The next day, Lin Guodong took leave and took Junjun to the hospital, while Lin Yong went to work at the factory alone.
As soon as he entered the workshop, a group of people surrounded him and asked if the factory was going to let him retire early.
After receiving a definite answer, they all said, "Master Lin, your welding skills are unmatched in our workshop."
The person speaking gave a thumbs-up.
"The factory is planning to optimize its workforce by allowing older employees to retire early. They shouldn't have let you, a highly skilled master craftsman, retire."
"Yes, you've brought so many excellent welders to our factory."
"I really didn't expect that the factory would contact you first."
"Yes, many factories have skilled master craftsmen who are rehired after retirement, but our steel mill actually made a master craftsman like you retire early."
Although some of these people genuinely felt indignant for him, Lin Yong felt that most of them were just there to laugh at him.
He was in the first workshop and always believed that his skills were the best; he was a bit arrogant.
Now the factory wants to let him retire early, isn't that shameless?
Those in the neighborhood who resent or envy him, wouldn't they take the opportunity to laugh at him?
"Master Lin." He called from the office upstairs, standing in front of the railing.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yong looked up and asked, wondering if the factory needed him to go through some paperwork.
He said loudly, "Someone called to say your brother-in-law is dead and that you need to go there right away."
What? Qian Dong is dead!
Lin Yong was shocked and, without thinking, hurriedly left the workshop, boarded a bus, and went to his sister's house.
Before even entering the courtyard, Lin Yong heard Qian Dong's mother crying and cursing.
"Lin Qiufang, you jinx! You're the one who killed Qian Dong! You'll pay for my son's life with your own!"
Why did Qian Dong die? Was it Qiu Fang who killed him?
Lin Yong hurriedly entered the courtyard. Just as he reached the Qian family's door, he saw Qian's mother pressing down Qiu Fang, who was kneeling on the ground.
Qian Dong lay on the mat, covered from head to toe with a white cloth, and he was hard.
"Auntie, calm down." The neighbors pulled Lin Qiufang and Qian Mu apart.
"Let me go! I'm going to kill this jinx to pay for my son Qian Dong's life! Waaah, my son, my dear son..."
Lin Yong frowned as he entered the house. "Your son Qian Dong is dead, why should my Qiu Fang pay for his life?"
"Nobody wants Qian Dong to die. If he dies, will Qiu Fang feel any better?"
"Big brother." Lin Qiufang, whose expression was somewhat numb, saw Lin Yong arrive, her eyes reddened, and tears fell.
Three children kneeling behind her cried and called out to Lin Yong, "Uncle."
Lin Qiufang's eldest daughter, Qian Lailai, is almost sixteen years old, her second son, Qian Pingping, is twelve, and her third son, Qian Zhengzheng, is only eight. All three children had swollen eyes from crying.
Lin Yong glanced at his three nephews with some dissatisfaction. They were such incompetent children; their own mother was being harassed, and they didn't even try to stop it.
Qian's mother glared at Lin Yong with resentment and said, "It was your sister Lin Qiufang who killed Qian Dong. Qian Dong was drinking until the middle of the night, and instead of keeping watch over him, she went to bed by herself."
"If she had stayed by Qian Dong's side, he wouldn't have gotten drunk, tripped and fell at the toilet door when he went to use the restroom, and frozen to death there without anyone knowing!"
Lin Qiufang said with a wronged expression, "Qian Dong drinks until one or two in the morning. I have to go to work in the morning. How can I keep watch over him until one or two in the morning?"
“I’m human, I get sleepy! If I had known this would happen, I would definitely have stayed by his side. I even made him a bowl of hot and sour soup to help him sober up before I went to bed.”
The neighbors all know that Qian Dong likes to have a drink after get off work; all the men at their distillery are like that.
When Qian Dong is in a good mood, he often drinks until 12 or 1 a.m., and sometimes when he gets up at night, he can see that the lights in Qian's house are still on.
"You really can't blame Qiu Fang for this. She has three children with Qian Dong. Did she want Qian Dong to die? Now that Qian Dong is gone, she's the one who's in the most difficult situation."
"Isn't that right?"
