"Did you see that jerk?"
When Jiang Yiliu entered the room, Jiang Wencheng, who was sleeping on the upper bunk diagonally opposite him, poked his head out of the mosquito net and asked Jiang Yiliu. After hearing his question, Wang Nan and Mao Dashuang, who were still in the dormitory, also looked over curiously.
Wang Dongsheng, who had just reported in and had a small conflict with everyone, lives at home most of the time and rarely appears in the dormitory. The lower bunk he occupies now is still covered with a dust-proof sheet, and he has never spent the night in the dormitory.
"What?"
Jiang Yilu unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, looked at Jiang Wencheng in confusion and asked.
"Who else could it be? It must be Fu Yunsheng. Not long after you left, he came to the dormitory to look for you. He insisted on waiting in the dormitory to apologize to you, but I kicked him out. When I went to the bathroom to take a shower just now, I saw him waiting at the stairs."
Jiang Wencheng was a little puzzled. Wasn't this guy trying to find connections everywhere to keep his application for party membership and position as temporary league secretary a while ago? How come he suddenly changed his temper?
"Yes."
Jiang Yilu shrugged: "However, it's his turn to apologize. Whether he forgives me or not is my business."
He thought the same as Jiang Wencheng, and didn't believe from the bottom of his heart that he would completely repent.
"Student Yiliu, please forgive others when you can. Since Student Fu has admitted his mistake, you should also be magnanimous and forgive him." Wang Nan was not very satisfied with Jiang Yiliu and Jiang Wencheng's nonchalant attitude. He frowned and could not help but give them some advice.
He also heard about what happened in the cafeteria. In his opinion, the two people were equally bad and both made mistakes. Fu Yunsheng was too reckless and Jiang Yilu was too extravagant. It was true that his grandfather had a good pension, but when he saw so many hungry and cold classmates around him, how could he have the nerve to eat meat? At worst, Mao Dashuang was always their roommate, and Jiang Yilu didn't take out money to subsidize Mao Dashuang. He and Dashuang were both children from the countryside, so they should be more considerate of each other.
But in his heart, Jiang Yilu was still too young and could still be saved.
"Okay, okay, I forgive you, I forgive you."
Jiang Yilu had no intention of arguing with him. He had discovered that their dormitory head was truly the legendary "Holy Father". This word did not have any derogatory meaning, but from the brief time they spent together, it seemed that the young man in front of him was truly passionate and was thinking about sacrificing his small self for the greater good.
According to Wang Nan's own account, his wife is a normal school student and receives a subsidy of 25 yuan per month. Before coming to college, Wang Nan and his wife were formal workers in a local factory. Logically, their salary income in those years should have been enough to support his and his wife's four years of tuition and the living expenses of their children in their hometown. However, who would have known that during those years of work, they did not save a penny at all. It was not because there were too many relatives in the family, but in Wang Nan's eyes, there were too many co-workers who were more miserable and poorer than him who needed help. More than half of the nearly 80 or 90 yuan salary of him and his wife each month was used by him to "do charity."
Now Wang Nan's monthly living expenses come from half of what his wife saves through frugality. His children in his hometown have to rely on their elderly parents who make a living by farming.
This kind of person, if you are not familiar with him, it is a great kindness, but if you are close to him, it is simply a disaster. Because he not only requires himself to do good deeds, but also likes to morally blackmail people around him to do good deeds with him.
Jiang Yiliu just felt a little sympathetic towards his wife and daughter. With such a husband and father, life was destined to be difficult. Jiang Yiliu had met Wang Nan's wife, a beautiful and virtuous woman who obeyed all her husband's orders. Fortunately, Wang Nan was a kind person, so he couldn't go to college himself and let his wife work in her hometown to earn money to support himself.
Wang Nan was not very satisfied with Jiang Yiliu's attitude of admitting his mistakes, but since he had changed, it was a good thing. Now that Jiang Yiliu was back, he should have a good talk with him about his moral problems.
"Yi Liu, you are also a kid from the countryside. Seeing Mao Dashuang from our dormitory eating black steamed buns for every meal, you don't have any ideas."
Wang Nan tried to persuade him earnestly with her words.
But Jiang Yilu was not yet convinced, and Mao Dashuang jumped up first.
"I do eat black steamed buns, but so what? These steamed buns are saved by my parents through their teeth." Mao Dashuang, who was always patient, stood up, lowered his head, clenched his fists. No one could see the emotions in his eyes. After saying these words, he rushed out the door without looking back.
"I'll leave you to look at you!"
Wang Nan frowned, pointed at Jiang Yilu, sighed and chased after him.
"This is not a disease, right?"
Jiang Wencheng maintained the posture of half of his body sticking out of the tent, glanced at Jiang Yilu who was also shocked, and it took him a while to utter these words.
Jiang Yilu was also puzzled. It was obvious that Mao Dashuang was dissatisfied with Wang Nan just now, but judging from Wang Nan's expression, the fault was still his.
The two looked at each other and spread their hands.
******
That night, Xia Ai returned to the dormitory. The two of them tacitly did not mention what happened during the day, but they were more familiar with each other than before. Jiang Wencheng did not care that there was one more person between them. Anyway, he was very outgoing, and even if Xia Ai ignored him, he could still talk happily for a long time. And since he found that no matter how much nonsense he talked, Xia Ai would not find him troublesome, Jiang Wencheng treated him more intimately, and simply regarded him as his own nonsense disposal station.
