouth was still so unforgiving: "Good boy. They say that a young man will suffer from poverty.

When I was shopping for steamed buns in the city, they were not so delicious!
If you eat so much in one meal, Banggeng will definitely grow taller in the future! "

Silly Zhu was not stupid after all. When he said this, the corner of his eye could not help but look at the white widow who had changed her clothes and was washing next to her.

In White Widow's hand, in a wooden basin with copper hoops coated with pulp, there was also a basin of clothes that had been soaked in water during the night.

Looking at each other with the White Widow, Silly Zhu's eyes were filled with the feeling that this was his own home and she was just an outsider's pride. "No, Banggeng didn't eat much."

Qin Huairu took a rolling pin and smacked the toothpaste skin on the edge of the sink. Qin Huairu, who finally managed to get out a trace of toothpaste, was afraid that people in the courtyard would misunderstand the stick, so she hurriedly defended herself.

“Our Bangge is still young and can’t eat that much.

It’s just that my mother-in-law worked a lot yesterday, and she still has to work today, so she’s a little hungry. "

I didn’t say how many bowls I had eaten, just that I was very hungry.

But just such a sentence made the neighbors in the courtyard suddenly understand.

"Ha, your mother-in-law has a lot of work? This is really funny. In the world of roller skates in our street, only Yan Jiecheng can compete with your mother-in-law, right?
Let me tell you, your mother-in-law is greedy!

When the big cafeteria was open before, she could eat with all her heart! If it weren't for the street stewards watching me every time I ate.

I'm afraid your mother-in-law will cook everything and not even bring a morsel of groceries to eat!

How can you still speak for your mother-in-law like this? This is really embarrassing for you. "

The speaker was Liang Ladi, who had just moved here not long ago.

Even though they are all widows, Liang Ladi has a formal job, can continue to take exams, her children at home are doing well, and she has a powerful friend Zhang Meng by her side. No matter what she does on weekdays, she does not care at all. Afraid.

I heard someone from Jia Zhang's Mi Tai Machinery Factory on the front foot.

Until Li Mao couldn't put down his body to talk to Jia Zhang, Liang Ladi found a way to confront Qin Huairu.

It doesn't matter what you say.

The important thing is to show your attitude in front of Li Mao.

There are still a few people from the machinery factory left in the courtyard.

But it is not easy for a group of big men to argue with the old Jia family, who have two widows in the family.

Among the remaining people, Zhang Meng will take action when he is anxious. If he breaks someone, it will bring disgrace to the machine factory.

After going back and forth, it turns out that the only person in this courtyard who can challenge the old Jia family is Liang Ladi.

"Hey! Comrade Xiaoliang, don't say this nonsense!

You are from a machinery factory! How is it possible to know what our Yan Jiecheng is like in the factory?

Apart from anything else, isn't it easy for our Yan Jiecheng to work on the street these days? ! "

Qin Huairu hasn't spoken yet.

Over there, Yan Bugui couldn't help shouting.

Is there any overnight feud between father and son?
Even if Yan Jiecheng had a falling out with his family, Yan Bugui would still be his father!
Even though he already looked down on his boss, Yan Bugui still came up with an idea.

He is lazy in the factory, does not practice his skills, and does not check his grades. As a father, he doesn't care.

But on the street, beside the blast furnace, Yan Jiecheng can be more agile!

Otherwise, if the reputation of a lazy man spreads out, it will be difficult for him, Yan Jiecheng, to talk about his wife in the city of Kyoto.

After all, when a serious family gets married, who would falsify evidence without asking about the other person's family situation?

After being stimulated by the previous bursts, considering that among his peers, even Xu Damao had played so much.

Yan Jiecheng, who was one step behind but still in the middle of his age group, was finally worried.

It was precisely because of this that Yan Bugui had the confidence to speak to Yan Jiecheng in the courtyard.

"Huh, Ma Liu? Just take it as such.

Aren't we talking about the old Jia family's mother-in-law, who is the elder but competes with the younger generation for food?

You're such a good person, why do you come out to admit scolding? "

Liang Ladi didn't give in. After pushing Yan Bugui back, she brought the topic to Lao Jia's house.

Yan Bugui thought about it and felt a little tired.

He glanced at Yan Jiecheng, who was next to him and then at Yu Li, feeling aggrieved.

As a father, he is still fighting for his son's reputation.

However, his son is not up to par with his grandmother at all.

He waved his hands angrily, took a basin of water, took it to the side and squatted down.

Seeing Yan Bugui suffer a loss, the smile on Shazhu's face also curled up.

Squeezing toothpaste with both hands, he also borrowed a basin of water: "Uncle Yan, you are the only teacher in our college!
Why don't you go to Sister Qin's house to resolve this matter?
Apart from anything else, all we do in the steel rolling mill is physical work. Even working in the canteen is not easy.

A wowotou? Can this last half an hour?
If you faint from exhaustion, it's our courtyard's fault. "

"Go, go, just make fun of me as a poor teacher. What's the explanation? Doesn't this mean I am asking for a donation?
Is it easy to support everyone with my monthly salary?

You, Silly Zhu, are not in a hurry to get married, and the He family, who has been single all his life, has no worries about continuing the family line.

Not so in our family.

