chsdbacks Chapter 451: A General Assembly of the Entire Academy, where the Issue of Donating Money and Food is
Chapter 451: A General Assembly of the Entire Academy, where the Issue of Donating Money and Food is
Ignoring the wailing of the crowd, Director Wang sighed and walked out of the courtyard with two street office staff members.
She's just here to relay the notice from above, and she still has to go to other courtyards to deliver the notices. She's just a lowly street office director, she can't really help anyone, so it's best to just ignore her.
"Director Wang, please don't go! What will we do without you!"
"I can't live like this anymore, I can't live like this!"
Director Wang resolutely walked out of courtyard number 95, which caused everyone in the courtyard to wail in despair.
Madam Jia sat down heavily on the ground, slapping her thighs hard with both hands and shouting:
"Old Jia, Dongxu! I can't live like this anymore! I can't live like this anymore! My family is already the poorest in the courtyard, and now our rations are going to be reduced by 10%. This is going to starve my mother to death! Please come up and take me away!"
"Pfft."
When Qin Jingru saw Jia Zhangshi performing the soul-summoning ritual and asking Old Jia and Jia Dongxu to take her away, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Lu Banxia also suppressed her laughter, covering her mouth tightly with her hand to prevent herself from laughing out loud.
Seeing that everyone in the courtyard was looking at Jia Zhangshi as if she were a clown, Qin Huairu quickly helped Jia Zhangshi up and whispered in her ear:
"Mom, don't embarrass yourself at the hospital-wide meeting and make a fool of yourself. If you can secure some benefits for your subordinates, then it's not too late for you to do this."
Upon hearing this, Madam Jia glared fiercely at everyone in the courtyard and burst into a tirade:
"What are you laughing at? Just because my family is having a hard time, does that mean yours is? You heartless ingrates deserve to starve to death."
These words immediately aroused public outrage.
Aunt Li pointed at Jia Zhangshi and yelled, "Jia Zhangshi, explain yourself! How are we heartless? How are we ingrates? You used to steal our cabbages all the time, and when I told you not to, you became a heartless ingrate?"
Aunt Zhang chimed in, "Jia Zhangshi, you really can't say anything nice. Twenty years ago you borrowed a bowl from me and still haven't returned it. Ten years ago you borrowed a needle from me and still haven't returned it. Recently you asked to borrow another needle, and I refused to lend it to you. Does that mean it's my fault?"
As if it were a matter of course, Jia Zhangshi stiffened her neck and shouted:
"I borrowed it through my own abilities, why should I pay it back?"
"Alright!"
Yan Fugui gestured with his hand: "Talking about these old, trivial matters now won't make things clear even if we do it for ages. Let's discuss how to get through this difficult time."
When everyone in the courtyard saw that Yan Fugui had spoken, they no longer wanted to argue with Jia Zhangshi and all turned their attention to the three old men.
"Uncle, Uncle, Uncle, Uncle, you are the managers of this compound. Tell me, what should we do now? The rations have been reduced by another 10%. How are we supposed to survive?"
"Yes, you three old men can't just abandon us, or we really won't be able to survive."
"Uncle, Uncle, Uncle, Uncle, last time the ration was reduced, our courtyard selected four families in need. Uncle, Uncle, and Wang Feng's family, who were relatively well-off, helped these four families. Now the ration has been reduced by another 10%, and most families in our courtyard can't make ends meet. What are we going to do?"
Yan Fugui nodded to Yi Zhonghai, but Yi Zhonghai ignored him and simply didn't care.
There are no more caregivers for Yi Zhonghai in the nursing home now, so what's the point of him caring about these things? What Yi Zhonghai cares about most now is to find someone to care for him as soon as possible, and then take revenge on Qin Huairu and Bang Geng, making them pay the price for deceiving him.
Seeing this, Yan Fugui looked at Liu Haizhong again, but Liu Haizhong pretended to be dead and didn't even look at him.
Left with no other option, Yan Fugui stepped forward and said, "Quiet down, everyone, please be quiet."
"Our compound has always been a civilized compound, and we absolutely cannot allow anyone to starve to death."
"Right now, people all over the country are tightening their belts and making ends meet. Everyone is having a hard time. However, there are indeed a few families in our compound who are living relatively comfortably. As Director Wang just mentioned, we should encourage these families to help those in need so that we can get through this difficult time together."
"What do you all think we should do?"
"What else can we do? I suggest that Uncle Yi, Uncle Er, and Wang Feng's family contribute more money and food to help other families in need, otherwise we won't be able to survive!"
"I agree. The first uncle is an eighth-level fitter, earning 99 yuan a month, which is more than enough to cover his expenses. The second uncle is a seventh-level forger, earning over 177 yuan a month. And then there's Wang Feng's family, a dual-income family, whose combined monthly income is 5 yuan, the highest in our institute. They should contribute more money to help families in need."
"It's not just those three families. Xu Damao's family is a dual-income family, and their financial situation has always been quite comfortable. They can also help families in need. And Lu Banxia, this new neighbor, has a fixed allowance, and she lives alone. She can't even spend all of her monthly salary, so she can also help families that are a little bit in need."
Upon hearing this person's words, Xu Damao and Lu Banxia both frowned, as did Wang Feng and Qin Jingru, and they all looked at the person.
The speaker was Li Desheng, the son of Aunt Li from the front yard. He currently works at a steel rolling mill as a level-two fitter. However, his family of five relies solely on him for support. With the current price of cornmeal and his salary of 38.5 yuan, it is indeed quite difficult for him to support his family.
"I agree."
"agree."
I agree.
Seeing that everyone agreed with Li Desheng, Yan Fugui looked at Xu Damao and Lu Banxia and asked:
"Xu Damao, Lu Banxia, would you two be willing to donate some money and food each month to help the people in the hospital?"
Li Sumei tugged at Xu Damao's sleeve, trying to get him to refuse, when she heard Xu Damao say:
"No problem, I'm willing to donate five yuan every month to help families in need in the hospital. After all, we're all in the same hospital, and I'll help as much as I can. But as you all know, I was injured a while ago and I'm still not fully recovered, so that's all I can do to help."
"it is good."
"Well done, Xu Damao."
"Xu Damao is a real man."
When Li Sumei heard that Xu Damao was willing to donate five yuan every month, she was so anxious that she jumped up and down. If there weren't so many people here, she would have definitely had a big fight with Xu Damao.
Seeing this, Wang Feng nodded slightly to Lu Banxia.
He didn't want Lu Banxia to become the target of public criticism. After all, it was only five yuan, which was nothing to him. As long as it wasn't donated to the Jia family, it was fine.
Lu Banxia nodded, stood up and said, "I am also willing to donate five yuan to families in need every month. As you all know, I have only been working for a short time and I don't have much savings. Moreover, my salary is not high, so donating five yuan is the limit for me."