When Yan Jiecheng came back to spend Sunday again, the courtyard had changed.
The third uncle no longer guarded the door, and strangers came and went in and out of the courtyard in waves.
There were bursts of miserable howls from the middle courtyard.
"My son, why did you leave like this? How will my mother live if you leave?"
"Please forgive me, my son was fine when I left in the morning."
What is supposed to come will always come, and Yan Jiecheng also thought about whether he could prevent this from happening.
Without Jia Dongxu's death, maybe there wouldn't be so much right and wrong in the courtyard house in the future.
But Yan Jiecheng found that he couldn't do it. By the time he got to know Siheyuan, Jia Dongxu had already become a photo.
Why did Jia Dongxu die? When did he die? There is no way of knowing.
Yan Jiecheng put the fruits and vegetables he had brought back into the kitchen and went to the courtyard.
Then I saw that all the prominent people in the courtyard were crowded in the middle courtyard.
There was a coffin placed at the door of Jia's house. Mrs. Jia Zhang sat on the ground and cried loudly.
Qin Huairu cried silently with a big belly.
Several people wearing Chinese tunic suits, who looked like leaders of the steel rolling mill, were trying to persuade the Jia family.
"Sister-in-law, please cheer up. Dongxu has left. You still have children. You still have to take care of the funeral arrangements." The elder Yi Zhonghai said with a serious face.
"Sister-in-law, look at the process. It has to be organized now." The second uncle also said with a serious face.
"While it's still early, we have to go shopping as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to catch up." Yan Bugui said.
"Master, we all listen to you. You can make arrangements for the funeral." Qin Huairu was smart enough to regain her senses first.
"Then the second uncle and the third uncle are going to buy things. Silly Zhu, Xu Damao and you and the young guys will build a funeral shed and set up the mourning hall."
"Sister-in-law, look at the purchasing costs. How much are you going to spend? What are you going to buy? Should you buy good ones or ordinary ones?" Yan Bugui looked at Jia Zhang and said.
When Mrs. Jia Zhang heard this, she wanted to ask her for money. She tilted her head and went away, pretending to faint.
Aren’t you underestimating Yanbu Gui? Yanbu Gui can make you hold on to your money.
"Quick, pinch him. Jia Zhang fainted. He kept pinching him until he woke up. Lao Yi, what do you think we should do about this?"
Mrs. Jia Zhang came to her senses because the pain from being pinched was so painful. She didn't say anything but cried. She cried without tears. She looked at the factory leader, then at Yi Zhonghai, then at the factory leader, and then at Yi Zhonghai.
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The manager in the factory was horrified at the sight, "Master Yi, there's nothing going on here. We'll go back to the factory first. We don't know how to characterize this matter yet. Because of Jia Dongxu's illegal operation, the factory also lost a machine tool."
The manager of the steel rolling mill said goodbye in a hurry and left. Looking at how old and young the family was, it seemed that they were not easy to mess with.
After the factory leaders left, Jia Zhang stared straight at Yi Zhonghai.
I don’t know what the reason is, and I don’t dare to say it, and I don’t dare to ask.
Suddenly the air became quiet.
Yi Zhonghai, who had no choice but to go home, took out fifty yuan and gave it to the second uncle and the third uncle.
Only then can the process continue.
Relatives and friends have been notified. Those who are close will know about it, and those who are far away will not be able to make it. You can just write a letter to inform them in the future.
Yan Jiecheng didn't know what to do, so he did whatever he was told.
When the work here is done, leave the Jia family to keep vigil.
It wasn't until I got home that I heard from the third uncle what had happened. Jia Dongxu had an accident because he wanted to be lazy and operated the machine tool illegally. The accident happened at that time. The factory paid for a coffin and sent it back.
The matter is not complicated and many people have seen it.
The cause of the accident is clear, but how the factory handles it still needs to be decided at a meeting of factory leaders.
The factory had no such experience before, and the illegal operation caused heavy losses to the factory.
If we don't compensate Jia Dongxu, how will the Jia family live in the future? There will be a group of old, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant women left.
If you want to compensate Jia Dongxu, he has caused such a big loss. What is the point of compensation?
After dinner, I was informed that I had to attend a hospital-wide meeting.
Most of the people at home gathered in the front yard.
There is an Eight Immortals table facing the courtyard door. The first uncle sits in the middle, the second uncle sits on the left side of the table, and the third uncle sits on the right side of the table.
First, the second uncle spoke,
"Today we have a hospital-wide meeting to discuss the Jia family's issues. Everyone basically understands the situation. Dongxu had an accident in the factory and left. How will Dongxu's funeral be handled? How will the Jia family live in the future?
?The next step is for the first man to speak."
The old man stood up and said,
"As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Now the Jia family is encountering difficulties. Dongxu has left, leaving behind an old man, two children, and a pregnant woman. Everyone who is capable can help. Everyone who has money can contribute.
My contribution. Lao Yan records it and I will pay ten yuan."
At that time, the first prince, the emperor's number one loser, expressed his support, "The Jia family is in such difficulty, I will donate ten yuan!"
Then it was the turn of the second uncle. The second uncle was not a stingy person. He made a lot of money, so he donated five yuan to show his status as the second uncle in the courtyard.
The situation of the Jia family also made the third uncle feel compassion. He endured the heartache and said, "I will donate a piece." You can see that the third uncle's face was twisted with pain.
During this period, everyone's life was relatively difficult, and all that was left was a few fifty cents or one yuan.
Originally, things were going smoothly. Silly Zhu was unhappy when he saw Xu Damao donating a piece of money.
"Xu Damao, you earn 40 yuan a month. Two people spend it. Have you spent it all? Sister Qin's family is in such difficulty. You can at least donate ten yuan. Do you have any sympathy?"
"Silly Zhu, are you donating money or stealing money? If you like, you can donate all your salary. I only have the ability to donate one dollar. Do you want it or not? Don't give it back to me!"
When everyone in the courtyard saw the two people quarreling, they all became energetic. If it wasn't just for the sake of eating, who would like to come to the hospital meeting? Just one representative from each family would be enough.
"Xu Damao, if you don't want to donate money, I'll give the local specialties you brought back to Sister Qin's house, and you won't be able to finish them all."
"How do you know I can't finish my meal? Aren't you sending all the lunch boxes you bring every day? How can the Jia family still lack such food?"
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The two people were going back and forth. The first man looked at the two people endlessly, stopped them, and asked everyone to go to Jia's house to help if they were too busy.
Early the next morning, Silly Zhu started knocking on doors, asking everyone to go to Jia's house to help. Jia Dongxu died a sudden death, so he didn't care so much and just buried him as soon as possible.
I also relied on the help of my neighbors for the funeral arrangements. I took advantage of Sunday's day off to help. I didn't have time to help during the weekdays.
Everyone also worked hard for a day, and after a set of procedures, Jia Dongxu was finally laid to rest.
The follow-up matter has nothing to do with the Yan family. Yan Bugui is not a worker in the steel rolling mill. The communication with the factory is left to the first and second uncles who have a good reputation. Silly Zhu, who has many contacts with leaders, asks them to find someone.
