There are no secrets in the alley, and everyone knows what happened to Li Ergou.

Just because I offended Zhang Junping, I was sent to Ankang Hospital for a week. After I came out, I was so thin and disfigured that I almost became a real lunatic. I am still lying on the kang and dare not go out.

After I came out, I couldn't find the street or the police station.

If you weren't crazy, why would you go to a place where you can't reach and make trouble?

You went to find Zhang Junping to take responsibility for your grudges with Lao Wang's family. How could a person with a normal mind do such a thing?

"What are you doing? I tell you to put away your dark thoughts.

Zhang Junping and Yang Jindong are the heirs designated by Mrs. Yang. They made the will under the witness of our subdistrict office.

Zhang Junping has just expressed his position that he does not want to leave the whole yard to Yang Jindong.

Don't make wrong decisions!" Director Zhao also stood up at the right time and shouted loudly.

"There is a counting house at the door. If you neighbors owe Mrs. Yang a gift, go and do it. Don't think that you can just keep the gift money when Mrs. Yang is gone.

Be careful that Mrs. Yang comes to find you at night!" Anyway, they were already at odds with each other, so Zhang Junping no longer showed mercy to them and directly asked for gifts.

He had noticed just now that most of the people who came in did not go to offer gifts at all, but waited for a while to sit down.

I feel like Mrs. Yang is gone anyway, so I can save the gift money.

Old Mrs. Yang lives in the alley, but she is a decent person. She always greets everyone according to the rules when something happens.

Including Zhang Junping's wedding and Aunt Wang's wedding, Mrs. Yang gave a ceremony at all of them.

Zhang Junping didn't tolerate them and threatened them directly.

"Pingzi, you are admitted to be engaged in feudal superstition."

"That's right, you, the leader, take the lead in engaging in feudal superstition."

"Okay! Go report me!

Damn, you thought this was a few years ago? During your Chinese New Year last year, who didn’t secretly burn paper?” Zhang Junping scolded.

"Don't give me any other excuses. Returning a favor if you owe me a favor is a matter of course.

Those who want to eat at the table should go and offer the gift first, otherwise don’t blame me for making you look bad later!" Zhang Junping scolded directly.

Mrs. Yang had just left, and Zhang Junping didn't want to make such a fuss, but he had no choice.

If they don't suppress their dark thoughts now, who knows what trouble will happen later.

Mrs. Yang's courtyard is like a piece of fat meat that is full of aroma, and everyone wants to take a bite.

After all, everyone still wants to have face, and there are still a few who are truly shameless.

When Zhang Junping made such a fuss, they all went to the accounting office to pay the gift money.

Evil people need to be punished by evil people. After Zhang Junping made such a fuss, he calmed down for the time being.

The funeral went smoothly.

That night, Zhang Junping did not go home. He stayed with his new apprentice and kept vigil at the funeral of Mrs. Yang.

The next day, after another day of hard work, everything that was supposed to come came, and after another day of setting the table, it was finally over.

However, Mrs. Yang's ashes were not buried.

Zhang Junping had already contacted Shanxi through his father-in-law, and they agreed to give him a piece of Yang Zhenhua's relic.

Zhang Junping arranged for Xia Guoxiang and comrades from the subdistrict office to go to Shanxi to collect the relics.

After the relics are retrieved, he and Mrs. Yang will be buried together.

This can be regarded as a compromise. The Martyrs Cemetery in Shanxi is very willing to transport Mrs. Yang's ashes to be buried with Yang Zhenhua.

However, Yang Jindong is still here, and it is impossible for people to go to Shanxi every year to pay homage to their ancestors.

Yang Zhendong's body cannot be moved, so taking a relic and making a clothes tomb here is the best result.

Let Mr. Yang return to his hometown.

Finally, Mrs. Yang’s wish was fulfilled.

After seeing off all the guests the next day, Zhang Junping called two security guards from the art company to continue guarding the funeral of Mrs. Yang, while he took Dongzi back to Dashilar.

"Dongzi, this is your master's wife, I kowtow to your master's wife!" Zhang Junping introduced Yang Jindong to Qiu Wenyan, "Dongzi is the grandson of Mrs. Yang, my new apprentice."

Yang Jindong obediently knelt down, kowtowed to Qiu Wenyan three times, and called his wife.

"Good boy, get up quickly!" Qiu Wenyan hurriedly pulled Yang Jindong up, holding Yang Jindong in her arms with a strong maternal instinct, and said distressedly.

