Water is boiling on the stove.

Li Suhua and Guangming took care of the children, while Zheng Juan and Wang Zhong were in the kitchen cooking dinner.

The fried sauce is ready-made. Zheng Juan learned it from a neighbor in Yanjing. The noodles are also freshly rolled. Just heat up the fried sauce made by Zheng Juan and stew the meatball and pickled cabbage soup. It is a simple dinner.

alright.

At the dinner table, the children were all devouring the food. There was nothing they could do about it. Zheng Juan’s cooking skills were truly unparalleled. No matter how much she ate, she would never get tired of it.

Since moving to Yanjing, fried noodles have become the children’s favorite.

After eating and playing for a while, the children were so cold that they hid under the quilt on the kang, with only their heads exposed.

Li Suhua brought the copper basin, greeted each of them, washed their faces, hands and feet, wiped them clean, and then asked them to get into bed quickly.

First it was Zhou Cong, then Feng Yue, Zhou Ming, and finally Zhou Ling.

When it was little Zhou Ling's turn, it was so warm under the quilt that the little girl couldn't bear to come out.

"Lingling!"

"It's your turn Lingling!"

"Lingling!"

Li Suhua called several times but received no response. When she stood up, she saw that the little girl's eyes were closed, but her sparse eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

The little girl pretended to be asleep. Li Suhua found it funny and took the little girl out of the bed.

"grandmother!"

"cold!"

The little girl immediately felt aggrieved, pouting her mouth, looking pitifully at Li Suhua, her eyes slightly moist.

Li Suhua said with a straight face: "Okay, I can even hang the oil can on my mouth. Wash it quickly and go to bed."

The little girl reluctantly stretched out her hands and raised her head. Li Suhua Ma Liuer used her rough big hands to wash the little girl. Although her big hands were rough, Li Suhua's movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting the cute little girl.

Granddaughter.

Using a towel to wipe the water off her two white and tender feet, Li Suhua stood up and carried the little girl back to the kang. She patted her white and tender feet and said, "Okay, go to sleep now!"

The little girl was too lazy to get up, so she crawled directly into the bed and lay down with her eyes squinted, her face looking full of enjoyment, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and two shallow dimples appearing on both sides of her cheeks.

I didn’t forget to say with emotion: “It’s so warm.”

The children have all gone into bed, and it's hard for the adults to rest. Although the family has a couple who often help with cleaning and ventilation, there is still a lot of work to be done.

As the night got darker, Li Suhua also dozed off.

The children slept with Li Suhua in the outer room, and Zheng Juan and Wang Zhong slept in the back room. Guangming insisted on going back to live in Taiping Hutong, and Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan did not force them to stay. After all, Guangming was now a grown man, and it was different from before.

We can't always let him and Li Suhua squeeze into the same bed.

My own family members know about their own affairs, so they won't think too much about it, but it's hard for outsiders to talk about it. Rumors are the most hurtful, and Guangming is an intelligent and sensitive person, so naturally he doesn't want to see such things.

The next morning, breakfast was still fried noodles with fried eggs, and each of the children had a glass of brewed milk.

After breakfast, Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan went out on their tricycles.

Now there are a large number of people in the family, and everyone is a big eater. When the time comes, Zhou Zhigang and the others will have to come back. There will be a family of nine, and there will be a lot of reserves of rice, flour, grain and oil.

There must also be enough radishes and cabbages in the vegetable cellar.

The big vat under the eaves in the courtyard also had to be filled with frozen meat.

It’s not that I don’t want to prepare other dishes, the main reason is that this season we only have radish and cabbage. Fortunately, we can also choose meat, including pork, mutton, and fresh fish.

Because it is close to the Songhua River, there is no shortage of fish to eat in Jichun. Even in winter, people often dig holes on the river to catch fish.

It was almost noon before the couple returned home with a cart full of supplies.

"Mom! We're back!" The tricycle stopped in the yard, and the couple got out of the car and prepared to move things into the back room.