A scholarly family background must be passed down!
You idiot, just give me as much money as you want, don't hold my family back.

Besides, Qin Huairu doesn't have enough to eat and her two little ones are hungry. Isn't this a matter of your middle school?

What about the Intermediate Court? You look for me! Do you think you don't take Lao Yi seriously? "

It's okay not to mention Yi Zhonghai.

As soon as Yi Zhonghai was mentioned, the neighbors in the courtyard became curious.

"It's just hey, where is Uncle Yi?"

Silly Zhu scratched his head naively, turned his head and looked left and right.

The courtyard is not small, but the middle courtyard is not too big either. If you glance around, you can see everything you can and cannot see.

He stepped on his feet and took a look, directly seeing Yi Zhonghai's locked door.

"That's weird. Hey, is Uncle Yi's temporary worker so busy at work?
You didn’t even eat your morning meal, so you go to work now? "

Silly Zhu muttered in his mouth, but did not notice that when he said this, the body of the white widow not far from him suddenly trembled.

"Forget it, never mind, we are all in the same hospital, that is, Uncle Yi is not here. If Uncle Yi is in the hospital, he definitely can't watch Sister Qin starve.

In this way, Sister Qin, you go to the cafeteria with me later, and I will give Sister Qin half of my share of the meal!
Let's deal with it and carry it until noon. "

Even though he said this, everyone in the courtyard felt like Ming Jing'er.

What kind of meal, even if people work in the canteen, the people in the canteen only have some purchase subsidies.

There is no such thing as free food and drink.

It's just that the rules are rules. They work in the canteen. There are so many people in the steel rolling mill, so if you give a little bit, the rations for a few people can be provided.

The most obvious thing is that the rolling mill sells steamed buns individually, not based on weight.

They say two liang make a big steamed bun, but when steamed, they are still some big and some small.

There are also explanations for who gives the big one and who gives the small one.

Even Qin Huairu didn't say that when she was in the courtyard just now, she would deal with it while chopping cabbage.

What is dealing with dealing with?

It's better to eat the washed cabbage as a side dish while chopping the cabbage.

One point or two points, no one would say it at all.

Silly Zhu's display did not cause any controversy in the courtyard.

Since Xu Damao was sent away, the courtyard has become much cleaner.

The neighbors in the courtyard had breakfast.

Those who should go to work go to work, and those who should go to the streets to help go to the streets to help.

On the way to help with the work, many neighbors were still discussing with each other, thinking about where to replace the remaining fine grains with coarse grains.

It's different now than before.

In the past, women would not eat after the strong laborers who had served the family went to work in the morning.

Most people wait until noon, have something to eat, and then eat together in the evening.

It's different now. Street work is visible to everyone. Even if you are lazy, your laziness is limited.

When you need to work hard, your body can't handle it without eating.

If you have to eat in the morning, the cost of food rations will increase.

In order to fill his stomach, he could only look for food everywhere.

The idea is a good idea, but when put into practice, it is somewhat inappropriate.

No way.

The pilot started with them.

Even in Kyoto City, there are still many places where large cafeterias are not closed.

Let alone running outside.

The canteen is open and the food is stored in the warehouse. Who can get the extra food?
Besides, going to Pigeon Market, Ghost Market?
I don’t know where that price has drifted to for a long time.

Although they are all working-class families, their monthly salary is quite high.

But spending so much money to buy these still makes them feel painful.

"Forget it, let's just carry it on and think of a solution."

An aunt sighed quietly and said this.

The chatter of these people stopped, but the chatter at the machinery factory had just begun.

Machinery factory, director's office.

After checking the production problems early in the morning, Li Mao called the factory director and worker representatives to the office.

As part of the street, the family buildings of the machinery factory are also within the scope of the pilot.

In other words, all workers in the machinery factory and most workers in the steel rolling mill are now in the process of going home to eat.

"Director Liu, can the workers in the factory have food in their homes in the morning?

Not to mention being full, at least there must be something in the stomach that can carry it until midnight. "

Li Mao asked, even if he spoke, he didn't say enough.

It only said that there was something in the stomach, but there was no mention of all-you-can-eat at all.

Liu Haizhong, who had been ordered by Li Mao in advance to search the workers' homes in the factory, quickly stood up and answered:
"Hey, as far as the factory director is concerned, the workers in our factory are fine.

With the flour cakes given out earlier, if you are really hungry and anxious, you can still have something with oil and water to carry you back.

In a short period of time, the families of workers in the factory will no longer go hungry in the morning.

But if it takes a long time, it’s hard to say.”

After asking Liu Haizhong, Li Mao asked other worker representatives.

The answers one by one are not much different from Liu Haizhong's answer.

As for eating enough? That's why no one said anything about it.

The workers in the factory do all manual work, there is no oil and water to carry them, and all of them are big-bellied men.

It's fine when you eat in a big cafeteria, but when you eat at home, you'd better save some food.

"Is that so?"

Li Mao pondered in his heart, and the result he got was similar to what he had estimated in his mind.

“They say the factory is their home, and the workers in the factory work hard. Our factory cannot make life difficult for the workers!
Director Liu, go call the Logistics Department. Let’s take people with us to take stock of the factory’s warehouses where unplanned supplies are stored! "

(End of this chapter)