Siheyuan: Kick the deaf old lady to death with three kicks, it feels so good

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In the crowd, several people who had reported to Liu Haizhong before stared at Liu Haizhong with ugly expressions.

At this moment, they almost hated Liu Haizhong in their hearts.

"Damn it, I didn't expect this old guy to play this trick..."

"He still wants to be the boss? Just wait! I will be the first one to disagree with him."

"Damn it, you shameless bastard."

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From then on, they hated Liu Haizhong in their hearts. Many years later, when Liu Haizhong was elected as an uncle, they took the lead in protesting.

Of course, these are just afterthoughts.

In front of the eight-immortals table, Yi Zhonghai continued.

"I called you all here today because I have something very heavy and sad to tell you."

Yi Zhonghai paused.

"My sister-in-law's son Jia Dongxu died last night..."

"I'm sure everyone knows the situation of my sister-in-law's family. They all rely on Jia Dongxu's work to support the whole family. Now Jia Dongxu is dead, and Qin Huairu is pregnant. Their family has no source of income at all. They can't even afford Jia Dongxu's funeral."

"So, I suggest that everyone take out double the money for Jia Dongxu, one for gifts and one for donations."

"Of course, as an uncle, I will definitely take the lead. I will donate a huge sum of 5 yuan to my sister-in-law's family in my personal name."

After saying that, Yi Zhonghai took out a brand new five-yuan note from his pocket and unfolded it for everyone to see. Then he took out a cardboard box he had prepared in advance and stuffed the five yuan into it.

After Yi Zhonghai did all this, the crowd below began to whisper.

None of them wanted to donate to the Jia Zhang family, and they were even a little reluctant to give Jia Dongxu a share of the money.

Although the whole village would help out when there was a funeral, they were disgusted by the disgusting things the Jia family did in the courtyard every day.

Sitting at the side seat of the Eight Immortals Table, Yan Bugui said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Uncle, is this donation voluntary? Or is it mandatory for everyone to donate?"

As soon as Yan Bugui finished speaking, the people below began to speak enthusiastically.

"Yes, uncle, you have to explain this matter clearly. Is it voluntary or is it mandatory for everyone to donate?"

"Need I say that? I've already said it's a donation so you can donate if you want to, and don't donate if you don't want to."

"Is that so? Then I won't donate."

“I don’t donate either.”

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As Yi Zhonghai listened to people saying they didn't want to donate, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"I still hope that everyone can show some love. We are all neighbors, and we should help each other in our compound. My sister-in-law and her family have a hard life..."

In the crowd, Chen Xiangdong sneered.

He stood up and smiled at Yi Zhonghai.

"Yi Zhonghai, don't you feel embarrassed when you say this? If the Jia family is in trouble, we have to donate money to them?"

"My sister and I almost starved to death by eating cold water mixed with salt at home. Why didn't you think of donating to our family?"

"Besides, everyone knows that the deaf old lady just compensated Jia Zhang for 300 yuan a few days ago. Is this what you mean by the Jia family having no money to eat and starving to death?"

After hearing what Chen Xiangdong said, everyone also remembered it.

The deaf old lady did pay Jia Zhang 300 yuan a few days ago. It has only been a few days, it is impossible that all the 300 yuan was spent, right?

Xu Damao stood up and retorted.

"Uncle, the Jia Zhang family has 300 yuan, and you are organizing everyone to donate to them? My monthly salary is only a few dozen yuan, when will you organize a donation for me? My family is so poor that we can't even afford the three major items."

"I don't ask for much. If you can organize two donation events for me every month and I can donate 100 to 80 yuan each time, I will be satisfied."

Everyone was amused by Xu Damao.

At the Eight Immortals Table, Liu Haizhong laughed triumphantly.

Yi Zhonghai, Yi Zhonghai, it seems that you are getting more confused as you get older.

Yi Zhonghai's whole old face turned red and he glared at Xu Damao fiercely.

No matter what, today's donation must go on, and we will raise as much as we can.

Then he saw Shazhu in the crowd.

He knew that Sha Zhu was interested in Qin Huairu. As soon as Jia Dongxu left, Sha Zhu was probably impatient, even though Jia Zhang was present yesterday when she forced Qin Huairu to swear never to marry again.

But Yi Zhonghai still feels that Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu have a chance. If they can't be a couple in public, they can be husband and wife in private.

He said to Shazhu.

"Shazhu, how much are you going to donate this time?"

The silly guy in the crowd was stunned for a moment.

"Ah? Uncle, you called me?"

Then he stood up and said to the old man.

"I know the situation of Sister Qin's family. They are indeed in a difficult situation."

"How about this, I'll donate 2 yuan."

After saying that, he took out two dollars from his pocket and went up to stuff the money into the cardboard box.

Yi Zhonghai nodded on the side.

As long as someone starts it, more people will surely donate money later.

Then he turned and looked at Liu Haizhong.

"Second uncle, Shazhu's salary is much lower than yours, and he has donated 2 yuan. How much are you going to donate?"

"Besides, as the second uncle, you have to take the lead, right?"

Liu Haizhong's expression changed slightly.

This old guy was targeting him on purpose.

"..."

"Uncle, how much do you think I should donate?" He answered Yi Zhonghai with a fake smile, but he already hated him in his heart.

"Why don't you donate 5 dollars too?"

Liu Haizhong waved his hands quickly.

"No, no, no, no, you are an uncle and you only donated 5 yuan. How can I, a second uncle, do the same as you? I may even donate more than you."

Then he stood up and fumbled in his pocket for a moment.

He took out a crumpled dime and stuffed it into the cardboard box.

"Then I'll donate ten cents."

Yi Zhonghai's entire face turned ashen.

Even Shazhu donated 2 yuan, and you, a random guy, only donated 1 cents?

"Liu Haizhong, what do you mean by this? You are a second uncle and you only donated ten cents? Sha Zhu donated two dollars."

Liu Haizhong smiled.

"Shazhu is a bachelor, but he feeds himself and his whole family is not hungry. How can I compare with him? Besides, it's a charitable donation. It doesn't matter how much money you make, as long as the intention is there."

After saying that, he ignored Yi Zhonghai, sat down and started drinking tea from his enamel cup.

Yi Zhonghai was so angry, but he couldn't force Liu Haizhong to donate money.

Helplessly, he had to look at his third uncle Yan Bugui.

"Uncle San, how much money are you going to donate today?"

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