As soon as they reached the door, the door was opened, and Qiao Chunyan and Cao Debao got out.

"Brother Bingkun, sister-in-law!"

"Chunyan, Debao, are here!"

Both parties quickly greeted each other.

"Brother Bingkun, why are you back?" After saying that, the two of them walked to the tricycle and enthusiastically helped to move the things.

"There are many things, so it's a bit slow." Zheng Juan explained with a smile.

Wang Zhong's eyes flashed slightly, but he said nothing. With help, this action would naturally be faster.

In a short while, a car full of things was almost moved.

In the house, Aunt Qiao and Li Suhua were chatting animatedly, while Zhou Cong, Feng Yue and Qiao Chunyan's son Niu Niu were playing games in the house.

Seeing Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan entering the house, the two children quickly stopped and called for help.

"It's so lively!" Wang Zhong said with a smile.

"Kun'er is back!" Chunyan's mother also smiled and greeted Wang Zhong and the others.

"Aunt Qiao, Chunyan, don't leave later, stay and have lunch together!" The visitors are guests, and Wang Zhong has no habit of turning away guests.

"Sister-in-law, let me help you!" Qiao Chunyan volunteered to help Zheng Juan.

Zheng Juan didn't refuse either.

Cao Debao and Wang Zhong were sitting by the stove talking.

"De Bao, I heard that you have become the workshop director and have become a middle-level leader in the factory. It's okay, kid!" Although Wang Zhong hasn't come back for more than a year, he doesn't think the same thing about the phototypes.

Nothing is known.

In particular, Qu Xiuzhen had always kept in touch with the younger generation in their soy sauce factory. It was from Qu Xiuzhen that she learned about Cao Debao's promotion.

"I'm just a small workshop director. He's not a leader at all. He's incomparable to you." Cao Debao said with some emotion.

"Since Secretary Daqu was transferred, the soy sauce factory's efficiency has been worse than the previous year. There was an accident at the beginning of the year, and we can't even pay out the money for the New Year this year."

In previous years, during the Chinese New Year, soy sauce factories would distribute some soy sauce, vinegar, and MSG to their employees. If there was too much, the employees would exchange it for money.

"There was an accident?" Wang Zhong frowned.

Li Suhua, who was sitting next to Chunyan's mother and talking on the kang, was also surprised when she heard this: "What accident happened? Is it serious?"

Chunyan's mother waved her hand and said with a displeased look on her face: "Hi! Just Gong Bin from the old Gong family caused an accident due to improper operation and wasted three tons of soy sauce."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Speaking of this, Chunyan’s mother felt pain in her face.

"Gong Bin from Gong Weize's family?" Li Suhua asked.

"Who else could he be?" Chunyan's mother said.

Cao Debao said: "Fortunately, it was not a serious accident. Gong Bin himself was slightly injured and stayed in the hospital for several months. The other workers in the factory were all fine. However, there was a minor malfunction in the machine and three tons were wasted."

Not to mention the production of soy sauce, it also delayed production, and the factory's efficiency was greatly affected."

"However, considering Gong Bin's special situation, the factory only punished Gong Bin, but did not ask him to compensate for the losses. It just granted him medical leave in advance."

"If you retreat, then retreat, as long as everything is fine!" Li Suhua patted her chest with a look of fear on her face.

Wang Zhong looked a little helpless, his old lady had such a personality.

"No!" Chunyan's mother also agreed.

But the conversation changed and the gossip started again: "But I'm afraid this year will be difficult for the old Gong family."

"Gong Bin has been in the hospital for several months, and the medical and hospitalization expenses add up to a lot!"

Cao Debao hesitated to speak. The words came to his lips, but he held them back. Fortunately, no one noticed.

Li Suhua sighed and said, "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. No one has the same difficulties." Speaking of this, Li Suhua thought of Zhou Rong and her boss Zhou Bingyi again, and her mood became complicated.

