At eight o'clock at night, the sky was completely dark. A first quarter moon hung high in the night sky, and the earth was hazy.
"Shashasha!"
Under the darkness, two figures, one tall and one short, suddenly appeared in Banchang Hutong.
This is a pair of father and son. The taller one is the father, named Tong Xianchun, and the shorter one is the son, named Tong Zhengyu.
The purpose of their appearance here is to file a complaint against Chu Heng.
Tong Xianchun is in his forties. He was the director of Shengli Switch Factory. In October last year, he was fired because of some things. In November, he was kicked out of the factory family area and lived in the Sixth District Grain Management Bureau. In a large courtyard within the jurisdiction.
And what he wanted to complain about stemmed from this.
In this era of planned economy, everything in people's lives is inseparable from tickets, so after Tong Xianchun changed his residence, the grain books and non-staple food books in his hands had to be replaced with new ones.
The grain purchase certificate is issued by the Comprehensive Section of the Sixth District Grain Management Office.
Generally speaking, as long as residents go to the general department to apply with a letter of introduction issued by the street and other procedures, a new food book will be issued in three to five days.
But Tong Xianchun has moved here for two months, but he still hasn't gotten his grain book. It has been temporarily detained by Gan Pingjiang and Fang Haijun on the grounds that there is a problem with his identity.
For this reason, he gave a lot of benefits to those two people, but these two people were like gluttons who couldn't get enough to eat. No matter how much they were given, they were not satisfied, and they still kept asking for endlessly. It was simply Treat Tong Xianchun as a cash cow!
The Tong family is suffering terribly because of this.
People need to eat, but they don’t have the food books to buy fixed-price grain, so they can only use their savings to buy high-priced grain on the black market and bring it back to eat.
After two months like this, the Tong family not only spent all their savings in order to buy food to fill their stomachs, but even borrowed some foreign debts. They were about to be desperate.
So, this afternoon, when Tong Xianchun heard that the grain management office had changed its leadership, and heard from his son that the new leader was a heroic figure who hated evil as much as he hated hatred, was extremely righteous, and was known as Xiao Mengchang, he thought of coming over to complain.
It can be said that at this moment, Chu Heng is already the last life-saving straw in the eyes of the Tong family. If even he cannot help the Tong family, their family will have no choice but to leave their homeland when the future is uncertain. Blind flow.
“This is it, Dad.”
At this time, the Tong family father and son had arrived outside the Chu family courtyard.
Under the gaze of several men such as Mavericks who was startled, Tong Xianchun, whose face was full of vicissitudes of life, looked up at the two brand-new vermilion doors in front of him. After hesitating for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and opened the door. He took a step forward and knocked on the door knocker.
"Dong dong dong!"
A dull knock on the door sounded in the alley, and soon came into the backyard.
At this time, Chu Heng had just finished playing ball with Huniu and was sitting in the main room drinking tea and taking a rest.
After hearing the noise, he stood up quickly and said to Yang Guizhi, who was about to open the door: "You can watch TV, Sister Guizhi, I'll go."
"That's OK." He stared intently. Yang Guizhi, who was staring at the TV, sat back as instructed.
Chu Heng quickly came out of the house and went straight to the front yard.
When he opened the door and saw the unfamiliar Tong family father and son, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and asked them confusedly: "Who are you looking for?"
"This Hello, comrade." Tong Xianchun's face was full of anxiety. With a look on his face, he hunched over and said for three breaths: "Let's find Director Chu Hengchu."
"I am." Chu Heng became even more confused: "What can I do for you?" Huh?”
Tong Xianchun couldn't help but be startled when he looked at his overly young face, and then he knelt down with a plop like pushing a jade pillar over a mountain of gold, and wailed: "We are here to complain, please save us." Let’s stay together as a family, Director Chu, we really can’t survive!”
Tong Zhengyu on the side saw his father kneeling down, and he hurriedly knelt in front of the door with him.
"Hey! What are you doing? Get up!"
Chu Heng hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the older Tong Xianchun up, frowning and asked: "You guys go first? Tell me clearly what's going on. I won't be able to do this again. It’s closed!”
Tong Xianchun was also afraid that he would be locked out of the house, so he quickly told his sons about the extortion of his family by Gan Pingjiang and Fang Haijun and the current situation of his family. I told him everything about the situation.
After hearing this, Chu Heng's face was so dark that he was almost dripping with tears. He looked at the sallow and thin father and son again, thought about it and said, "Wait here for a moment."
After saying that, he turned his head. Walking around the courtyard, I went straight into the kitchen. I came to the rice vat and opened the lid and took a look. There were many bags inside, including rice flour, stick noodles and sorghum rice.
After looking at it for a few times, he took out one of the bags of stick noodles weighing thirty kilograms. Then he went to the cupboard again, took out two kilograms of noodles and stuffed them into the bag, and then He took another piece of bacon from the beam, then walked out of the kitchen and returned to the door.
“Take this, go back and deal with it first.” Chu Heng stuffed the heavy grain bag into the hands of Tong Xianchun who was standing uneasily outside the door, and said with a solemn promise: “I promise you, I will investigate your matter as soon as possible, if confirmed. , tomorrow afternoon at the latest, your family’s grain books will be delivered, and some compensation will be made!”
The father and son were immediately ecstatic with the grain bags, and they were about to kneel down again, Chu. Heng quickly stopped Laxia, and after a few words of comfort, he sent him away.
Gate.
Looking at the Tong family and his son who were leaving gratefully, Chu Heng exhaled forcefully, turned his head and waved to the heads of several people who were standing outside the wall to watch the fun: "Come here!"
“Alas!”
The Mavericks’ response immediately sounded from the opposite side, and then several The people quickly retracted into the wall, and after a while Mavericks led the people out of the courtyard, stood respectfully in front of Chu Heng, and said, "Master Chu, please give me your orders."
"What happened just now?" I heard it too, go and notify Du San immediately, I want him to investigate this matter for me before tomorrow morning," Chu Heng ordered with a cold face.
"Understood!"
The Mavericks immediately took the order and left.
After Chu Heng watched several people ride away, he turned back to the courtyard.
All the way back to the backyard through the moon gate, he glanced at the brightly lit main room, but instead of walking in, he turned and entered his bedroom.
He came to the bed and sat down. He lit a cigarette and smoked it, his face uncertain.
Not long passed.
Chu Heng suddenly noticed a pair of trousers hanging on the bedside. These trousers belonged to him. There was a big hole in the crook of his leg.
He stared blankly at the opening for a moment, then suddenly reached out to take the trousers, took out the sewing box, and after skillfully threading the needle and thread, he concentrated on mending the opening.
No matter how bad the pants are, they are still his pants. How embarrassing would it be to wear them like this?
Since you have the ability now, why not repair it!
He wanted to be alone, but at this moment he made an important decision.
The gears of fate are turning quietly...