Siheyuan: The Final Winner

"Dongxu, you died so miserable!"

As soon as Jia Zhang arrived at the workshop, he saw blood all over the floor and Jia Dongxu who was only half body.

Immediately, he fell to the ground, wailing endlessly, his face ashen.

Qin Huairu was also terribly frightened, and staggered to sit next to Jia Zhangshi, sobbing and crying.

Director Yang glanced at them, stepped forward and sighed:

"Are you Jia Dongxu's family members? The factory is also very sad when something like this happened. Please let us know your condolences."

"The results of the investigation have come out. The accident was caused by Jia Dongxu's failure to follow the operating procedures."

"The top priority is to let Comrade Jia Dongxu die as soon as possible, and the factory will also issue appropriate pensions."

Jiazhang regained his composure, widened his eyes, gritted his teeth and rushed forward to grab Director Yang, angrily said:

"My son is dead, do you know that my son is dead! You pay for my son, woo woo..."

Director Yang frowned and said, "Family members, please calm down. The most important thing now is to do a good job in Jia Dongxu's aftermath."

Yi Zhonghai bent forward and said to Qin Huairu:

"Huairu, hurry up and persuade your mother-in-law, it won't help if this trouble continues."

Qin Huairu came back to her senses, seeing that it was Yi Zhonghai, she was startled, she hid back, and quickly got up from the ground.

"Mom, mom, don't cry, let's put Dongxu away first!" Qin Huairu said, wiping away tears.

Death is the greatest thing!

Although Jia Zhang is unreasonable, he doesn't want his son to be in peace.

So he cheered up and cooperated with the factory to collect Jia Dongxu.

Yi Zhonghai, He Yuzhu, Liu Haizhong, Liu Guangqi and other workers in the rolling mill of the Siheyuan also asked for leave to help.

In accordance with the "Draft Amendment to the Implementation Rules of the Labor Insurance Regulations" promulgated in 1953.

For workers who die on the job, the rolling mill will pay three months' average wages as funeral expenses.

The average salary of a rolling mill is more than 30 yuan per month.

Factory Manager Yang posted some in private, made up a whole number, and awarded the Jia family 100 yuan as funeral expenses.

Jia Dongxu was first sent to the crematorium for cremation, and was not transported back to the courtyard to be placed in the mourning hall until noon.

At noon, Jiang Ping'an and Xu Damao returned to the rolling mill and immediately found out about Jia Dongxu's accident.

So the two immediately turned around and returned to the courtyard.

Except for the children who were in school, all the adults who went to work in the courtyard came back.

Everyone was smiling and wanted to eat.

However, at noon, the members of Jia's family remained still.

It seems that they don't intend to invite people to dinner, and they all temporarily dispersed and went home.

Jia's.

Stick was called back from school, and now he was kneeling in front of Jia Dongxu's head and burning paper.

But there was no sadness on his face, but a little joy in his heart.

"My dad is dead, no one will beat me anymore." Bang Gan said happily in his heart.

"There is one less adult in the family to eat, let me eat all the extra, and I should be full."

The eyes of Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu sitting next to her were swollen from crying, and they were also very tired at the moment.

The room was billowing with cigarette smoke, a little choking.

Jiazhang regained his composure, glanced at Qin Huairu, and a look of worry flashed across his eyes.

Although she used to dislike Qin Huairu often.

But he also knows that this daughter-in-law has a good reputation in all aspects, and she is worthy of her Dongxu.

But now that Jia Dongxu is dead, Qin Huairu may remarry.

Even, she will go back and forth, and the Jia family may be left without successors.

But this is not the time to talk about it. Jia Zhang pressed her worry and said in a hoarse voice:

"Huairu, Uncle Yi reminded me on the way back earlier."

"We should declare Dongxu's pension earlier to prevent any changes."

"Both of us are women, we have never worked in a factory, and we have no records."

"Say, do you want to ask Master Yi to help us with this matter?"

Qin Huairu shook her head, and replied: "Mom, Uncle Yi is a hypocritical villain who eats meat but doesn't spit out bones."

"Although he kindly reminded you, he actually didn't mean well. It's better to ask Jiang Pingan than to ask him."

anyway.

When Jia Dongxu passed away, she was also the first to hear the news, her head went blank, and she cried fiercely.

Now that he calmed down, he felt a little secretly happy.

Jia Dongxu is dead, but the job is still there.

At home, Jia Zhang is too lazy to work, so he will definitely not go to work, only Qin Huairu is suitable for the job.

In this way, she can convert from a farmer to a non-farmer and have an urban hukou.

The child's household registration follows the mother's, and Banggen and Xiaodang naturally also have urban household registration.

With urban hukou, there is grain ration.

Although Sticky and Xiaodang are still children.

But after adding Qin Huairu's quota, it is still much more than Jia Dongxu's alone.

And in the future, as the child grows up, the ration will increase until adulthood.

So for Qin Huairu and the children.

Jia Dongxu passed away. Although the Jia family lost their mainstay, the benefits outweighed the disadvantages.

Jiazhang's spirit shook, and he nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, and replied:

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's ask Jiang Ping'an, this kid has always been reliable in his work!"

"I heard workers talking about him being promoted to director in the morning, and I don't know if it's true or not."

"It's really a mistake. I didn't expect his official luck to be so good."

"Now that Dongxu has gone, if we want to have a good time in the courtyard, we need to find a backer."

"You are in the same commune with him, and you can get by on the surface. You will have to deal with him more in the future."

After a pause, she hesitated, and discussed: "I have some problems with him."

"The matter of the pension still requires Huairu to come forward and ask him for help."

"I heard from Uncle Yi that there are two kinds of pensions, one-time payment and monthly payment, and each has its own level."

"Speak nice things to Jiang Ping'an, and ask him to help us fight for more."

"Otherwise, how will our family live!"

As an old widow, she has been able to run amok in the courtyard for many years, so she naturally has a way of survival.

In fact, after Jia Dongxu offended Yi Zhonghai, she wanted to ask Qin Huairu to make peace and let Jiang Pingan protect Jia's family.

As for why Jia Dongxu wasn't allowed to beg Jiang Ping'an, it was because they didn't deal with each other.

Let Jia Dongxu come forward, it may be counterproductive.

But I didn't expect that Jia Dongxu died before this matter could be done...

Qin Huairu nodded and said: "When he returns to the courtyard, I will go to him immediately."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Ping'an and Xu Damao's voices were heard outside the door.

The two got up quickly.

Jiang Pingan stepped into the room, looked left and right, sighed secretly, and said:

"Why did something happen? You can't come back to life after death, so you'd better just mourn!"

Xu Damao then said: "Let you curse others every day, and now it falls on your own head?"

"Xu Damao, get the fuck out of here, you are not welcome in our family!" Jia Zhang said angrily.

Jiang Ping'an was speechless, but Xu Damao was so virtuous that he was always fussy.

"Cut, it makes me feel like I rarely come to your house." Xu Damao cut, turned and left.

Jia Zhang gritted her teeth and looked at his back with resentment.

But he didn't want to disturb Jia Dongxu's tranquility by making a fuss right now.

Qin Huairu sighed: "You came just in time, we were talking about you, Dongxu's pension..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ping'an waved his hand and said, "This is not a place to talk about things, come to my house and talk in detail!"

Qin Huairu glanced sideways at Jia Zhang, saw her nodding silently, and followed her out.