"Open the door quickly!" Xia Hongjun suddenly woke up.

Chen Zhaodi hurried over and pushed the door, but she couldn't push it open with little strength.

“Get out of here!”

Xia Hongjun roared, took a few steps back, rushed forward and raised his right foot and kicked hard towards the door!

With a "bang", the door was knocked open, and a piercing pain came from his ankle instantly. Xia Hongjun rushed into the room without caring about so much.

Fortunately, the bedroom door was open, and Xia Hongjun hugged Zhang Chunfang's legs and pushed them up desperately, and shouted at Chen Zhaodi: "Hurry up, go up and untie the rope!"

Chen Zhaodi hurriedly helped up the bench that had fallen to the ground and climbed up. Aunt Wu also realized that she had found a pair of scissors from somewhere and handed them to Chen Zhaodi.

The girl cut the rope tremblingly. With the help of Mrs. Wu, Xia Hongjun tried hard to put Zhang Chunfang flat on the ground and touched the artery of her neck.

Fortunately, the pulse was beating slightly, but the nostrils had no breath, and it seemed that it was not long.

Without caring about so many things, Xia Hongjun knelt on the ground, gently raised his chin forward with his hands, and took artificial respiration to Zhang Chunfang's mouth.

After a few minutes, Zhang Chunfang woke up slowly and tears came out when she saw that it was Xia Hongjun and the others.

"The ground is cold, help her lie on the bed." Xia Hongjun said that he was about to turn around, but he didn't expect that the heart-wrenching pain came from his right foot and he staggered and fell to the ground without standing firmly.

"Xia Hongjun, what's wrong with you?" Chen Zhaodi shouted in panic.

"It's okay, help me up first."

Chen Zhaodi hurriedly helped Xia Hongjun up and let him sit on the stool, and helped Zhang Chunfang on the ground with Aunt Wu to slowly support him on the bed.

"Chunfang, what's wrong with thinking? Why do you have to hang yourself?" Aunt Wu sat at the head of the bed and sighed.

Zhang Chunfang closed her eyes and tears just flowed but didn't say anything.

At this time, two men ran into the door, Xia Mingshan and Yang Jianshe. They went out to do business and returned to the factory and heard from the female worker that Xia Hongjun and others rushed to Zhang Chunfang's house. They suddenly felt something was wrong and rushed over by bike.

When they saw the rope and bench on the bedroom floor, they immediately understood what had just happened. The two looked at each other and their faces turned pale.

If Zhang Chunfang really hangs herself and spreads it, the factory will cause big trouble and public opinion alone will not be able to stand it. What about her relatives who will go to the factory to make trouble?

Xia Mingshan was about to ask Zhang Chunfang, but was stopped by Xia Hongjun: "Dad, let's go out first and let Aunt Wu accompany her."

Xia Mingshan knew Guang immediately understood what Xia Hongjun meant and signaled Yang Jianshe to go out with him. Chen Zhaodi hurriedly wanted to leave, but was stopped by Xia Hongjun.

"Wait."

"What's wrong?"

"Help me."

Oops...

Forgot this.

The girl was a little embarrassed and quickly helped Xia Hongjun to limp out of the room.

The four of them stood under the vines in the yard, anxiously waiting for the news in the house. After a while, Aunt Wu came out before she told her Long Quzhi.

It turned out that Zhang Chunfang raised three children alone, two daughters and one son, and the family was in financial difficulties. The children's clothes were all worn by the older ones and then given to the younger ones.

The youngest daughter, ten years old, doesn't want her sister to wear the old short sleeves. She said that many classmates in the class are wearing cultural shirts and are very beautiful and have to ask for a new one.

The selling of cultural shirts is more expensive than other short-sleeved shirts in summer. You only cost about twenty yuan a month, so how can you buy a family of four?

Seeing his daughter's tears, Zhang Chunfang felt uncomfortable, and she gritted her teeth and wanted to get one from the factory.

Thinking that I still have two children who cannot be biased, I just took three pieces without doing the second part.

Anyway, the factory does not count the sewn clothes every day, so maybe they will get away with it. Unfortunately, the workshop director asked the inspector to check the number of clothes today, and he was caught.

After being scolded by Yang Jianshe, the sisters complained and scolded. When they got home, their youngest daughter cried and asked for new clothes. Zhang Chunfang thought that her salary and bonus this month were gone, how could she support her family?

The grievances and pains that have been suffered over the years suddenly surged into my heart. Zhang Chunfang was suddenly discouraged and felt that living was too tired and boring, so she waited for the children to hang themselves after they went to school.

Dead, die, die a hundred deaths.

But unexpectedly, Xia Hongjun discovered her in time and rescued her again.

After hearing Aunt Wu's words, everyone fell into silence.

"Brother-in-law, I blamed me for not handling this." Yang Jianshe felt guilty.

"You can't blame you completely. You act according to the rules." Xia Mingshan actually knew very well that Yang Jianshe did nothing wrong, but the attitude and way of dealing with things in a young age are not very appropriate."

"Dad, uncle, now is not the time to talk about responsibility." Xia Hongjun leaned against the grape trellis, grinning in pain, but he still had to speak: "The most important thing is to deal with Zhang Chunfang's affairs."

After saying that, he turned to look at Aunt Wu: "Aunt Wu, don't go to work this afternoon, comfort her, and don't tell anyone about this!"

"I know, then I'll go in." Aunt Wu turned around and wanted to enter the room.

"Wait." Xia Mingshan suddenly called out to Aunt Wu: "Tell her, have a good rest and don't think about it. The deduction of salary and bonus is based on the factory system, and no one is exceptional. But their family is in a difficult situation, so the factory decided to give her 30 yuan subsidy, and... I will give her three cultural shirts."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell her." Aunt Wu was immediately delighted.

This doesn't mean that there is no deduction of money.

Things came to an end here. Xia Mingshan and Yang Jianshe were about to rush back to the factory. They looked at Xia Hongjun with a look of pain and said, "Xiaojun, your feet are fine?"

"It's okay, you guys are busy with yours. I'll ask Zhaodi to take me home."

After the two left, Chen Zhaodi looked at Xia Hongjun with a feeling of distress: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts a little, you ride a bike to take me home... Forget it, go to the hospital."

Chen Zhaodi did not dare to neglect her. She helped Xia Hongjun sit carefully behind the car. Her bicycle was not of high quality and was afraid of falling down, so she simply pushed him to the county people's hospital in the scorching sun.

After registering, I went to the surgical ward on the second floor. The doctor asked him about the general situation and immediately asked him to take the video. The result was very sad.

His right foot actually broke! He needed to rest in bed.

Damn it!

My ribs were broken last year, and this year I had a fracture of my right foot...

The doctor gave him a cast and told him to rest well and not to run around. In the end, Chen Zhaodi took him home on a bicycle and carried him to the third floor again.

My mother Yang Jianlian just returned home and saw that her son was actually carried back by a girl. She was shocked and asked quickly what was going on.

Sitting on the sofa, Xia Hongjun briefly said the story, and Yang Jianlian also sighed.

"I know a little bit about Zhang Chunfang's family. It's really hard for a woman to have three children... Isn't it just three short-sleeved ones? It's not worth a few dollars to force others to hang! It makes you kick and break your feet. When the construction comes to the night, I have to scold him!"

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Chapter completed!