Chapter 78: Thoughts and Expectations
There's no need to make this thing anything fancy. Just learn a few rhymes and sing loudly enough, and you can retain a lot of people.

People are empathetic, and they will generally be moved when the stories of heroes are told to them.

When later generations talked about the events during this period, they all said that it was a time of national enthusiasm.
This is true, but there are some repetitions in it.

Just like some fakes, they have harmed many of the cutest people.

That's a big deal, and when it comes to the grassroots level like the streets, the vast majority of ordinary people support it unconditionally. But there are also some people with ulterior motives who want to make trouble here.

Some do have ulterior motives, while others simply feel that it has nothing to do with them.

It's a courtyard house. Although He Yuzhu doesn't get along with those guys, it has to be said that the neighbors in the courtyard are really capable of helping each other when something happens.

For example, in the last two donations, except for the deaf old lady, all other families donated more or less.

Five hundred or one thousand is not too little; fifty thousand or a hundred thousand is not too much.

No family fell behind, even the Jia family donated 10,000 yuan twice.

Well, they are the family that donated the least in the courtyard house.

Yan Bugui usually lends 100,000 or 50,000 yuan each time, so it can be said that when it comes to his business, Mr. Yan is still very reliable.

Yu Shui donated all the two thousand (two cents) of reserve money that He Yuzhu had put in her schoolbag. This was all she had.

It’s not that the deaf old lady didn’t donate. The first time it was the Yi family who donated 10,000 yuan on her behalf.

He also said that the deaf old lady had poor legs and feet and could not go out recently.

It was Secretary Wang who went there that time, and Yi Zhonghai's words were also addressed to Secretary Wang.

Secretary Wang ignored her completely, didn't say a word of concern, and just turned and left.

Then when he went there for the second time, Yi Zhonghai suddenly forgot about the deaf old lady's donation on his behalf.

Of course, the Yi family donated a lot themselves, and on the surface they were still the family that donated the most.

The first time was 220,000, and the second time was 100,000.

The situation of several other well-off families in the yard is similar.

Well, the first donation from the Xu and Liu families was 200,000 yuan each.

So some people always have little calculations in mind.

It’s just that Yi Zhonghai’s calculations were used in the wrong place. With He Yuzhu in the street, Yi Zhonghai should not expect to show off in front of the street office with these little calculations.

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After He Yuzhu finished speaking, Secretary Wang couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. It's not that He Yuzhu's idea is bad, but it doesn't conform to our lofty attitude towards work.

There's always a hint of mischief in it.

For example, He Yuzhu suggested that he could let his daughter Yu Shui and Ding Shumiao go to the street to sing, and he guaranteed that within two seconds his girl would go from laughing to crying, playing the sympathy card.

To Secretary Wang, this sounded a bit like begging.

When He Yuzhu made this suggestion, he was actually thinking that he could use this incident to teach his sister a lesson and tell her that if she didn't study hard, she would have to beg on the street in the future.

He Yuzhu thought about the scene of himself standing behind Yu Shui with a broom in his hand, threatening her, and a smile appeared unconsciously on his lips.

Secretary Wang laughed and scolded, "You are a grown man, but you are too unreasonable. We are doing a noble cause, not the hooligans before liberation. We don't need to use children to gain sympathy."

He Yuzhu lowered his head and listened to the criticism. He did it on purpose. If he really perfected his idea, what else would he need a leader for?
A leader’s job is to coordinate and find faults.

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Secretary Wang is right, I learned this from those people selling tricks under the overpass, it's normal for them to be a bit shabby.

It is precisely what Director Wang needs to do to weed out the dross and turn this into a good thing.”

Secretary Wang did not comment, and after a moment's silence, he said, "Our workers and intellectuals still support our fighters, and only a small number of them are bad.

Like the donation box thing, can we set it up and let everyone volunteer?

As for letting those kids go out on the streets to spread propaganda, I will discuss this with the director tomorrow. We can learn from it, but not in the way you said."

So, today He Yuzhu did not cook fried noodles. Instead, he went out to look around and found a few people whose fathers were carpenters. He asked them to go back home to borrow tools and come back to make boxes.

A few children did not bring any tools, but instead brought their fathers who were carpenters over.

For every dog-slaughtering person who is righteous, there are many scholars who are unfaithful.

The latter sentence may be a self-mockery by the Ming Dynasty poet Cao Dajia, just like what Guo Taoxin said in later generations that there are no good people among those who perform crosstalk.

But there is no doubt that people at the bottom of society are more simple and honest.

For example, several middle-aged carpenters who came here, when they heard that they were going to work for the Peninsula soldiers, ran home without saying a word, got various tools, and started working overtime immediately.

When He Yuzhu finished all this and rode his bike to Guo's house, he saw that his sister had fallen asleep on the table.

There was a puddle of saliva.

He Yuzhu chatted with Guo's mother for a few words, then walked forward, picked up his sister and walked out.

Before leaving, I looked at Ding Shumiao, who was still studying hard under the kerosene lamp.

Feeling the rain curling up on his chest like a little fat cat, He Yuzhu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Compare yourself to others!

In fact, Yu Shui is not stupid and his academic performance is also very good.

Although he was still following along at this time, the teacher treated Yu Shui as a normal student. In exams and other things, Yu Shui was always among the top ten in the class.

According to Teacher Yu Shui, if Yu Shui can continue to excel, he might be able to skip a grade.

This is what He Yuzhu was thinking.

He thought well of Yu Shui. If he could skip a grade in elementary school, maybe with Yu Shui's intelligence he could get into university and start working, which would be a good opportunity to avoid that storm.

That will be good for life after the rain.

After all, after the reform and opening up, college students were also treasures of various factories at the beginning.

This is why He Yuzhu is anxious.

Of course, He Yuzhu also reacted during this period. He seemed to be too anxious, and he wanted to finish a lifetime of work in one go.

This will make him very tired and the rain very tired too.

So during this period, apart from showing occasional concern and helping Yu Shui develop habits, He Yuzhu did not force Yu Shui to do anything else.

The embrace of loved ones should be the most comfortable harbor. Yu Shui was in He Yuzhu's arms, just changed her posture, but still didn't wake up.

But when he reached the bicycle, He Yuzhu was at a loss.

I could only pat the little butt of Rainwater and yell: "Rainwater, wake up, let's go home."

The little girl covered her ears with her hands.

He Yuzhu had no choice but to continue shouting in his ear: "Yushui, we have prepared braised pork at home!"

Normally, there should be no sound when opening eyes, but He Yuzhu felt that as his sister opened her eyes, there was a clear sound of metal opening and closing ~ "Ding..."

Yu Shui suddenly opened his eyes, not feeling sleepy at all, but stared at He Yuzhu and asked, "Brother, do you have braised pork at home?"

　I was too busy this morning. As a middle-aged man, I had all kinds of trivial things to do, so I couldn't thank you one by one.

　　Thank you for all your support.

　　Happy July to everyone! Another month has come to an end and everyone can look forward to their paychecks again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)