After getting the letter of guarantee signed by Jia Zhang, Director Wang ran from the police station to the courtyard.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and handed the guarantee letter to Qin Huairu: "Nuo, your parents-in-law signed it, please lend her back quickly!"
"Director Wang, don't worry. If I, Qin Huairu, say it, it will be like a nail on the wall."
Qin Huairu carefully folded the guarantee letter, hid it in the back room, and called Banggan to go to the police station together.
Seeing Qin Huairu, Jia Zhang swallowed her foam and put on a smile: "Huairu, are you here to pick me up?"
Qin Huairu glanced at her disdainfully, ignored her, and turned to look at the police comrade next to her: "Comrade, I want to take Mrs. Jia Zhang away."
The police comrade handed over a piece of paper and said, "Here are the procedures. You just need to sign your name on it."
Jia Zhang was detained here, and the comrades at the police station also felt a headache. The old woman's mouth felt as if she had eaten shit, it was so smelly.
Moreover, she was old, and there was no way to force her to attend the study class. The decision from above had already been made, and they had long been looking forward to Qin Huairu coming to pick her up.
After signing her name on the document, Qin Huairu led Jia Zhang out of the police station. She looked at Banggeng and said, "Banggeng, take your grandma back. I'll go to the street office to get the paper box."
Bangge responded and was about to lead Jia Zhang away, but Jia Zhang stopped. She originally thought that the paper box was just Qin Huairu's casual talk, but she didn't expect that she would be serious.
She, Mrs. Jia Zhang, has not had a serious job in decades. She didn’t expect that she would still have to paste paper boxes when she is getting old. How can she survive the rest of her life?
In the past, Mrs. Jia Zhang must have cursed loudly, but now she is suspected of being a bad element. If Qin Huairu really uses this as a reason to prevent her from returning to the courtyard, she really has no choice.
Mrs. Jia Zhang turned around and took Qin Huairu's hand, and said with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, I am not an old woman who can do such a complicated job as pasting paper boxes, I think I'll just forget it."
Forget it? Qin Huairu still expects Jia Zhang’s paper boxes to make money for her, how can she forget it?
According to the regulations of the subdistrict office, you can get five cents for every hundred match boxes you paste. Even if Jia and Zhang are slower, they can paste two hundred match boxes in one day, right?
That's 1 cent, which means you can earn three yuan a month, which is enough for the Jia family to buy stick noodles.
Qin Huairu walked slowly to Jia Zhang, stared into her eyes and said, "If you don't fulfill the agreement, I will send you back to Jiajiazhuang now. I think Director Wang from the subdistrict office should be able to understand my approach!"
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Qin Huairu was originally taller than Jia Zhang, and the way she looked down put unimaginable pressure on Jia Zhang's psychology. Coupled with her serious expression, Jia Zhang was so frightened that she trembled.
He lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "It's just a matchbox, what's the big deal? There's no need for this!"
Qin Huairu ignored Jia Zhang and turned around to leave.
When Jia Zhang returned to the courtyard, she found that the old sisters from the past hid far away when they saw her, and she felt a little uncomfortable.
She then pulled others to explain: "I was implicated by Yi Zhonghai, I'm really not a bad element!"
But those old sisters of hers were originally the kind of people who had the upper hand and the western family. They would make up something for you even if they had nothing to do. Now that they see the Jia Zhang family in trouble, they will definitely step on it a few times.
Soon, the news that Jia Zhang was a bad element spread throughout the neighborhood.
Qin Huairu was happy to see this situation and brought back many paper boxes every day.
Mrs. Jia Zhang could only stay at home pasting matchboxes. Pasting paper boxes was a very easy task, but Ms. Jia Zhang was so tired every day that her back ached.
Looking at the mountains of boxes, Jia Zhang felt that she should find a way to move Qin Huairu, otherwise she would really lose her life here.
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Li Donglai was happy with the changes that had taken place in the Jia family. Regardless of whether Jia Zhang was sincere or not, she had indeed begun to work.
This year, labor is the most glorious. By the end of the year, Siheyuan will definitely be praised by the neighborhood office for this matter.
Of course, if Jia Zhang can persist until the end of the year.
When he met Qin Huairu, Li Donglai simply praised Qin Huairu and then focused his energy on finding Huang Liren.
According to the archives, the place where Huang Liren lived had a strange name called Guimenguan Hutong.
Even though Li Donglai knew that there were many strange alley names in Beijing, he was still shocked when he saw this name.
The residents who live in Guimenguan Hutong must be very nervous when they go home every day.
"Master, where do you live?"
