Chapter 70 Punished
"If you ask me, you and Xiaoru should stay in the city. It's not like we don't have enough room at home. Deming and I are really worried about you being alone in the country."

Wang Shuqin looked at Qin Huairu who had already fallen into autism, shook her head and refused: "Baozhen, Deming has told me several times to let me live in the city."

"But mom didn't agree."

"I guess your father-in-law wouldn't agree if he knew."

Wang Shuqin pointed to the north and lowered her voice, "There's still a war going on in the north. Who knows what the future will be like?"

"Your father-in-law experienced the Eight-Nation Alliance's invasion of the capital!"

"Those powerful Japanese devils were defeated by the Western devils."

"Due to the chaos, mom is leaving a way out for you in the countryside."

Yan Baozhen didn't understand, but she felt that what Wang Shuqin said made sense. When the Anti-Japanese War was won in 45, she also read in the newspaper that the Americans had very powerful firecrackers, and they just set off two of them, and the Japanese surrendered.
Late at night, Wang Shuqin had fallen into a deep sleep, breathing evenly.

But Qin Huairu next to her still hadn't felt sleepy at all. She lay on the kang, staring at the beams with wide eyes, her mind still a mess.

This time, the shock she felt when she entered the city was too great.
If the living standard of her sister Yan Baozhen's family was still within her understanding, Wang Shuqin's sudden revelation of Wang Deming completely overturned her cognition.

Although I knew he was very good, and could buy a house in the city and wear woolen clothes,
But the fact that Wang Deming earned tens of thousands of yuan from just one novel was completely beyond her imagination.

Since he is so outstanding, why did he choose to marry me?

Yes, Deming said before: The daughters of wealthy families have many rules, who will serve them after you marry them home?

But do I really want to be with that girl named Zhang Shouchun?

Originally Deming was alone, right?

But what my mother-in-law said makes sense. If Deming has friends coming to visit, or if he gradually runs out of things to talk about with me, can I still keep him?

Qin Huairu shed tears. Although she had entered the city, why was things different from what she had imagined?

"Wontons—open the pot!"

"Pah." Wang Deming, who was brushing his teeth, heard the shouting at the entrance of the alley, spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth, turned around and told Qin Huairu who was mixing warm water: "Xiaoru, let's eat wontons this morning. I heard they are selling them at the door."

"Go back to the house and get some money from the cash box to buy a few bowls."

"Persimmon cakes, sweet cakes!"

"Yes, and buy some persimmon cakes."

"I went to Huamao Clothing Store to repair my sewing machine this morning. I came back early, so we can go back to our hometown together. According to the date, the house should be almost finished."

"Well, okay, Deming." Qin Huairu smiled, turned around and went back to the house to get money to go out and buy breakfast.

After living in the city for so many days, Qin Huairu has gradually adapted to life in the city. It's really like what her mother said, it's too comfortable, breakfast is even bought!

Today it’s oil tea and noodle tea; tomorrow it’s fried liver and tofu pudding; the day after tomorrow it’s sesame seed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk. How can it be that there’s no repetition for ten days?

She has nothing to do except boiling water every morning?
After serving the morning pot of tea, there is nothing to do during the day. At most, I dust, sweep the floor, and rub the thin underwear.

Even the thick coats were washed and ironed before being sent back.
Oh my god, the most tiring time of the day is actually cooking dinner at night? And I often order takeout
She no longer cared about Miss Zhang or Miss Ma. Besides, I wonder if Miss Zhang had given up. She hadn't visited for a long time.

Wang Deming put on his hat, gloves, and scarf, leaving only his eyes exposed, and was about to push the cart out when Yan Baozhen called him, "Deming, today is the day when the night soil collectors come to our house. Buy a few more boxes of cooling oil when you come back."

"Okay, sister." "Also, winter is coming soon. If you and Xiaoru go back to the countryside, remember to bring back a few carts of cabbage, radishes, and potatoes. We have to prepare vegetables for our family."

"Well, okay. Sister, do you have anything else to do?"

".Forget it, let's wait until you come back from the countryside."

"Okay then. I'll go out first."

Wang Deming jumped on the car against the wind and pedaled hard. Soon he arrived at the "Huamao Women's Clothing Store" in Ganyu Hutong.

"what?"

"Why is the plaque gone? Are you planning to replace it?"

Wang Deming lowered his head and pushed the door open. The first thing he did was stomp his feet, take off his hat, scarf and coat, and shake them off to get rid of the sand that had blown onto his body. Then he hung them on the hanger by the door.

"Today."

I looked up and wondered why the store was so quiet today.

The workers who were always busy are not at their posts?

Wang Deming walked through the shop and entered the second courtyard. He found that the workers were all here, talking among themselves. He listened carefully and basically talked about whether the shop was going to close or not.
Wang Deming frowned slightly. What happened? He had been doing well before, and his business was booming. Why did he suddenly have to close down?

Without stopping, he walked through the crowd and entered the main room. Yin Changrong, the owner of the clothing store, was sitting on a chair beside the table under the wall with a bust of Zhu Mao hanging on it, with his eyes closed in deep thought.
Yin Changrong, who used to have a rosy complexion, looked sallow today, and seemed to have a few more forehead wrinkles and white hair.

Hearing Wang Deming's footsteps, Yin Changrong opened his eyes slightly, twitched the corners of his mouth and opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing, just nodded.

"Uncle Chang Rong, what happened today?"

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yin Changrong smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Ahem," he cleared his throat and was about to speak when his eldest son Yin Jiayou came out from behind the wall, holding a thermos in his hand. Hearing what he said, he said indignantly, "Deming, what do you think is going on?"

"Before liberation, our family was law-abiding. After liberation, we actively responded to the call and never defaulted on taxes, wages, or bonuses."

"As a result, our family was rated as a fourth-class basically law-abiding household?"

"Ah?" Wang Deming was also a little confused. Although he was just repairing sewing machines here, Boss Yin's family was not the kind of black-hearted capitalists, right? Whether it was his apprentices, employees, or customers, they all gave him a thumbs up.

Apart from anything else, before the lockdown of Peking, he was worried that his employees would go hungry, so he spent his own money to buy rice and flour and delivered them to each employee's home, which is worthy of praise.

What's more, he had been to Zhongnanhai to make clothes for the leaders, so how could this happen?
Wang Deming frowned and asked Yin Jiayou, "Did you make a mistake? Or was there really an omission when you filed your tax return?"

Yin Jiayou got even angrier when this was mentioned, and he shouted, "Nothing was done wrong. No taxes were evaded!"

"My father was in the inspection agency before, persuading other commercial stores to cooperate with the liquidation work?"

"Deming, tell me what's going on?"

"My father is just feeling depressed now. Before and after liberation, he has always cooperated with the work, donated money and materials, and is a People's Congress representative in Wangfujing. How come he is rated as a fourth-class basically law-abiding household?"

Wang Deming understood immediately that he was being harmed.
"Uncle Chang Rong, has that leader been investigated?"

(End of this chapter)