"Manager Zhang, this matter is not easy to handle.
Mr. Yang was a first-level commander of our army back then.
You should know what this level represented in that era." Director Zhao said with a troubled face.
"Understood!" Zhang Junping nodded to express his understanding.
As long as the commanders of the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War survived, they were first awarded the rank of lieutenant general in 1955, and several others were directly awarded the rank of general.
Such a figure will definitely be the focus of attention at the local martyrs cemetery.
During Qingming Festival and other events, people who visit tombs and pay homage are indispensable.
However, it is not an easy task to move Mr. Yang's body to BJ Babao Mountain.
It’s hard to reach the sky!
Babaoshan itself is not accessible to everyone, let alone martyrs who have sacrificed their lives for more than 30 years, and the local authorities will not agree.
"I want to find a way to get the old man's relics. When we come back, let's make a clothes tomb and bury the old lady and the old man together." Zhang Junping thought for a while and simply gave up.
"This is a good idea! The old lady has been guarding her for fifty years, so she has to make her wish come true." Director Zhao happily agreed.
"Alas! Why do you think this old lady has such a big heart? Are you so confident in leaving her grandson to me?" Zhang Junping said with a bitter smile.
"Then what are you going to do? Adopt it or send it to an orphanage?"
"Alas! Who asked me to eat the old lady's noodles so often?
Speaking of which, I owe her.
Dongzi will be my disciple from now on." Zhang Junping sighed.
"Manager Zhang, no wonder everyone says you are benevolent and righteous. It is because the old lady values this that she can trust you with her grandson.
This is the will she wrote." Director Zhao took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhang Junping.
"This old lady is quite a foreigner, and she still knows how to make a will?" Zhang Junping took the will and took a look at it.
Good guy, this old lady is really particular.
Zhang Junping helped her raise her grandson, marry her and have children. Her courtyard, the east and west wings belonged to Zhang Junping, and the main house and the store room outside belonged to Dongzi.
"This old lady, can I have her house?" Zhang Junping shook his head and put away the will.
Although he is not short of these houses, this is the old lady's wish.
It shows that they are not morally kidnapping you, they are asking you to help raise your grandson, and they are paying you.
"Also, I will apply for Mrs. Yang's funeral expenses later.
Mr. Yang also has a pension, which is about several thousand yuan.
In addition, the state will also give Yang Jindong alimony. It is not much, just fifteen yuan a month and some bills, until he reaches the age of eighteen." Director Zhao has determined that Zhang Junping is sincerely raising Yang Jindong, so he will give him alimony.
The truth was told.
To put it bluntly, Yang Jindong was raised by the state until he was eighteen years old. According to the current living standards, fifteen yuan a month plus bills is enough for his living and study needs.
Zhang Junping only plays the role of a guardian.
"I see!
Let's put the old lady to rest first.
I don’t know anything about Pepsi, so I have to ask our street to help.” Zhang Junping nodded nonchalantly.
"There's no problem with this. I'll go back and call someone right away." Director Zhao readily agreed.
Mrs. Yang is a relative of a martyr in the military, so this is originally the responsibility of their street office.
After Zhang Junping and Director Zhao finished chatting, they entered the room. Dongzi was tired from crying, so he lay on the bed, holding Old Mrs. Yang's hand, and fell asleep.
He reached out and patted Dongzi's shoulder gently.
"Uncle Ping!" Dongzi looked up and saw Zhang Junping, grinning and about to cry again.
"Dongzi, I will call you master from now on.
Just now, in front of your grandma, I accepted you as my disciple." Zhang Junping corrected with a smile.
"Master!"
"Be good! Good boy, I will live in Master's house from now on.
Huai Zhi and the others are here too, you can live together."
"Yeah!" Dongzi nodded, thinking of his grandma again, grinning and crying.
"Good boy, your grandma has been waiting for your grandpa for fifty years, and now she finally has the information about your grandpa.
She went to find your grandpa, you want to..." Zhang Junping said, he couldn't speak anymore, he could only hold Dongzi in his arms and pat his back gently.