"Ghost Gate Alley!"
"..."
The two of them greeted each other in the street, and the person who asked the question must have been so frightened that he trembled.
What made Li Donglai even more surprised was that he looked through the map of the capital and asked several people, but he couldn't find where Guimenguan Hutong was.
It wasn't until Li Donglai mentioned this matter to Gu Shen one day that he learned from Gu Shen that Guimenguan Hutong was the name of the previous dynasty. It was located on the west side of Xuanwu Liulichang Road and north of the road. It was later renamed Guoguan Hutong because it is now closer to the iron factory.
, known as Tiechang Hutong.
One morning, Li Donglai took advantage of his free time at work and rode his bicycle to the west side of Liulichang Road. Following the direction carefully pointed out, he found a very small alley, which was only more than one meter wide and contained seven or eight households.
, the other side is Xibeiyuan Hutong.
Li Donglai pushed his bicycle into the alley, stopped in front of the third house, and knocked on the door.
"Who!"
With a squeaking sound, a burly man wearing blue and black overalls opened the door.
The big man's blue and black work uniform has the logo of the iron factory on it. He should be a worker in the iron factory.
The big man stared at Li Donglai with his big copper bell-like eyes: "Comrade, who are you looking for?"
Li Donglai smiled and said: "Brother, does Huang Liren live here?"
"Huang, Huang Liren? I've never heard of this name." The big man thought for a moment, but didn't think of it. He stretched out his hand to close the door, but was stopped by Li Donglai.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Comrade, he may have lived here more than ten years ago. Think about it again."
Seeing that the big man was in trouble, Li Donglai took out a cigarette and handed it to him.
The big man looked at the cigarette box, hurriedly reached out to take the cigarette, and carefully clamped it on his ear: "Big-brimmed hat, hey, you are such a particular person. You have asked everyone right today, everyone in this compound is a steel factory
They must not have known about the people who were assigned later, but hey! The uncle Liu next door to me moved to this compound twenty years ago. Come in, I will take you to see him. By the way, my name is Hao Yaoliang.
He's a coal shoveler at the ironworks."
Li Donglai nodded: "Hello, Comrade Hao, my surname is Li."
While talking, Li Donglai followed Hao Yaoliang into the courtyard.
The courtyard is much smaller than the courtyard courtyard. There is only one courtyard. The large tile-roofed house is full of residents. Clothes are hung to dry on the ropes under the eaves. A few children are digging for earthworms in the corner.
When a child saw Hao Yaoliang, he ran over and pointed at Li Donglai and asked, "Hao Hao, is this your friend?"
Hao Yaoliang stretched out his hand and took the child aside: "Get out of here, you big head Hao, my name is Hao Yaoliang!"
When the children heard this, they burst into cheers: "Hahaha, Datou, Datou doesn't have to worry about rain."
Hao Yaoliang shook his head helplessly and sneered at Li Donglai: "These brats are so damn good at making things up."
While talking, Hao Yaoliang pushed open the door of a wing on the west side. The room was dark, and Hao Yaoliang shouted into the room: "Uncle Liu, are you staying home?"
With a "click" sound, someone turned on the light on the roof, and a man sat in a wheelchair, looking up and down at Li Donglai.
Hao Yaoliang hurriedly stepped forward and introduced: "Uncle Liu, this comrade's surname is Li. He is here to inquire about someone."
Uncle Liu turned his wheelchair and came to Li Donglai and said: "Hello, Comrade Li."
Li Donglai quickly handed cigarettes to Uncle Liu and Hao Yaoliang, and then asked slowly: "Uncle Liu, do you remember a man named Huang Liren? He may have lived in this compound more than ten years ago."
"Huang Liren?" Uncle Liu took the cigarette, lit it with a match, took a deep breath, and spit out a sentence along with the white smoke: "There seemed to be a man named Huang Liren in the compound before, and he lived in the east wing.
Here, it is said that he is a worker in the steel rolling mill."
As he said that, he raised his head and stared at Li Donglai and asked: "But he moved away when he was five years old. Why are you asking about him? Are you his relative?"
Li Donglai waved his hands quickly: "I'm not a relative, that's what it is. I also work in a steel rolling mill. Now our factory's finance department is cleaning up old accounts and found that Huang Liren forgot to pay a subsidy when he resigned, so he sent me to come and collect the money."
Give the money to Huang Liren."
Hearing that he was here to give money, Hao Yaoliang's eyes shone, he patted his thigh and said: "It's so special for my mother's legs. No wonder people in the capital say that the steel rolling mill is the best unit. The subsidies from more than ten years ago were also specially
Send someone to deliver it.
