I make a living solving crimes.

What was it like to be a worker in the 1950s and 1960s?

This was probably the happiest time for the working class.

Although the salary is only in double digits, I feel proud and honored.

They have status and do not need to look at the eyes and expressions of cadres. As long as they do not seek advancement, they can ignore anyone who comes.

Because the workers have stable jobs, receive fixed salaries, and are employed for life, leaders cannot deduct workers' wages, and dare not fire them at will.

And don't underestimate this two-digit salary, it is really useful.

Later generations had a new term, called labor support rate, also known as labor support rate, which is the ratio of how many non-laborers can be supported by one laborer.

Yan Bugui is an elementary school teacher who supports a family of six, three of whom are teenagers who are at the age when they can eat the most.

Qin Huairu can also support a family of five. Don't listen to her complaining about being poor every day. Jia Zhangshi still has to save money for her retirement every month.

Chang Wei is already a director, but if ordinary people in the yard tell him not to pay attention to them, they really will ignore them.

Those who take the initiative to make friends with him all have something to ask for, either they want an official position or a house. If they don't have any needs and don't want to break the law, why would they try to curry favor with Chang Wei?

So when Yi Zhonghai came knocking on the door of his house, he was indeed a little surprised.

After the incident with He Yushui's remittance slip, the old man seemed to have understood the situation in the yard.

Chang Wei will not use his power to bully others, nor will he interfere in the affairs of the yard, as long as you don't provoke him and his family.

So these days when the two meet, they will nod and say hello, and occasionally chat about family matters, but there is not too much communication, and they will not visit each other.

"Uncle, Happy New Year!" Chang Wei still called him Uncle.

He adheres to a principle that he should demonstrate his strength and intelligence to those with whom he has a vested interest, and just be polite to those who have no vested interest in him.

Yi Zhonghai smiled and nodded, "After dinner, there will be a general meeting in the hospital. Can you attend?"

Chang Wei frowned slightly and asked, "What topic?"

"The matter of the five-guarantee elderly." Yi Zhonghai said in a negotiating tone: "Grandpa Ma in the courtyard is old and has no children. We are discussing applying to the street for a five-guarantee elderly. And the deaf old lady has been supported by me and Sha Zhu, and she also wants to apply for a quota."

The five-guarantee elderly are the five-guarantee extremely poor households in later generations.

This policy was implemented shortly after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The five guarantees are: food, clothing, housing, medical care, and burial.

The five-guarantee policy currently implemented is: the local government, commune or street office negotiate and take turns to take care of the children.

Uncle Ma and the deaf old lady are both childless widows, and they are also old, so it is understandable that they apply for the five-guarantee special hardship households.

Chang Wei nodded and said, "Uncle, I won't attend the meeting. I'll ask Chang Tian to vote on behalf of my family later."

Yi Zhonghai nodded repeatedly, "Okay, it will be fine if Chang Tian is the representative."

He didn't want Chang Wei to come either.

After all, he was a big shot working at the grassroots level outside the subdistrict office. It was difficult for him to be as calm as ordinary people when facing Director Chang Wei.

What's more, Chang Wei's reputation in Gulou is too high. If he expresses any different opinions, not only will the street office give full consideration, but the residents in the courtyard will also be taken away by him.

When they returned to the house, their family members asked about it. Chang Wei explained the situation and pointed to Chang Tian and Chang Nan, saying, "You two can go later."

The two little guys looked at each other and asked anxiously, "Brother, what should we do?"

"Decide for yourselves." Chang Wei did not elaborate. Seeing that they were worried, he comforted them, "This is a collective matter. You should fully express your attitude. In the end, the minority will obey the majority."

Chang Tian nodded, thinking carefully by himself, and after a while he asked in a low voice: "Brother, is the majority right?"

Chang Wei saw Chang Tian's curious look, then looked at Chang Nan who was also confused, and Chang Ni and Chang Long who were eavesdropping with their ears perked up, and called them to the eight-immortal table with a smile.

"In public affairs, the minority obeys the majority. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, but it can ensure the interests of the majority and is relatively fair."

"In private affairs, it is a matter of personal freedom and lifestyle choice. As long as it does not infringe on the interests of others, it should be decided by individuals themselves. The majority cannot determine the lifestyle of the minority."

These words were a bit profound and only Chang Ni could understand them. Chang Tian seemed to be thinking about something, while Chang Nan and Chang Long were basically confused.

After dinner, the two little guys skipped and carried their little stools to the front yard for a meeting. Chang Long rolled his eyes and followed them stealthily.

What was originally thought to be a simple meeting of the entire institute ended up causing some unexpected trouble.

Chang Long ran back happily, shouting, "Brother, brother, Jia Zhang has fainted!"

She used to call her Aunt Jia, but after knowing that Jia Dongxu was going to report his family’s wall, she called her an old witch. Later, after being scolded by Grandma Chang, she changed her name to Zhang Kaifeng. After being taught a lesson by Yang Min again, she finally called her Jia Zhang.

The main reason is that the name Zhang Kaifeng is so indecent that even Chang Wei feels uncomfortable hearing it.

The second uncle Liu Haizhong also followed Chang Long in a panic. He ran to the gate of the courtyard but did not dare to come in. He shouted anxiously: "Uncle Chang, Uncle Chang, Jia Zhang has fainted. Please help to take a look."

Grandpa Chang was leaning on a chair, smoking his pipe and warming his shoes. When he heard the shouting, he didn't even have time to knock on his pipe. He wrapped the tobacco pouch around his fingers and went out in his cotton shoes.

The Jia family and the Chang family were not on good terms, and he never spoke to Jia Zhang since he came to the yard.

But he is a doctor, and there is no reason for him to ignore the patient when he comes to him for treatment.

Chang Wei also put on his coat, and slowly walked towards the front yard with Chang Xiaoman and Chang Long, asking curiously, "What does tonight's incident have to do with Jia Zhang?"

The little girl jumped as she walked, her pigtails swinging back and forth behind her head. She laughed and said, "She said her husband died, her son was in jail, and she had no one to take care of her, so she wanted to be a five-guarantee elderly person."

Chang Wei was speechless after hearing this.

Your son is in jail, not dead. What's more, Qin Huairu has not divorced or remarried, and has younger generations taking care of her. How can she be considered a five-guarantee elderly?

There were about sixty or seventy people crowded in the front yard, standing on tiptoe to watch the fun.

Xiong Chumo came out and saw Chang Wei, and shouted crisply: "The big pot is coming."

After saying hello, she took Chang Long's hand, and the two of them bent over and slipped in between the adult's legs.

Chang Wei carried Chang Xiaoman on his shoulders and squeezed through the crowd.

He didn't care about Jia Zhang's life or death, but he was afraid that the old woman would throw a tantrum and end up hurting his father and sister.

In the crowd, Jia Zhang was lying on the ground with her arms and legs spread out. The old man was squatting beside her, feeling her pulse. After a long while, he hesitated, changed his hand, and finally raised his head, just in time to see Chang Wei.

"Xiao Wei, pinch her Zusanli acupoint," the old man instructed, and then reminded him, "Use some force."