.

"You're celebrating the Chinese New Year, why are you talking about this!" Chunyan's mother waved her hand and directly started chatting with Li Suhua about her daily life, and asked about Li Suhua's life in Yanjing.

In the original plot, after Gong Bin caused an accident, Gong Wei came to them and persuaded Wang Zhong and Cao Debao not to hide the news of his illness from Gong Bin, but to take him with him and go out to run business.

Even the salary was paid out of Gong Weize's own pocket and paid to Gong Bin through the factory's accountant.

But now that the original person is gone, a kind person who does not expect anything in return, no one in the entire soy sauce factory dares to take a mentally ill person like Gong Bin with him, so the issue of his illness is a foregone conclusion.

Cao Debao suddenly came close to Wang Zhong's ear and whispered in a low voice: "I know you are back, I don't know when Gong Weize will have to come find you."

"Looking for me?" Wang Zhong frowned slightly: "Looking for me to borrow money?" In the original plot, it seems that Gong Weize actually borrowed money from the original owner.

Cao Debao patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder: "We are a photo editor, and you, Zhou Bingkun, are famous for being helpful and easy to talk to. Who else can he look for besides you?"

"Gong Bin is a bottomless pit now, but you should be careful!"

As long as Cao Debao doesn't involve himself, he actually has a pretty good character and a good heart. He is beneficial to others and harmless to himself. He is also willing to do things that can help others and still leave a favor.

Sure enough, at night, not long after the Qiao family left, Wang Zhong and the others were about to go to sleep, when suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

Wang Zhong opened the door, and standing outside was Gong Weize in police uniform.

"Uncle Gong, what's going on this late at night?"

"There is indeed something wrong." Gong Weize's face didn't look very good, but he still forced a smile.

"Then come in and talk!" People have come to the door, and they are not enemies. Wang Zhong can't keep people away.

In the room, Wang Zhong poured a cup of hot water for Gong Weize.

After taking a sip of water, Gong Weize went straight to the point: "Bingkun, have you heard about Gong Bin?"

Wang Dian nodded, "I heard from Debao, how is Gong Bin doing now?"

Gong Wei sighed: "What else can I do? I found some connections and found him a temporary job as a street sweeper. I will do it for the time being to prevent him from thinking too much."

"It's better to have a job than to be idle. Now that there are so many educated youth returning to the city, there is only so much work to do. It would be good to have a temporary job first."

"Who says it's not the case!" Gong Weize said with emotion on his face: "I won't hide it from you. Gong Bin was hospitalized for several months and spent almost all the family's money. Although he has been discharged from the hospital now, he still has to pay for it every month.

He has to take medicine, but luckily the soy sauce factory didn't ask him to compensate, otherwise, your little Uncle Gong really wouldn't be able to hold on any longer."

"Every family has a scripture that is difficult for you to recite. Don't be too sad, little Uncle Gong. At least compared to others, you are still a state cadre, carrying an iron rice bowl."

"What kind of cadre? I'm just the director of a small police station. Your aunt is unemployed and there are several children to support at home. My little salary is enough to cover the family's expenses."

Wang Zhongdao: "Little Uncle Gong, it's very cold this night. Let's not beat around the bush. If you have anything to do, just say it. If I can help, I won't be vague."

Gong Wei smiled awkwardly and hurriedly said: "It was Gong Bin's fault. I sold everything I could sell at home a while ago, and I just made up for the holes. But now Gong Bin's monthly salary

The medicine costs only seven or eight yuan, and the whole family has to eat, so I really have no choice."

"I know that you are a capable person. Not only have you been admitted to university, but you can also bring your whole family to live in Yanjing. You are also a great writer. If you have a lot of money, can you lend me some money to you, Xiao Gong?

Uncle, please help me?"

Gong Wei looked at Wang Zhong expectantly, feeling very nervous and afraid that others would find out about this and lose face, so he quietly came over in the middle of the night.