Look at our iron factory, we can’t even pay out the monthly subsidy, it’s like the sky is like the sky and the earth is like the earth.”
Li Donglai did not answer him, but looked at Uncle Liu calmly: "Uncle, do you know where Huang Liren has moved? I want to send the money there."
Uncle Liu frowned and thought for a long time. He didn't think about it until he finished smoking a cigarette. He shook his head and said: "You also know the situation back then. It was very chaotic. Many people came and left in the courtyard.
"Huang Liren didn't seem to like talking much when he was in the courtyard. I only nodded to him and didn't pay attention to what time he left."
Seeing this situation, Li Donglai could only stand up and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to bother you. If you think of anything, you can come..."
Looking at Uncle Liu's two empty trouser legs, Li Donglai continued: "You can ask brother Yaoliang to tell me in the security department of the steel rolling mill."
Uncle Liu seemed to be very willing to cooperate: "Don't worry, this is a good thing to give money to Huang Liren."
After chatting for a while, Li Donglai stood up and left the house. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a young man wearing a steel rolling mill work uniform entering the house anxiously.
There were trivial sounds inside the house.
"Dad, how are you today?"
"..."
Li Donglai withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Hao Yaoliang: "Brother Yaoliang, who was that just now?"
While talking, Li Donglai did not forget to give Hao Yaoliang another cigarette.
Hao Yaoliang rubbed his hands, took the cigarette, and said with an embarrassed smile: "How dare I still smoke your cigarette! A pack of big-brimmed hats costs 1 yuan, and one hat costs 5 cents. I made a lot of money today."
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Li Donglai smiled and said: "Smoking and drinking are not separated from each other. We are all friends. Why are you so polite? By the way, who was that person just now?"
Hao Yaoliang smiled honestly: "He is Uncle Liu's son, his name is Liu Zhen. By the way, Liu Zhen seems to also work in your steel rolling mill."
"Really?" Li Donglai raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He didn't find Huang Liren, but met a man with no lower limbs. This man was an old resident of the compound, and his son still worked in the steel rolling mill. What a coincidence.
Bar?
Li Donglai never believed in so-called coincidences.
He also lit a cigarette, took a puff, flicked the ashes, and asked casually, "By the way, what's Uncle Liu's name? And he has a son. He couldn't have been born without legs, right?"
Hao Yaoliang himself is an honest person, and he seems to have regarded Li Donglai as a friend at this time. Almost everyone in the compound knows about this matter, and there is nothing to hide.
"To be honest, I really don't know Uncle Liu's original name. Not only do I not know, but other people in the compound probably don't know either. The big guys only know that he is the earliest resident in the compound, and they usually call him '
Uncle Liu'.
Uncle Liu is the steward of the compound, and no one dares to ask his name in person.
As for his legs, I once heard Liu Zhen, Uncle Liu’s son, talk about it. It is said that Liu Zhen used to drive a car. In a car accident, his lower limbs were amputated and he could only sit in a wheelchair from then on.
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However, don’t look at Uncle Liu sitting in a wheelchair all day long. He is quite powerful. Last time, a few young boys from the alley next door came to make trouble. The adults all went to work. Uncle Liu came out in a wheelchair and used bricks and eggs.
Knocked them all down."
Li Donglai: "It seems that Uncle Liu is really a powerful person. By the way, I have something to do now, so I will leave first. If you have any news about Huang Liren, go to the steel rolling mill and tell me."
Before Li Donglai left, he thrust the remaining half pack of big-brimmed hats into Hao Yaoliang's hand.
Hao Yaoliang held the cigarette, grinning from ear to ear, patting his chest and promising: "Don't worry!"
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After leaving the iron factory compound, Li Donglai parked his bicycle by the roadside, smoked a cigarette and thought carefully.
Uncle Liu was probably nearly forty years old, and Huang Liren was exactly twenty-seven years old in 1956. Nine years later, he was about thirty-six years old.
There is not much age difference between the two.
Also, more than ten years ago, not many people could drive. Huang Liren’s files show that he could drive.
It seems very likely that Uncle Liu is Huang Liren.
Just wanted to verify this, more evidence is needed.
Uncle Liu is the steward in the iron factory compound, so the street office in this area should have information about Uncle Liu.
Li Donglai had no acquaintances in this area, so he rode his bicycle to the Siheyuan Street Office.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qin Huairu placing a pile of matchboxes on Director Wang's desk.
"Director, these are two hundred matchboxes."
"Here, here is 1 yuan. You have taken it. How much more do you want to receive this time?"
