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

She couldn't sleep because Jia Dongxu hadn't come back; she was worried that something had happened to him.

I didn't expect that something really happened.

"You little beast, you dare to tie up my son? I'll fight you to the death!"

Jia Zhangshi rushed towards Wan Ping'an.

Bang!

Wan Ping'an kicked Jia Zhangshi to the ground.

“If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll take him straight to the police station.”

Wan Ping'an coldly warned Jia Zhangshi.

In broad daylight, everyone was at work. Yi Zhonghai wasn't home, nor was Jia Gensheng. No one was willing to help Jia Zhangshi.

The people who gathered around were all there to watch the spectacle.

"Mom, Wan Ping'an tricked me."

"I did try to steal them, but I didn't manage to steal a single one. He put all the tomatoes in the bag; he was just trying to screw me over."

Jia Dongxu complained.

"You little brat, how could you be so cruel?"

Jia Zhangshi stared intently at Wan Ping'an.

"Jia Dongxu went to steal tomatoes, that's a fact!"

"I'm giving you two choices: pay up or go to jail. Choose one!"

Wan Ping'an gave a cold laugh.

Jia Dongxu is a thief; who would believe what he says?

Chapter 19 Jia Zhangshi loses money and breaks down in tears.

"Wait a minute, don't call the police. An old man once said that matters in the courtyard should be resolved within the courtyard, and we shouldn't cause trouble for the neighborhood committee and the police."

Jia Zhangshi smiled, grasping at a straw that offered a lifeline.

Wan Ping'an sneered.

The idea that matters within the courtyard should be resolved within the courtyard itself, without calling the police or reporting to the street office, was proposed by Yi Zhonghai to gain control of the courtyard.

As long as everyone refrains from reporting to the local government or calling the police, and lets him handle everything, his control over Sichuan will only grow stronger!

It is a pity.

This slogan was proposed by Yi Zhonghai not long ago.

It wasn't until the 1960s that Yi Zhonghai's control over the courtyard houses reached its peak.

just now.

He doesn't have a strong grasp on the courtyard house yet.

"I'm going to call the police, what can you do about it?"

Wan Ping'an looked at Jia Zhangshi provocatively.

Jia Zhangshi's expression changed; Yi Zhonghai's card was no longer effective.

"Wait a little longer. I can't make the decision myself. Let Lao Jia (Old Jia) make the decision when he gets home from get off work."

Jia Zhangshi came up with another excuse.

Hahaha!

Wan Ping'an smiled.

The neighbors all laughed.

Only Jia Zhangshi couldn't laugh.

"Jia Zhangshi, are you kidding me?"

"Everyone in our courtyard knows that you, Jia, are in charge?"

"Has Old Jia rebelled against you?"

Wan Ping'an made sarcastic remarks.

Jia Zhangshi was delaying until evening, not because she was waiting for Old Jia, but because she was waiting for Yi Zhonghai to return.

The neighbors nodded in agreement and whispered among themselves.

After they got married, Jia Zhangshi kept a tight rein on Lao Jia. If Lao Jia wanted to eat an extra bite of food, he had to get Jia Zhangshi's permission first.

She said she'd wait for Lao Jia to come back—isn't that a joke?

“Mrs. Jia Zhang, my patience is limited.”

"Give me a definite answer right now: is it compensation or will your son go to jail?"

Wan Ping'an's smile vanished as he stared at Jia Zhangshi.

"Ping An, we're all neighbors living in the same courtyard. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to take this to the police station?"

An older woman squeezed to the front of the crowd.

When Yi Zhonghai was away, she was in charge of handling the affairs of the hospital.

"Yes, there's no need to trouble the police station with matters concerning the hospital."

The second aunt also stepped forward.

The two of them worked together to persuade Wan Ping'an.

After assessing the situation, the three women remembered Yan Fugui's instructions: before deciding on a final strategy to deal with Wan Pingyang, they must not offend him.

We need to observe!

She didn't stand up like the older women.

"You won't let me call the police?"

"No problem, you help the Jia family pay the compensation, and I'll release them immediately, how about that?"

Wan Ping'an looked at the two older women.

"It's not like my son stole anything, why should I pay for it?"

The second aunt refused to accept it.

Wan Ping'an looked at the old lady again.

The older woman hesitated and stepped back; she didn't want to pay.

"Dongxu, it looks like you're going to jail."

"Let's go to the police station."

Wan Pingan turned around and kicked Jia Dongxu in the butt, knocking him to the ground. He then used a stick to whip Jia Dongxu until he stood up.

The neighbors' mouths twitched.

How come I never noticed how ruthless Wan Ping'an was before?

Another kick.

It was another beating with a stick.

Jia Dongxu really suffered!

"Come back, I'll give you the money, okay?"

Madam Jia finally gave in, looking at Jia Dongxu with heartache.

"I'll give you fifty cents, no, I'll give you a dollar, now hurry up and release Dongxu!"

Jia Zhangshi gritted her teeth, her face full of heartache.

"A dollar?"

Are you trying to get rid of a beggar?

"Fifty, not a penny less."

Wan Pingan shook his head.

"How many?"

"Fifty?"

"You're extorting me, you little beast! How can you be so heartless?"

Jia Zhangshi was stunned.

After realizing what had happened, he angrily denounced the Wan Ping case.

“Jia Zhangshi is right. Wan Ping’an is too greedy. Old Jia is a level four fitter, and his monthly salary is only fifty-one yuan.”

"Serves them right. We should have been ruthless when it came to the Jia family."

"Haha, Jia Zhangshi has always been stingy, almost as stingy as the third uncle Yan Fugui. Do you think she'll pay up or let Jia Dongxu go to jail?"