Wang Zhong put his right hand on the table, tapped his index finger lightly on the table, and said with a smile: "Is this money? I do still have some, I can borrow it, but..."

"But what?" Gong Weize's eyes lit up, he grabbed Wang Zhong's hand excitedly, and asked impatiently.

After asking, he realized his gaffe and quickly took his hand back.

"As the saying goes, helping people in emergencies does not help the poor. Uncle Gong, I can lend you money, but you must write down a note stating the time and amount of the loan, as well as the time limit for repayment."

"You still need to establish written evidence?" Gong Weize frowned.

Wang Zhongdao: "The letter is the proof and the signature is the evidence. Uncle Gong, if you are not willing, then I can't help you."

Gong Weize's eyes flickered and he hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth and saying, "I'll do it!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wang Zhong took out the pen and paper, took out the ink pad, placed it in front of Gong Weize, and took out a stack of unity from the space, "Little Uncle Gong, how much do you want to borrow?"

Gong Wei took a look at the money in Wang Zhong's hand, and his heart skipped a beat. He decided to borrow whatever he wanted, so he simply borrowed more. However, he was afraid that he would say too much, so Wang Zhong refused, so he asked tentatively: "Two

Is it okay?"

Seeing that Wang Zhong just smiled and didn't answer, he immediately changed his mind: "If that doesn't work, one hundred and fifty or one hundred will do."

The money in Wang Zhong's hand was less than 300 yuan, so he counted out 20 big unity cards and put them on the table: "Two hundred is two hundred. Little Uncle Gong only needs to sign the receipt and press his fingerprints, and the two hundred yuan will be paid."

I’ll lend it to you.”

"Okay!" Gong Weize immediately picked up the pen and prepared to write, but was stopped by Wang Zhong.

Gong Wei looked at Wang Zhong in confusion.

Wang Zhong smiled slightly, took out his pen, took the letter paper in front of Gong Weize in front of him, and immediately started writing: "Little Uncle Gong, I will write it once, and you will copy it again."

After a moment, Wang Zhong stopped writing and pushed the letter in front of Gong Weize.

I saw it said:

This is Gong Weize, a person from Jichun City, Jiangliao Province. He is currently the director of the Guangzhou Police Station. His ID number...is on January 2, 1979, the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The people from Shengguang Ziphen... borrowed RMB 200 yuan... and agreed to repay the principal on January 2, 1981, without interest.

At the bottom are the signatures of the borrower and the borrower and the time.

Gong Wei looked at Wang Zhong reluctantly: "Is it necessary to write it in such detail?"

Wang Zhongdao: "If you want to establish a written certificate, of course it must look like a written certificate. I don't even want the interest from you. If you are still unwilling, then forgive me for not being able to help."

"I wrote!"

Gong Weize gritted his teeth and started writing.

After finishing writing, Wang Zhong said again: "On these two documents, wherever your name, ID number, date, and loan amount are written, I need you to put your fingerprint on them."

The documents are all set up, and there are no fingerprints left.

Gong Wei then pressed his fingerprints, and Wang Zhong also pressed his fingerprints where his name and ID number were written on the two chapters of the document, and pushed the twenty large unity sheets on the table and the IOU written by himself to Gong Wei

In front of you.

Gong Wei couldn't wait to pick up the money, spit and counted it before stuffing it into his coat pocket.

Next to her, Li Suhua watched the whole process but didn't say a word.

Although Li Suhua was kind-hearted, two hundred yuan was not a small amount. On the contrary, Wang Zhong's caution made Li Suhua agree with him very much.

Wang Zhong also folded the one written by Gong Wei and put it away carefully.

"Little Uncle Gong, it's getting late, so I won't send it away!"

"Thank you Bingkun!" Gong Weize felt mixed emotions in his heart and said gratefully: "Don't worry, I will definitely pay you back as soon as I have money."
Chapter completed!