Siheyuan (traditional courtyard house): 52 years of farming, producing hundreds of millions of tons

The deaf old lady had no good way to deal with the rumors.

Refute rumors?

The effect was not good, or even ineffective.

The only solution is to let it cool down and wait for the hype to die down before the rumors gradually disappear.

Liu Haizhong's home.

"Haha, Yi Zhonghai's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, even blacker than Bao Zheng's! It was truly spectacular!"

"How much is one egg? I'll have two extra drinks to celebrate!"

Liu Haizhong was very excited.

“Affected by the rumors, Yi Zhonghai’s prestige will definitely drop significantly, and he may not even be as good as me.”

"His prestige is lower than mine, so what kind of 'big shot' is he?"

"Soon, the position of the eldest grandpa will be mine."

Liu Haizhong is an official-minded person.

The second uncle in the courtyard house, though not an official, had the only position that allowed him to indulge his desire for officialdom.

He values ​​it highly and cares about it a lot!

Middle Court.

Jia family.

Jia Dongxu is back.

"Mom, I have a question for you. Can you tell me the truth?"

Jia Dongxu looked very serious.

"what's up?"

Jia Zhangshi was in a bad mood.

His tone was very harsh.

Who exactly is my father?

"Is my surname Jia or Yi?"

Jia Dongxu was starting to question the meaning of life.

He had just returned to the courtyard house when he noticed many people pointing and whispering about him, and he guessed that something had happened.

He made sure no one told him, so he started with the children.

It took a lot of effort to finally find out the truth about the rumors spread by Jia Zhangshi and Yi Zhonghai: who is his son?

Snapped!

Jia Zhangshi slapped Jia Dongxu so hard that he saw stars.

"Who do you think your father is?"

"If you want to keep the surname Yi, then go find Yi Zhonghai."

Jia Zhangshi was furious.

"Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't have asked."

Jia Dongxu immediately chickened out.

From childhood to adulthood, he never dared to disobey Jia Zhangshi.

As the sun was about to set.

Wan Pingan returned to the Fourth Academy of Sciences.

"Ping An, why are you so late coming back today?"

Yan Fugui greeted Wan Ping'an.

"I've got some things to finish, Uncle. Has anything happened in the yard today?"

Wan Ping'an asked casually.

In most cases nothing happens; how can something happen every day?

"You've really hit the nail on the head."

Something terrible happened today.

Yan Fugui's tone was extremely exaggerated.

"Something really happened?"

Wan Ping'an parked his bicycle and planned to have a chat with Yan Fugui.

Yan Fugui is also a gossipy person, and once he starts talking, he'll start to chatter.

Rumors circulated about Jia Zhangshi and Yi Zhonghai, saying that she got into a fight with more than ten middle-aged women, and that Jia Dongxu was capable but not surnamed Jia, and was named Yi Dongxu.

Wan Ping'an understood immediately; the 50-cent army was really awesome!

Wan Ping'an only asked for an eye for an eye, but they went beyond that and dragged Jia Dongxu into it as well.

very good!

Wan Ping'an was extremely satisfied!

"Uncle, do you think this is true or just a rumor?"

Does it matter whether it's true or false?

"The key question is: what do the listeners think?"

Yan Fugui uttered a rather philosophical statement.

most of the time.

People are not concerned with the truth, but with the so-called "truth" that is passed down by word of mouth. Once a rumor spreads, the truth becomes unimportant!

"Third Uncle, you're a master!"

"Alright, I'm going home now. We'll talk another day."

Wan Ping'an pushed the cart home.

Yan Fugui had to act as his doorman, hoping to get some small advantage out of anyone.

The next afternoon.

Wan Ping'an left Liu Mudi and stayed at a small tavern for a while. On his way home from the tavern, he discovered that he was being watched by a group of people.

"They dare to follow me when I ride a bicycle?"

"Let's give them a run around first, like they are!"

Wan Ping'an smiled.

He rode his bicycle slowly, deliberately slowing down so that the people following him wouldn't be left behind.

It took more than half an hour to go around in a huge circle.

"It's almost cooked!"

Wan Ping'an rode his bicycle into a secluded and quiet alley.

The walls on both sides of the courtyard are very high.

As soon as he entered the alley and saw that no one was around, Wan Ping'an put his bicycle into his personal space and then used his "Snow-Treading Without Leaving a Trace" technique to climb the wall.

"Treading on Snow Without Leaving a Trace" is a top-tier light-foot skill, extremely useful for scaling walls and leaping over buildings.

Less than half a minute later, the people following him caught up with him in the alley.

"What about people?"

They chased him into the alley.

The people who were following him were dumbfounded.

Wan Ping'an was hiding in a large tree not far away, in the dense canopy. He could see others, but others could only see the leaves.

"Baldy, this alley is dead end, it's a dead end!"

One person ran to the end.

Then he turned around and ran back.

“I just saw him ride his bicycle into the alley, you all saw it too, right?”

The bald man asked the people around him.

Everyone nodded.

"That's really strange. He came in on a bicycle, and this alley is a dead end. How did he and his bicycle disappear?"

The bald man couldn't understand it.

He waved his hand, ordering everyone to search carefully.