“Qian Dong usually drinks so late, and Qiu Fang can’t stop him. As his mother, you should try to persuade him.”
"Yes, you, as a mother, didn't try to persuade her, and now that things have gone wrong, you're blaming Qiufang."
The neighbors all tried to persuade Qian's mother, and some of them said that her words were quite harsh.
"..." Qian's mother was so stung by the thorn that she forgot to cry.
Miri-gi felt particularly regretful that she hadn't been able to persuade her son.
Lin Qiufang's son has never listened to her. If she had been able to persuade him more, perhaps this tragedy wouldn't have happened.
Lin Yong glanced at his sister, never expecting Qian Dong to be so dead.
On this snowy day, Qian Dong drank alcohol and went to the toilet. Instead of doing it indoors, he went to a public toilet.
On snowy days, the roads are slippery, and people who have drunk too much are unsteady on their feet and are most likely to fall.
If you fall and can't get up, won't you freeze to death?
"If Qian Dong dies, it's not Qiu Fang's fault at all. If he had drunk less, none of this would have happened."
"My Qiufang was ruined by him. It would be better if he died, leaving her, her widow and her children, and you, her old mother, to fend for yourselves."
Although Lin Yong said that, he still felt that his younger sister should keep an eye on Qian Dong.
People who come here drunk are easily confused. She definitely knows what Qian Dong is like when he's drunk.
Lin Qiufang lowered her head, her shoulders trembling as she cried. She glanced at Qian Dong lying on the ground.
This tormented her to the point of wishing she were dead; she couldn't express her suffering. Finally, the person died, and no one could torment her anymore.
She knew best what Qian Dong was like when he was drunk. She knew that Qian Dong's stomach was upset from drinking too much. When you drink too much, you not only have to urinate, but you also have diarrhea.
Although he staggers when he's drunk, he's perfectly conscious and never blacks out.
Furthermore, he dislikes using a spittoon to defecate, and no matter how cold the weather or how late it is, he insists on using a public toilet.
So when she finally cooked him that bowl of sobering hot and sour soup, she deliberately added sleeping pill powder.
Sleeping pills can make people confused and drowsy, which can easily lead to them falling down and never waking up when they go to the toilet after drinking alcohol.
As expected, Qian Dong did not disappoint her. As usual, he drank too much and went to the toilet in the middle of the night. He fell asleep in the snow and never woke up again.
The demon who tormented her died, and from then on she no longer had to fear the coming of night.
The hearse arrived and took Qian Dong away.
The body stayed at the funeral home for two days. Leaders, colleagues, relatives and friends from the factory all went to the funeral home to pay their respects to Qian Dong.
The factory leaders also sent funeral expenses and 800 yuan in relief funds, which was Qian Dongyi's salary, and 1,000 yuan.
The money hadn't even passed through Lin Qiufang's hands before it was taken by Qian's mother.
Knowing that Qian Dong had died, Lin Qiufang had to take care of her mother-in-law and raise her children, making life difficult. The factory promised to reserve a job for her family at the winery.
After the memorial service, Qian Dong was cremated and buried in the cemetery.
On the day of the burial, Qian's mother fainted from crying and did not go with her to the burial.
After the burial, Lin Qiufang's second son carried Qian Dong's black and white portrait and walked in front, followed by the other two children, with Lin Qiufang and Lin Yong walking at the back.
"Sigh, Qian Dong is dead. How are you going to manage with three children?" Lin Yong said worriedly.
He's been staying at the Qian family's house for the past few days and hasn't gone home. Qian Dong is dead, and Lin Guodong and Zhang Jiao didn't attend the funeral because Zhang Jiao's father died.
Lin Qiufang said softly, "How can we live a better life than when he was alive?"
"What did you say?" Lin Yong didn't hear.
Lin Qiufang quickly changed her tune, saying, "No matter how we live, we can always get through it."
"Sigh, we just have to grit our teeth and get through this." Lin Yong nodded and said, "Didn't the factory reserve a job for us? In my opinion, we should let Lai Lai come to work regularly after she finishes her job."
“She’ll be sixteen after she turns sixteen, and she’ll go to work in the factory, which will ease your burden a bit.”
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