"Master's wife!" Yang Jindong whispered, thinking that he had become an orphan, he cried softly again.

"Good boy, this will be your home from now on. Mistress loves you." Qiu Wenyan wiped away Yang Jindong's tears and comforted her softly.

"Dongzi, although your grandma is gone, you have a master, a master's wife, and brothers and sisters. We are all your relatives." Zhang Junping gently patted Yang Jindong's head and comforted him.

At this time, it was useless to say anything. We could only slowly wait for Yang Jindong to adapt.

In the evening, Zhang Junping introduced Yang Jindong to several other apprentices.

"You all know Minghuai, Mingzhi, and Dongzi. He will be your junior brother from now on. You must take good care of your junior brother and not bully him."

"I know, Master!" Huaizhi and the other two ran to Yang Jindong, one on each side, took Yang Jindong's hand, raised his head and said to Zhang Junping: "Master, let Junior Brother live with us! We must take good care of Junior Brother!"

"Okay! Then you three can live together! You can't just be naughty and not do your homework." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

Zhang Junping also hopes that Huai Zhi and the two people can influence Yang Jindong and help him forget his sorrow as soon as possible and integrate into his new family.

The deceased is gone, life must go on.

Zhang Junping thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect that on the third day, someone actually came to his company.

"Pingzi, look, Mrs. Yang has left too, and her yard is empty." Aunt Wang said with a sneer.

When Zhang Junping heard this, his face instantly turned cold.

"Pingzi, don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else. I just thought that Dongzi is still young anyway and can't go back to the courtyard. The house is empty and it's empty. Let your brothers live here for a while and we'll pay for it."

Aunt Wang quickly explained.

"Aunt Wang, don't bother with Mrs. Yang's yard. You insist on it for two years. After next year, our company will build a dormitory building. By then, I will leave a set of pillars for you." Zhang Junping suppressed his anger.

, explained with a smile.

"Hey, our house will be divided into buildings according to the pillars? That would be great. Auntie, thank you here in advance, then we will insist on it for another two years." When she heard that we could divide the buildings into buildings, Aunt Wang was immediately overjoyed and never mentioned the yard again.

’s matter.

In the eyes of old BJ people, the buildings are only for cadres, and only ordinary people live in courtyard houses.

Only a fool would live in a courtyard house if there is a building available.

After sending Aunt Wang away, I thought that was it. Unexpectedly, two days later, Mr. Yang's relics had not come back, and Director Zhao from the subdistrict office came to the company in person.

"Director Zhao, you are a rare visitor! Please sit down quickly!" Zhang Junping enthusiastically moved Director Zhao to the sofa and personally made him a cup of tea.

"Manager Zhang, I came here today to discuss something with you."

"you say!"

"That's it, do you think Mrs. Yang's house can be handed over to our street management? Don't worry, the house still belongs to Yang Jindong. We can only rent it to the needy households on the street. Our street will help collect the rent.

Charge a penny management fee.”

In the 1950s and 1960s, the state had a policy that encouraged homeowners with more housing to rent out their excess houses to the state for rent to households without housing.

The rent is collected by the Housing Authority and then distributed to the landlord. However, the Housing Authority will deduct part of the management fee from the rent collected.

That's why Director Zhao specifically pointed out that their street collects rent and does not charge management fees.

This is considered special care for Mrs. Yang.

"Director Zhao, Mrs. Yang's noodle shop has been open for fifty years, right?"

"According to the old man in the alley, it is more than fifty years old.

Before Mr. Yang left, Mrs. Yang opened a noodle shop at the entrance of the alley."

"Tell me, Mrs. Yang's unwavering love and Mr. Yang's spirit of abandoning his family and career to serve the country are worthy of our younger generations learning from?"

"That's natural. It was the countless revolutionary martyrs like Mr. Yang who abandoned their homes and careers that led to our current New China." Director Zhao said seriously.

"So, I think that Mrs. Yang's Noodle Shop should continue to open, not only to keep it open, but also to open it well.

Because what we open is not a noodle shop, what we sell is not noodles with soybean paste, what we sell is a story, a love story, a legendary story of a revolutionary martyr who left his family and career behind to celebrate and cry."

"Manager Zhang plans to continue opening a noodle shop?" Director Zhao understood what Zhang Junping meant.

"Yes! The noodle shop will continue to open.

Therefore, Director Zhao is very sorry that the courtyard cannot be handed over to street management.
Chapter completed!