There are more and more people fleeing into the city on the streets, and the frequency of fights and robberies has also become much higher. After dark, it is difficult to see pedestrians on the streets, and even if they are there, they are in groups. No one, male or female, walks alone anymore.
Two weeks later, a fierce fight broke out between the indigenous people and the refugees.
This armed fight came without warning, but it was actually inevitable. More and more people are fleeing the famine and entering the city, and conflicts are increasingly intensifying. And when these contradictions touch on survival issues, they can easily lead to fierce conflicts.
Su Wen heard the news on his way to get off work. He had no idea what this conflict meant. He hurried home and closed the door, feeling uneasy.
Not long after, Su Wen was called out by the Liu brothers to hold a hospital-wide meeting. When Su Wen arrived at the middle courtyard, he found that many people had gathered. He saw that in addition to the three stewards, there was a middle-aged man sitting in the middle seat. The first uncle introduced to everyone: "This is Director Zhao from the sub-district office. Today, he represents the sub-district office to attend the hospital-wide meeting of our No. 95 courtyard."
Director Zhao looked very serious. He stood up and nodded to everyone, and then began to speak: "Hello everyone, I am Zhao Tiansheng from the street office. Everyone knows the current situation and the country is also very difficult. We must unite to get through it. Difficulties. The refugees who have fled are also our compatriots. We cannot watch them starve to death or freeze to death. The neighborhood office hopes to organize a donation to help these displaced compatriots. Donate money, food, and clothing. .”
Director Zhao's words resonated with everyone present, and everyone began to talk about it. Su Wen saw some people starting to applaud, and he also clapped to express his support.
Yi Zhonghai stood up and took the lead in donating 20 yuan. , The second uncle gritted his teeth and also donated 20 yuan. It was the third uncle's turn. The third uncle looked at the two yuan in his hand and hesitated. He was obviously a little embarrassed, but in the end he walked to the donation box firmly and put the two yuan in.
When he put the money in, the scene was a little quiet. Everyone was looking at him, as if waiting for his explanation. The third uncle smiled slightly and said: "Everyone knows the situation in my family. I earn money by myself and spend it on six people. Two yuan is not much, but I hope I can do my part."
Director Zhao took the lead in applauding the third uncle, "Everyone does what you can, and you can't let your family eat because of donations."
Subsequent donations also went smoothly, ranging from five yuan to one cent or two cents. Su Wen himself followed the crowd and donated one yuan.
Director Zhao sorted out the donations and found a total of 69.2 yuan, as well as ten kilograms of cornmeal. He bowed deeply to everyone and said, "Thank you for your support and participation." Watching Director Zhao leave, Yi Zhonghai looked at the cornmeal in Director Zhao's hand as if he had realized something.
"Everyone, wait a minute. Everyone knows the difficulties our Jia family is going through. Only Dongxu has the ration. Can you donate some to my family today?" Jia Zhang stopped everyone from leaving and asked for donations.
This request immediately caused some dissatisfaction. Su Wen frowned. He had no intention of being the first person. Everyone had the same idea. No one wanted to donate money, and no one wanted to offend the Jia family. The scene became strangely quiet.
Everyone looked at each other, and finally focused their attention on Yi Zhonghai.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Yi Zhonghai said: "Everyone also knows that I am Jia Dongxu's master. Logically speaking, I should avoid suspicion. However, the current situation of the Jia family in our courtyard is very difficult. Only Dongxu has a ration, and we can’t just watch his family starve to death.”
He paused, glanced at the dissatisfied people, and then said: "We are all neighbors. We all say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. We should help each other. Now we all see the difficulties of the Jia family. I propose , we all contribute money and efforts together to help the Jia family tide over the difficulties."
After hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, everyone was silent for a moment. Although some people were still reluctant, seeing that Yi Zhonghai stood up and spoke out to help the Jia family, they had no choice but to donate.
As a result, everyone began to donate money, some donated one yuan, some donated 50 cents, and some donated some food and supplies. Su Wen also donated one yuan. He didn't want to cause more trouble. The Jia family is indeed in difficulty now. One person supports three adults and two children on a ration. Although the third uncle's family has a larger population, they all have rations.
Yi Zhonghai gave the donation to Jia Dongxu, which totaled 26 yuan. The first and second uncles donated 15 yuan. Silly Zhu originally wanted to pretend to be an uncle, but the financial power of the family has been in the hands of Yu Li. For the first donation, Silly Zhu donated one yuan, and for the second time, Silly Zhu only donated 50 cents.
The Jia family took the money and went home happily. In the room, Jia Dongxu counted the money again, put it away, and planned to take time to buy cornmeal on the black market.
"Mom, you are so awesome. You can actually get everyone to donate money to help our family." Qin Huairu looked at Jia Zhang with admiration.
"It's nothing. It doesn't matter who I am. I raised Dongxu by myself. Can you be more capable? I've been deprived of my family for a long time." Jia Zhang said without humility. But what she said was quite true.
Completely different from the Jia family's happiness was the second uncle's house and the third uncle's house. The second uncle would beat his son whenever he was unhappy or unhappy. Soon the screams of Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu came from the second uncle's house. The residents were all used to it, and no one wanted to break up the fight, except Xu Damao's daughter-in-law Lou Xiao'e, but she was pulled by Xu Damao. Xu Damao told her that the second uncle spanked the child as often as ordinary people drink water. People's obstruction can end sooner.
The third uncle's mouth twitched with distress, and he felt a sudden pain in his heart when he returned home. He plans to reduce the family's rations tomorrow until he can make up for the 2.5 yuan. The third uncle's decision was immediately opposed by the whole family.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Yan Jiecheng said angrily, "You donated this money, and now you want to reduce our rations. What do you mean?"
"Yes, Dad, you are not doing this right." Yan Jiefang also agreed, "We are hungry every day, and you want to reduce our rations. How can this be done?" Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiejie also stood firmly. Next to my brother.
"Lao Yan, let's forget it this time." The third aunt didn't want to reduce the rations.
The corner of the third uncle's mouth twitched, and he said heartbrokenly: "I know it's really not good for me to do this now, but our current situation is really difficult. The quantitative standard has been lowered twice, what should I do if it is lowered again? How about you? You are a small boy, you eat too much and don’t plan your meals, do you want to starve to death?”
In the end, it was the third uncle Yan Bugui who had the last laugh.