Grandpa Cheng was extremely efficient. The next day, he sent guards to drive out those stubborn residents who refused to leave. Those people wanted to throw a tantrum, but when they saw the soldiers carrying guns, they were so scared that their legs almost went limp. They just packed up their things and moved everything out in half a day.
Anyway, it's a haunted place. If I don't move, I might even lose my life.
Bai Fangqiu also helped Gu Xiashi clean up the yard next door. The other party said that this yard would be left to Xiaobao and his siblings in the future.
It’s not that no one wanted to make a fuss, but before they could do so, the welfare housing distribution that everyone was scrambling for began.
In fact, some factories with good performance had already taken this action a few years ago. With the increase in population and the shortage of housing, building houses is obviously imperative. Especially after the college entrance examination was restarted, all the educated youth who were admitted to universities could regain their urban household registration. This large influx of educated youth were all married with families or of marriageable age. They were in urgent need of houses, and the existing buildings in the city were obviously not enough to accommodate these people.
Now, everyone's eyes are fixed on that piece of cake, especially the couple who are formal workers, who are even more jealous. But there are only so many welfare houses, it is not so easy to get one.
First, each factory or unit only has dozens or hundreds of houses built. The leaders or people with connections take half of them, and the remaining half is watched by hundreds or thousands of people. First, consider the couples who are both workers, and then consider the single-worker families who are really in difficulty. Those who have a residence at home are definitely excluded at the first time.
How many of those people who occupy other people's yards and refuse to let go are good people? How can they not join in on such a good opportunity? But now if they still occupy other people's houses, they will completely lose the hope of getting a house of their own.
That's right, those who were originally very angry finally swallowed their anger and prepared to take this opportunity to pretend to be pitiful so that they could get a house of their own.
Not only the people in the Bai family yard, but also those who had dual or single working families and occupied other people's yards also evacuated. They either went to their parents' house to squeeze in, or shamelessly went to their brothers and sisters' houses who were already not well-off to squeeze in. They were determined to occupy a room.
The housing distribution in the capital had nothing to do with Jiang Yiliu, and he had no interest in the narrow and crowded tube-shaped buildings built for the current welfare housing distribution. He was interested in the relatively well-preserved courtyard houses that had not been valued yet. It would be a good thing for Jiang Yiliu if those people moved out of the private houses that they had occupied.
After the fall of the Gang of Four, many people still had properties in their hands. Some people, like Bai Fangqiu, even had more than a dozen properties. But what's the point of having so many houses? It's better to have money in your hands to make people feel at ease. Among them, there are also some people who have the same idea as Sheng Rong, who just want to sell the houses in their hands as soon as possible and go abroad to find relatives who have finally contacted them.
In just two or three months after the welfare housing distribution began, Jiang Yilu privately collected thirteen properties, two of which were small Western-style buildings, both of which were built by wealthy merchants during the Republic of China period. Although they have been damaged a lot over the years, the area and foundation are there. As long as they are well repaired in the future, the potential for appreciation is unlimited.
After buying these dozen houses, Jiang Yiliu's wealth that he had saved up like a little mouse over the years was instantly exhausted. Although houses are cheap these days, this is also relative to later generations. The average price of a house is 5,000 yuan, which is still a large amount of money now. A 10,000 yuan household was a term for the rich in the 1980s. You can imagine the purchasing power of 5,000 yuan in this era.
It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Jiang Yi was lying on his bed with the dozen or so thin deeds spread out, taking a deep breath of satisfaction. In his previous life, he had worked hard in the United States for half his life and could not even afford a hut in a courtyard house in the capital. Now, there were more than a dozen complete courtyard houses in front of him. How could he not be happy?
But thinking about the empty wallet, Jiang Yilu looked at the few banknotes and a handful of loose change in the cash box and began to worry. It was time to think of a way to make money.
******
The semester passed quickly and summer vacation came in the blink of an eye. The children from Qingshan Village made an appointment to take the train back together. They also sent a telegram back to the village, asking Uncle Dashuan to come to the city to pick them up when the time came.
In addition to the acquaintances in Qingshan Village, Jiang Yiliu also brought his roommates Jiang Wencheng and Xia Ai. Xia Ai still had that cold expression, and only occasionally spoke a few words to Jiang Yiliu. Jiang Wencheng was obviously more lively than him. In the short time he waited for the train, he had already greeted everyone present and became familiar with them.
After two days and two nights on the train, plus a half-day bus ride, by the time we arrived in Yuchuan County, everyone was almost exhausted, and even Jiang Wencheng had lost his initial energy.
As soon as they got off the bus, they saw Mo Dashuan waiting outside, and Mo Xiangfang was the first to greet him.
"You've lost weight. Maybe you can't get used to the food outside? Go back and ask your family to give you some good nourishment."
Mo Dashuan looked at his precious daughter and the children leaving the village one by one and said with concern. Of course, he also noticed the two strangers standing nearby.
"This is my roommate, he came to live in our village for a while during the holidays. This is Xia Ai, from the capital, and this is Jiang Wencheng, from Haicheng."
Jiang Yilu introduced the two people: "This is the captain of our village, you can call him Captain Mo."
"They are all city kids, no wonder they are so handsome."
Mo Dashuan was astonished. The Jiang family's children were really capable. They had only been in Haicheng for half a year, but they had already brought their classmates from the city home. He didn't know if the two children were used to living there.
After all, everyone was tired, so without much chatting, they got on the back of the truck and drove towards the village.
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