Shanghai Daily

Volunteeri­ng for a day with China’s most grassroots level of government

- Juweihui.

You quite possibly heard the word juweihui (neighborho­od committee) for the first time when novel coronaviru­s showed up in Shanghai a year ago. They were the workers running around your xiaoqu (residentia­l compound) taking temperatur­es, supplying masks and ensuring everyone knew how to keep safe.

The juweihui is the lowest form of administra­tive governance in China, with thousands in Shanghai alone. Every single household is within the jurisdicti­on of one, including yours.

Its members, headed by the secretary, are voted in democratic­ally every five years — exactly how is usually up to the juweihui in general and can include one vote per household, votes by neighborho­od representa­tives, or some other arrangemen­t. In my compound, only holders of Shanghai hukou (registered residency) can vote.

These neighborho­od committees then work full time keeping one or more apartment complexes running smoothly on a daily basis. In Shanghai, they usually have fewer than 10 full-time staff in charge of the smooth running of communitie­s with thousands of residents.

If you’ve got unruly neighbors, your juweihui will help you out. If you need to quarantine at home, it’s the juweihui who will ensure you have supplies and handle all your documentat­ion. When someone knocked on your door last year to interview you for the latest census, that was your

It’s a lot of work, which is why every juweihui also has a volunteer program. Volunteers are required to work at least four hours a month and can be asked to perform a myriad of tasks from collecting rubbish to visiting elderly residents at home.

I wanted to find out more, so I signed up for a day at the Guilinyuan Community in Xuhui District, a juweihui that administer­s three residentia­l compounds with around 3,200 residents in total.

Its Secretary Hou Yaqin met me at the gate and welcomed me in with a hot cup of water. It was a cold morning, so I also donned a volunteers’ jacket. Before my water cooled down enough to sip, though, we were on our way. First stop: the trash sorting station to do an unannounce­d inspection.

According to Shanghai law, household waste needs to be sorted into four categories. Retired residents usually sign up to volunteer at the rubbish dumping areas on a daily basis, and as expected I found everything in order. I wondered if I, too, might become such a volunteer when I retire. It seems like a good excuse to chat and meet fellow residents.

By now the sun was shining bright, so Hou suggested we head to the next inspection site. “Whenever the weather is really good, like now, elderly residents like to get out in the sun and have a bit of exercise,” she told me as we walked toward another xiaoqu in her jurisdicti­on.

Like many residentia­l communitie­s, this one has an outdoor gym, of sorts, which elderly

residents like to use to keep fit. But because it has moving parts, it needs to be inspected every week for loose screws or anything else out of the ordinary.

No problems there, so it was on to my next task: handing out handwritte­n ޟ (good fortune) characters painted on red paper, a Chinese New Year tradition.

But surely work in the juweihui isn’t all sunshine and lollipops. This place is home to 3,200 people, after all, so there must be some problems or issues the committee face in their daily work.

“Of course there are issues,” Hou said. Just then we ran into an elderly resident hobbling along with a hand full of groceries. The secretary took the groceries from his hands and helped him to his apartment door, where he then had to slowly and painfully climb six flights of stairs — this compound was built decades ago and there are no elevators.

When we got upstairs we helped him open the door and put his groceries on the table. His wife, also over 80 years of age, came to greet Hou, who they know well. After the usual pleasantri­es, the topic swiftly changed.

“When will we be getting an elevator installed?” the man’s wife asked as her husband stood there panting. “Look at him, he can’t do this every day.”

The secretary spent about 20 minutes chatting with the couple about the hardships of installing elevators in such old buildings and assured them she was doing all she could liaising with the local government.

Shanghai’s government has

installed elevators in numerous local communitie­s over the past few years, but in some places it’s just not possible. I’m no expert, but I feel this might be one of those cases.

By about 4pm, after cleaning up rubbish, inspecting a creek, hanging posters, doing a safety inspection with a local police officer, visiting a resident on kidney dialysis and attending a meeting with experts about keeping the community green, I clocked off.

Secretary Hou reiterated how important volunteers are for juweihui in Shanghai and invited me to return whenever I have time.

I think I will, but first I’ve signed up to volunteer in my own juweihui.

The opera “Fifteen Strings of Coins,” created by the playwright Zhu Suchen during the early Qing Dynasty (16441911), is a story of coincidenc­es and mistaken circumstan­ces.

It tells the tale of the Xiong brothers of Suzhou in Jiangsu Province, who were both sentenced to death for two separate but wrongful conviction­s.

On the night before their executions, Suzhou Prefecture Chief Kuang Zhong dreams that two bears come to beg for justice. Because in Chinese also means “bear,” he petitions for retrials of the two cases to redress the wrongs done to the brothers.

The tale is told in two independen­t storylines that intertwine.

The first plot relates to the younger brother Xiong Youhui, a poor scholar studying at home. His neighbor Feng Yuwu, a rich businessma­n with an ugly face and rude manners, always suspects his beautiful wife Hou Sangu of having an affair with Xiong.

One day Feng gives Hou 15 strings of coins and a pair of gold earrings, and tells her to take good care of them. At that moment, the voice of Xiong is heard from the other side of the wall, reading loudly. The wife proclaims him “a diligent man,” which greatly sharpens the husband’s suspicions.

One night, a rat finds the money and the earrings in Feng’s house, and carries them to the Xiong’s room. The next morning when the scholar rises, he is surprised to see such a treasure. Without thinking too much, he takes the earrings to Feng’s shop to barter for some rice.

On the way home, he also buys some rat poison and cooks it into a pancake to kill the vermin. He puts it outside.

Feng recognizes the earrings when he later checks the accounts of his shop assistant. Thinking he has finally found evidence of adultery, he rushes home in the heat of anger, where he finds and eats the poisoned pancake.

Feng’s survivors accuse the wife and neighbor of murder and adultery.

The judge, fatuous and incompeten­t, sentences the pair to death and orders Xiong to hand in the 15 strings of coins. His elder brother Xiong Youlan, who was away doing business in another city, runs back

 ??  ?? As a juweihui volunteer, Andy hands out handwritte­n 㑃 (good fortune) characters painted on red paper for Chinese New Year and enjoys chatting with elderly residents. — Zhou Shengjie
As a juweihui volunteer, Andy hands out handwritte­n 㑃 (good fortune) characters painted on red paper for Chinese New Year and enjoys chatting with elderly residents. — Zhou Shengjie
 ??  ?? “Fifteen Strings of Coins”
“Fifteen Strings of Coins”

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