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This can protect the interests of employees.
The deal has been reached, and everything will proceed according to procedure.
Jia Zhangshi wanted to make another fuss, but Zhou, the cadre, completely ignored her. She also thought that if she didn't cooperate actively, she wouldn't get the money and would have to give it all to Qin Huairu.
After all, Jia Zhangshi's remarriage was the biggest news in the factory, and many people were cursing her behind her back.
Cadre Zhou also disliked this matter.
The factory staff presided over the entire funeral ceremony. Yan Bugui tried to help out and get a meal, but he failed.
I had no choice but to obediently take out 5 cents and pay a gift.
He Yuzhu glanced at the bill and saw that Yi Zhonghai had paid five yuan. Then he took out a large ten-yuan note and wrote He Daqing's name and his own name on it.
In the afternoon, relatives and friends came to pay their respects, and Qin Huairu changed into mourning clothes early in the morning.
He Yuzhu's eyes lit up; as the old saying goes, it's true.
If you want to be pretty, be filial.
Qin Huairu was heartbroken, her face full of sorrow. Anyone who saw her would feel sorry for her, and would feel sorry for her, that she had become a widow at such a young age.
But since the person is already dead, all we can do is comfort Qin Huairu, telling her to be more open-minded and look forward.
There's still a long road ahead.
Life is difficult now, but the steel mill managed to get some grain, meat, and vegetables from their canteen.
It was just a pot of pork offal stewed with cabbage, served with cornbread, and that's how everyone had dinner.
After the relatives and friends had eaten, they all went back to rest. The formal funeral procession would begin the next day, and they would keep vigil tonight.
Qin Huairu asked Jia Zhangshi to accompany her, but he was so afraid that he absolutely refused.
Helpless, Qin Huairu could only entrust the rice stalk to Aunt Jiang and keep vigil for Jia Dongxu alone.
When the night was deep and quiet, Qin Huairu was still a little scared in the west wing.
Suddenly there was a noise at the door. Qin Huairu turned her head and saw that He Yuzhu had already come in and closed the door behind him.
"How did you come?"
He Yuzhu had already stepped forward and embraced Qin Huairu, who was dressed in mourning clothes, with one hand already disappearing into the mourning garment.
"I was worried you were scared, so I came to stay with you."
Chapter 328 Relatives Buried
Qin Huairu first pressed down on He Yuzhu's hand, then glanced at the corpse on the bed.
Her body trembled slightly, her pretty face turned deathly pale, and she was even more frightened than before.
"You...you mustn't do anything reckless, Jia Dongxu is still here!"
Although He Yuzhu's hand was held down, his fingers were still very flexible, moving around and exploring.
Then the other hand went in as well.
“What’s there to be afraid of? Even if he gets out of bed, I can still beat him to a pulp.”
These words made Qin Huairu gasp. She nervously snuggled into He Yuzhu's arms, glancing at the bed every now and then.
Jia Dongxu's body was covered by a white cloth, but this only made Qin Huairu more frightened.
My body was trembling slightly. Although it was a hot summer day, the surrounding environment felt icy cold.
A chill ran down her spine from the tailbone, and she was powerless to resist He Yuzhu's harassment.
In the blink of an eye, the underwear was thrown onto the white cloth.
Qin Huairu couldn't explain why she refused and was about to take off her mourning clothes.
He Yuzhu said, "Don't take it off, I like you wearing this battle uniform."
Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at him and shouted, "You're just humiliating me. My husband just died today."
He Yuzhu laughed and said, "This is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity."
He lifted the hem of her mourning clothes and pulled Qin Huairu into his arms.
According to custom, one cannot sleep on the night of vigil. After Qin Huairu became tired and her eyes dozed off, He Yuzhu led her to do some exercise.
One match after another, without stopping.
Qin Huairu also knew that whether she would live a life of poverty or happiness in the future depended on He Yuzhu's help.
There was no reason to refuse He Yuzhu's request, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and comply.
Although he felt very guilty, Jia Dongxu
However, his mother didn't even want to keep vigil, so the fact that I stayed here to keep vigil for him all night was already doing him a favor.
As dawn approached, Qin Huairu could no longer bear it. She forced herself to tidy up and then lay down to doze off.
