The assembly was a tradition in the 1960s.
Usually, it was presided over by the respected elders in the courtyard to deal with some miscellaneous matters that happened in the courtyard.
In the courtyard house where He Yuzhu was, the third uncle in the front yard, the second uncle in the middle yard, and the third uncle in the backyard were in charge.
The three old men sat in the middle of the courtyard on a bench each.
The courtyard house was surrounded by people who had been informed by the three masters to come.
This was how it was in this era. They went to work during the day and basically had nothing to do after work.
The young and old men went around to find some wine to brag about and play chess. The women washed the men's clothes before it was dark.
Everyone in the courtyard was gathered in the courtyard, waiting to see what was happening in the courtyard.
In the 1960s, when there were no entertainment activities, this was the only lively activity in the courtyard.
Seeing that most of the people had arrived, an old man in the middle spoke first.
"Second Uncle, you're the one who called for this conference.”
"Hey, okay."
Second Uncle stood up from the bench and said,
"Hello, dear neighbors. Today, we have called for a meeting to deal with this matter.”
Second Uncle pointed at Xu Damao.
"Where's Xu Damao? A few days ago, he went to the countryside to film it and brought back two old hens.”
"But today, one of the two old hens suddenly went missing. Xu Damao and his wife kept looking in this courtyard, and finally saw this silly pillar... An old hen was stewing in He Yuzhu's house.”
"That's what happened. Let's talk about it.”
The second uncle sat down. He was very satisfied with what he said. He had the demeanor of a leader.
Xu Damao also revealed a smug expression after hearing Second Uncle's words.
Wasn't it obvious who had stolen his old hen?
Everyone in the courtyard knew that he and Shazhu had always been at odds. He had just lost a chicken today, and Shazhu had a chicken in her pot. If the chicken he lost was not stolen by Shazhu, then who stole it?
After the second uncle finished speaking, everyone in the courtyard began to discuss.
"Xu Damao came back with two chickens a few days ago. There are still some mud on his pants. He looks like he came back from the countryside.”
"I saw it too. I can testify!”
"Xu Damao's job as a projectionist is really lucrative. He goes to the countryside every few days. Every time he comes back, he brings some local specialties from the countryside.”
"That's right. The salary of a projectionist isn't low either. Who in the department doesn't envy him?”
"I don't think too much about this matter. It must be that Silly Zhu was jealous of Xu Damao's good life and stole the chicken from Xu Damao's house.”
"You don't need to say that. Who in the courtyard doesn't know that Silly Zhu and Xu Damao have never gotten along.”
"That's right, that's right. This idiot must have stolen the chicken that Xu Damao's family lost!”
Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Second Uncle nodded his head secretly. He also thought so, which was why he called for this meeting.
Third Uncle listened to the discussion on the field and pondered for a while. He thought of the series of strange changes in He Yuzhu today. It was quite consistent with the jealousy and hatred of Xu Damao that everyone said.
"No wonder Silly Zhu was unhappy when I called him Silly Zhu this morning. It turned out that he was starting to compare himself to Xu Damao.”
Third Uncle thought to himself.
The First Uncle turned to look at He Yuzhu. He could not believe that He Yuzhu would do such a thing.
If Zhu Zi had hit Xu Damao, he might have believed it. However, he did not believe that Zhu Zi had stolen a chicken. He had watched Zhu Zi grow up. He knew Zhu Zi's character very well.
As he listened to the increasingly ridiculous discussions of the crowd, the First Uncle stood up and pressed his hands down.
"Everyone, stop arguing. Second Uncle and Xu Damao only said so. There's no evidence yet. Moreover, everyone has to listen to what Zhu Zi has to say, right?”
First Uncle was a highly respected person in this courtyard. Not only did he have the title of a Grade 8 fitter, but he also had extremely high prestige and connections in this courtyard, street, and factory. Everyone respected him very much.
Hearing the first uncle's words, everyone slowly stopped talking and quieted down. They slowly looked at He Yuzhu.
Xu Damao also turned his gaze to He Yuzhu. He wanted to see what this silly Zhu could say under such circumstances.
He Yuzhu faced everyone's gazes without changing his expression. He was very calm.
"Everyone, let me tell you something first. I have a name. My name is He Yuzhu.”
"In the future, everyone can either call me He Yuzhu or Zhu Zi. But if anyone dares to call me Silly Zhu again, don't blame me for falling out with you.”
He Yuzhu's gaze swept across the people in the courtyard. Everyone saw that He Yuzhu had lowered his head.
Everyone in the courtyard knew about Silly Zhu's martial strength. Xu Damao was the clearest. At this moment, under He Yuzhu's gaze, Xu Damao turned his head and snorted softly.
He Yuzhu saw that everyone's reaction had achieved the effect he wanted, so he continued.
"Also, everyone said that the chicken that I stewed was Xu Damao's chicken. This means that I, He Yuzhu, stole the chicken.”
"Where's the evidence? One had to know that slandering a person without evidence was equivalent to going to jail!”
Everyone was speechless, but they were all a little indignant. Everyone knew that you and Xu Damao were not on good terms. If you didn't steal Xu Damao's chicken, then who did?
Coincidentally, Xu Damao's family just lost a chicken today, and He Yuzhu's family started to stew chicken. Was there such a coincidence in this world?
He Yuzhu faced everyone's doubtful gazes and continued,
"I know that everyone is thinking in their hearts that Xu Damao's family just lost a chicken today, and my He Yuzhu's family is starting to stew chicken. Is there such a coincidence in this world?”
"Moreover, I don't usually get along with Xu Damao.”
Xu Damao snorted. You're the grandson.
After He Yuzhu said this, everyone nodded unconsciously. That was what they thought in their hearts.
Xu Damao snorted. You're the grandson.
"But have you ever thought that I, He Yuzhu, am a level-eight chef in the rolling mill? My monthly salary is 37.5 yuan. I can eat a chicken for two yuan.”
Everyone was speechless.
We don't know if you can afford it, but we do know that the widow takes some of your money every month.
At this moment, Qin Huairu felt rather embarrassed under everyone's strange gazes.
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