"Oh, that's not a good thing!"
Yan Fugui's face looked a little grim, and he sighed, "We're going to have to donate money later. My family is already in such a difficult situation, and we're still asking for donations. How can we survive?"
"Donation?"
Jia Dongsheng was stunned: "Why? Who are you donating to?"
"It's this heavy rain that's making me so angry."
Speaking of this, Yan Fugui's face was filled with anger: "Last night, the wind howled loudly. The tiles of the deaf old lady in the backyard and the old man in the front yard were blown off the houses of both houses. They need to repair their houses."
"You've been back for a while now, you should know that these two families are on the minimum living allowance, relying on the government for five yuan a month to support them. How can they afford to repair their houses? We can only ask our neighbors in the yard to donate some money and help us out."
"But my family's situation is unknown to others, and you, Dongsheng, don't know it. I support six people on my own salary, and life is already very tight. How can I afford to donate?"
“Then you don’t donate.”
Jia Dongsheng asked in confusion: "Can we force you to donate?"
"I'm the third uncle in the yard. How can I not donate?"
Well, after Yan Fugui said this, Jia Dongsheng finally understood. This means that he is both stingy with the money and unwilling to give up his status in the courtyard. There is nothing he can do about it. As the third uncle in the courtyard, if you don’t donate money, you will definitely not be able to be the third uncle next year.
The position of the manager in the yard is both a right and an obligation granted by the street.
If you want to enjoy your rights, you must assume your obligations. Otherwise, the people will naturally see through you.
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