He Yuzhu added a few sheets of yellow paper to the earthenware basin, muttering to himself, "Jia Dongxu, we've been playing together since we were kids. Now that you're leaving today, I'll reluctantly take better care of your wife and children from now on, and I'll make sure they don't go hungry."
He added in his mind that no matter which mouth it was, they would not be treated unfairly.
As dawn broke, figures appeared outside. Yi Zhonghai got up and went straight to see his apprentice.
Pushing open the door, I was quite surprised to see He Yuzhu standing before the coffin, adding yellow paper to the paper offerings.
"Why are you here?"
He Yuzhu said, "Although Dongxu wronged me several times before, when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. The grudges from before have also vanished. He was in the prime of his life when he suddenly died. After all, we grew up together. It's only right that I come to see him and burn some paper money for him."
Although Yi Zhonghai had some doubts, He Yuzhu's words did make him feel much better.
Some said with emotion, "Yes, you two grew up together. I never thought Dongxu would leave us so soon."
As Yi Zhonghai spoke, tears streamed down his face. Jia Dongxu, the successor he had nurtured for many years and the man he had chosen to care for the elderly, had suddenly died unexpectedly.
The one who suffered the most was Yi Zhonghai, whose years of planning had come to nothing.
Although the two brothers, Yi Wensheng and Yi Wending, were still in the family, Yi Zhonghai understood the situation perfectly well.
I didn't raise them from childhood, and although they call me "father" now, they're not really close to me.
He only thinks about pocketing money; he doesn't look like the kind of person who can take care of you in your old age.
Yi Zhonghai's crying woke Qin Huairu.
She opened her eyes blankly and saw Yi Zhonghai crying, while He Yuzhu patted his shoulder.
When did their relationship become so good?
However, it was already broad daylight, and last night, He Yuzhu and I hadn't expected that our several friendly exchanges would not have disturbed Jia Dongxu, who was still lying dead in bed.
This reassured Qin Huairu a lot. She moved around a bit, but felt a little uncomfortable. She said goodbye and went out to wash up.
As dawn broke, everyone in the courtyard got up and came to help without waiting for anyone else to call them.
Today is the actual day of the funeral. Leaders from the workplace, coworkers from the workshop, relatives and friends of the Jia family, and neighbors from the nearby alleys—a large number of people have come to pay their respects.
I thought Jia Zhangshi would always be well-behaved, but I didn't expect her to start causing trouble again.
She coveted the money gifts from relatives and friends, and while the recipients were busy, she reached out, grabbed the bag of money, and ran away.
The comrade in charge of collecting the money was terrified and shouted "Stop thief!" before stopping Jia Zhangshi.
“This money is for my son, which is my money. What do you mean by catching a thief? Stop spewing nonsense.”
As she spoke, Jia Zhangshi, clutching her money bag, turned and tried to run to the backyard.
The people collecting the money were employees of the steel rolling mill, but they weren't going to tolerate her and snatched her schoolbag.
Many relatives and friends are waiting to pay, and they are all gathered together discussing it.
Many people knew Jia Zhangshi, but no one expected her to do such a thing.
Hearing the commotion, Yi Zhonghai came over and said angrily, "Sister Zhang, that's your son who died! Why are you causing trouble? Quickly return the money to the deceased."
Jia Zhangshi clutched the cloth bag containing the money tightly and exclaimed, "That's money for my son, it's all mine!"
"With so many relatives watching, and the money still needing to be reconciled, how can I just give it to you directly?"
Faced with Yi Zhonghai's persuasion, Jia Zhangshi hesitated for a moment, and someone invited the old lady over.
Pointing at Jia Zhangshi with his cane, he said fiercely, "Zhang family girl, put the money down for me right now."
Jia Zhangshi wasn't afraid of anyone else, but she was afraid of the deaf old lady, so she reluctantly returned the wallet.
He said, "My son died, and all this money is to be given to me later."
The deaf old woman said angrily, "Now you remember it was your son who died."
Yi Zhonghai apologized to the staff, and the matter was resolved.
However, the staff member was also worried and kept the bag of money in his hand the whole time, fearing that it would be snatched away by Jia Zhangshi again.
Fortunately, Jia Zhangshi was only interested in money and didn't concern herself with anything else.
The funeral proceeded smoothly.
Although lunchtime is a formal meal, it's difficult to afford a feast these days, so it's impossible to prepare a banquet for you to eat and drink to your heart's content.