At this time, Director Zhao came in with someone.
There are people from the subdistrict office, as well as elderly people from various courtyards in the alleys.
Everyone entered the house and began to get busy.
Someone took out cotton cloth and covered the reflective things in the room.
"Pingzi, please go out first! Let's change clothes for Mrs. Yang." Aunt Wang walked to Zhang Junping and reminded in a low voice.
"Okay!" Zhang Junping nodded and led Dongzi out of the inner room and outside.
In the courtyard, Director Zhao was directing everyone to set up the mourning hall.
In this era, everything is simple, but that does not mean that there is no mourning hall, but the old custom of playing, playing, playing and singing is gone.
Aunt Wang and two middle-aged and elderly women wiped Mrs. Yang's body, changed her clothes, and finished her disguise.
There was no stopping for the coffin. The people from the funeral home came and took her away directly.
Zhang Junping took Dongzi and followed him to the crematorium.
After the cremation was completed, he and Dongzi returned to the yard holding Mrs. Yang's ashes.
The ashes were placed in the mourning hall for people to pay homage to, but there was no incense and no one burned paper.
The pots and stoves have been set up in the yard, and tables, chairs and benches have been set up for mourning and music.
Zhang Junping took Dongzi and knelt beside the mourning hall, waiting for people to pay homage to Mrs. Yang so that they could return the favor.
In the past two years, this set of procedures has not existed in the past few years. When people die, they are directly cremated and then sent to the cemetery to be buried.
At most, there will be a banquet.
At the most strict time, even banquets were not allowed.
"Pingzi, you..." The people who came to pay homage asked in confusion when they saw Zhang Junping pulling Dongzi to kneel in the mourning hall.
"Dongzi is my apprentice, and Mrs. Yang is also my elder. I'll give her a ride." Zhang Junping replied simply.
One after another, surrounding residents received the news, and more and more people came to pay their respects.
There are always some people with dark personalities out there.
"It's a good plan. As soon as this apprentice is taken away and he kneels in the mourning hall, Old Mrs. Yang's yard will belong to her."
"Yes! With such a big yard, if it were me, I would be willing to be a filial son and grandson for Mrs. Yang."
"If you ask me, this guy Zhang Junping shouldn't be cheap in this yard. He should give it to us guys."
"Yes, we usually take care of Grandma Yang's two grandsons, so we should be given a share of this yard."
Zhang Junping listened and sneered secretly in his heart.
It's really crazy to want to eat everything.
Zhang Junping finally understood why Mrs. Yang was looking for him. He was the only one who was not short of money and would not be exterminated, so he had the ability to deter these people who wanted to be exterminated.
"Master!" Dongzi also heard those not-so-quiet discussions and looked at Zhang Junping worriedly.
"Don't worry, as long as Master is here, no one can take your house away." Zhang Junping patted Dongzi on the back and comforted him softly.
"Bah! You're so sanctimonious, I think you enjoy eating Juehu food the most!
You can eat it, why can't we?" Someone spat on the ground.
It was no longer a quiet discussion, but a loud question.
"From Li Ergou's house, Li Ergou is back? Do you believe that I will send you to live there for a few days?" Zhang Junping stood up, looked at one of the women who called her the most cheerful and scolded.
"You are a poor person, you will die a good death! If you do bad things, you..."
"Li Ergou's family, if you dare to curse again, I will send you in today!" Zhang Junping interrupted her directly and threatened.
There was no need to wait for her to scold her before punishing her or scolding her back. There was no need to upset anyone, so Zhang Junping just blocked her mouth with words.
"And you, Mrs. Yang is a martyr of the army. Her husband died on the anti-Japanese battlefield. As the sole heir of Mrs. Yang, Dongzi, who of you dares to think wrongly? The street office, even if the street does not deal with you,
, I will also take care of you.
Think about what happened to Li Ergou, if any of you want to go in and keep company with him, then just keep chewing your tongue." Zhang Junping looked around and said angrily.
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.
Please also trouble Director Zhao to tell those people not to have any ideas about Mrs. Yang’s house in the future."
