After My Salary Was Cut, I Worked as a Truck Puller at the Yangcheng Weaving Bureau

After my salary was reduced, I pulled carts at the Yangcheng Weaving Bureau Jiang Yingliang worked as an accountant for eight years, and his salary dropped from 328 yuan to 127 yuan. My father's asthma medication costs one or two taels per month, my mother's memory is getting worse every day, my daughter Lele has just entered school, and my wife stayed up late doing embroidery and hurt her eyes. No matter how you calculate the account, it's still eight cents short. After getting off duty, he went to the dock to pull a foreign truck without telling everyone. A single order of three to five cents, enough to collect thirty cents, is enough for my father's medicine for a day. No one knew that the man hunched over pulling the cart was "Master Jiang" who had been checking the accounts of the Weaving Bureau for eight years. Until he was involved in a false accounting case. His boss set up a trap, his colleagues were in trouble, and his name was included in the report letter. He took out the records and drafts he had kept... The case was cleared, but life did not get better. My father is still gone. My mother still gradually lost her memory. He just gritted his teeth, picked up what needed to be carried, and put down what needed to be put down. The story of a low-level official in the late Qing Dynasty. No cheats, no counterattacks. There is only an ordinary person, living his life bit by bit in the wave of the times.