Chapter 14: The Jia Family is Always the One Who Gets Hurt
Listening to Song Xiwen talking about the group of receiving officials, He Yuzhu couldn't help but think of two adjectives.
【Five Sons Passing the Imperial Examination】, 【Sanyang Kaitai】,
According to historical records,

Old Xia received more than 20 billion US dollars in assets of various types from Xiao Rizi, but in the end only 4 million went into the national treasury, and the rest all went into the private pockets of the receiving officials.

Of the $20 billion in assets,

No one can tell how much of it is real daily living assets and how much is the property of ordinary people.
Anyway, throughout 1946, everyone from the rich and powerful capitalists to the poor and rootless common people were all panicked by the word "counterproduct".
If you are not careful, you will be demoted to a lower class.
For example, Mr. Qin in Teahouse,

The family factory became a "counter-industry", and he went from being a big capitalist to being penniless, ending up with a miserable old age.

Many residents of Nanluoguxiang were also victims of that incident.
The He family is one of them.
But this is a good thing in He Yuzhu's opinion.
After all, the He family had three generations of chefs and was wealthy. The reason why they were classified as working class was because the He family was also [reverse property] in 1946.

And the above regulations only trace back to 1946.

The experience of the He family is actually not much different from that of the protagonist in the TV series "Fugui".

However, the neighbors didn't know what would happen next. They were still upset about the fact that the high-ranking officials came to take over the land two years ago.

It's just that I am powerless and have never dared to express it.

Seeing that no one was talking, Song Xiwen knew what they were thinking, so he continued to expose the news with a gloating look.
"27 cars and 500 million gold yuan are actually small matters.

There are so many things, if they are piled up, they will be as high as a mountain. They can't be hidden. They will be found sooner or later.
But I heard from Master Ma San that
Along with the money and the car, there were also Czech-style, flower machine guns, box guns, a total of more than 100 long and short guns, more than 100 million rounds of bullets, and even more than 100 grenades.
If this falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, our Peking will definitely be in chaos for a while."

When He Yuzhu heard Song Xiwen say that the gendarmerie and security teams had lost so many weapons, he immediately felt that something was wrong. Someone must be taking this opportunity to settle a score!
Reselling so many weapons and ammunition is really greedy.

But He Yuzhu was not worried.
Anyway, they couldn't imagine that there was such a thing as space in this world, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find it on him.

As for the "interested person" mentioned by Song Xiwen, everyone can guess that he is referring to the People's Liberation Army.
But this was Beijing in 1948, and no one dared to discuss this openly. Everyone tacitly pretended not to understand.

Then someone changed the subject.
"Brother Song, what will happen if Captain Gao and his men can't get the cars and money back?
Are you going to target us common people again? "

As soon as I finished speaking, someone sneered,

"How can this be,

We ordinary people only have a few dollars in our entire fortune. Even if we squeeze our bones and suck the marrow out of our bodies, we can't get 1000 million.
The real rich people in Nanluoguxiang are the wealthy people like Ma Sanye.
But Master Ma San is not alone up there, Gao Shigui may not dare to cause trouble for them."

Just after he finished speaking, he heard Song Xiwen say,
"Not always,
I heard from Master Ma San that if the 500 million gold yuan notes cannot be recovered, the officials in Shichahai will have to use their own money to fill the hole.

The rich lost everything they had.

Those who have no money can use their lives to make up for it.

Who can accept this?

But if I say no compensation, will the superiors agree?

After all, so many cars and money disappeared quietly in front of the security team and the gendarmerie. The officer is not a fool! "After hearing this, the neighbors nodded involuntarily.

"Too,
27 cars, how noisy it would be when driving.

Now he disappeared quietly in front of the security team and the gendarmerie, and the people inside didn't know anything. I wouldn't believe it either.

I would rather believe that the people below were blinded by money and embezzled these things.
I don’t want to believe such an outrageous thing.”

Then they remembered Gao Shigui's quick turn and departure, and couldn't help but curl their lips.
"I said Gao Shigui just turned around and left.
So time is of the essence, there is no time to waste on us, otherwise we will be in big trouble."

"That's for sure. We should hurry up and search Shichahai.
Found the best,
But if you really can't find it, then you must be prepared to rob the big guys.
Gao Shigui and his fellow soldiers will definitely not sit still and wait for death. At least they will fight to the death."

As they were talking, everyone in the courtyard couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"Gao Shigui and his men won't turn Shichahai into a battlefield, right? If they do, we'll be in trouble. Should we stay out of the spotlight?"

At this point, someone looked at He Daqing and asked,
"Lao He, how many days do you plan to hold Lao Jia's funeral? We have to go out and hide after the funeral.
But it can’t take too long.”

"Yes, yes, yes, Lao He, why don't we just send Lao Jia up the mountain tomorrow morning!"

……

Hearing the neighbors asking him to shorten Old Jia's funeral, He Daqing didn't want to draw fire, so he looked at Jia Zhang who had just woken up in the mourning hall.

"Mrs. Zhang, you have to make the decision on this matter."

The neighbors of the courtyard house originally raised 100 yuan for Lao Jia to prepare for a seven-day funeral, and Lao Jia passed away in a grand and lively manner.
Now that the time limit is shortened to 3 days, Jia Zhang is naturally unwilling to do so.

"How can that be possible? Even if we include tomorrow, it's only been three days. We, Lao Jia, must perform the ritual for a full seven days, otherwise, what will happen?"

But this matter was not subject to Jia Zhang's will. As soon as she finished speaking, the frightened lamas said,

"Mrs. Zhang, we should have listened to you, the master.
But now is different from the past,
If we let Gao Shigui and his men get involved, we will definitely suffer heavy losses. So I'm sorry, can we send Lao Jia to the mountain tomorrow?

If it doesn't work, we will double your salary and you can find another one."

It is indeed different now than in the past.
If it were the old days, even if it rained knives from the sky, these people would help to complete Lao Jia's funeral.

Even if Jia Zhangshi had a hundred reasons not to want to do so,
But she also knew that she couldn't ask these relatives and neighbors to take the risk of attending Lao Jia's funeral.
After crying and complaining about how people’s hearts have changed, she reluctantly agreed.

Seeing that Jia Zhang agreed, the lamas immediately began various funeral rites and rituals. He Daqing also arranged for Xu Fugui to go to the vegetable market and return the meat and vegetables he had ordered.

He Yuzhu had been cooking with He Daqing for the entire day, and only used the space to maintain his weapons before going to bed at night.
At 4: the next morning, He Daqing woke him up from his bed again.
"Zhu Zi, hurry up and get up.

We have to send your uncle Jia up the mountain today, so we have to prepare breakfast now, otherwise we will miss the auspicious time."

(End of this chapter)