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

A greedy glint flashed in Yi Zhonghai's eyes.

"Once I'm successful, I'll get a divorce, find a woman who can have children, and she'll give me a whole bunch of kids. Then I won't have to worry about taking care of myself in my old age!"

Yi Zhonghai then thought about the children's issue.

Married for many years, the woman's belly showed no signs of pregnancy, causing him frequent worry and insomnia!

Chapter 42 A Beast Causes Trouble, An Eye for an Eye, Yi Zhonghai Cries

The next morning.

Ping An, along with Sun Tiezhu, hired people to push two carts to transport some pumpkins back, intending to place them in the yard for convenient sale nearby.

"Stop! Wan Ping'an, what are you doing pushing so many pumpkins around like that?"

I just arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

But Jia Zhangshi stopped them.

"What's the noise about?"

Before Wan Ping'an could answer, Yi Zhonghai "timely" appeared.

"I want to bring the pumpkin into the yard, is there a problem?"

Beasts are looking for trouble.

Wan Ping'an was not surprised at all.

He's made a fortune, and all those beasts are green with envy. It would be strange if they didn't cause trouble.

"Ping An, that's where you're wrong."

"Are you going to pile up pumpkins in the yard?"

“The courtyard is a public area, not yours alone. You can occupy it, but you must pay rent, or pay rent with pumpkins.”

Yi Zhonghai smiled.

He found an opportunity to take revenge on Wan Ping'an.

"rent?"

"Are you kidding me?"

“The yard belongs to everyone, including me. Why can’t I put the pumpkin in the yard?”

Wan Ping'an asked coldly.

The commotion attracted many onlookers, and when they heard Yi Zhonghai demanding that Wan Ping'an pay rent in the form of pumpkins, many people's eyes lit up.

Wan Ping'an's pumpkins smell so good.

Last night, several families ate steamed pumpkin, and they were all craving it!

"You said it yourself, public areas belong to everyone, so why shouldn't you pay rent for occupying them?"

Yi Zhonghai seized upon Wan Ping'an's grammatical error.

"The old man is right. Public areas belong to everyone, and we can't let you have them all to yourself."

"Wan Ping'an, if you don't pay the rent, you can forget about getting in."

"If you dare push the pumpkin in, we'll throw it out."

Sha Zhu has stepped forward to cause trouble.

He hated Wan Ping'an.

If it weren't for Wan Ping'an, would He Daqing have punished him by making him flip the ladle for an extra hour every day?

Wan Ping'an frowned, finding the situation somewhat perplexing. Then he smiled, realizing he had come up with a brilliant idea: to fight fire with fire.

"Yes, throw it out!"

Jia Zhangshi strongly agreed, her eyes shining as she stared at the pumpkins on the two carts.

"Yi Zhonghai, public areas belong to everyone and cannot be monopolized by one person. Whoever uses them should pay rent, right?"

"You didn't pay rent, so you just threw your things out, right?"

Wan Ping'an asked with a cold laugh.

"Correct!"

Yi Zhonghai had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

But for a moment, he couldn't figure out what went wrong.

"I'm asking you, did you pay the rent? Did Sha Zhu pay the rent? Did the Jia family pay the rent?"

Wan Ping'an asked three questions in a row.

"I don't have any common areas, so why should I pay rent?"

Yi Zhonghai's unease grew stronger.

But as more and more people gathered to watch the spectacle, they had to grit their teeth and continue, lest they contradict themselves.

"The old man is right. I didn't use the common areas, so why should I pay rent?"

"I didn't pay!"

Both Jia Zhangshi and Sha Zhu admitted it.

"it is good!"

"very good!"

"Everyone saw and heard the new rule set by the old man."

“Whoever uses the common areas in the courtyard must pay rent. If they don’t pay rent, all their belongings in the common areas will be thrown out.”

"Uncle, am I right in my assessment?"

“You must give me a clear answer: if I’m wrong, I won’t have to pay rent, and I’ll immediately push both truckloads of pumpkins into the yard.”

Wan Ping'an stared intently at Yi Zhonghai and the other two.

"That's right!"

"You have to pay rent, or you'll be thrown out."

Jia Zhangshi answered quickly.

Now that things have come to this, Yi Zhonghai can only nod.

"You surnamed Wan, your pumpkin isn't allowed in the compound. Get out!"

Sha Zhu was very pleased with himself.

Wan Ping'an smiled.

He suddenly strode into the yard, running very fast!

Yi Zhonghai was stunned. Why did Wan Ping'an run away?

Both Jia Zhangshi and Sha Zhu were a little confused.

Before they could react, Wan Ping'an ran out, carrying a table, two quilts, and some wet clothes.

Before anyone could react, he threw it into the ditch.

"My table."

Yi Zhonghai screamed in agony.

"My blanket."

Jia Zhangshi screamed.

"my clothes."

Sha Zhu roared.

"What are you yelling about?"

"I'm just following the new rules in the institute."

“Yi Zhonghai’s table is placed in the yard in front of his house, which is a public area. He himself admitted that he did not pay the fee, and according to the new rules, it should be thrown away.”

"The Jia family's quilts and Sha Zhu's clothes are all drying in the public area. They said they haven't paid rent. Why keep them if they're not going to throw them away?"

Wan Ping'an looked at the three of them with a smug expression.

The neighbors erupted in excitement.

"Wan Ping'an, you dare to throw away our clothes? I'll beat you to death!"

Sha Zhu was the most impulsive and couldn't hold back any longer.

Snapped!

Wan Ping'an flicked his hand and knocked Sha Zhu to the ground.

"Wan Ping'an, what are you doing?"

"You threw our clothes away and hit Sha Zhu. If you don't give me an explanation, don't blame me for bullying the weak."