The Courtyard House: Xu Damao's Aunt is the Queen of Women

Sha Zhu understood what the deaf old woman meant and was afraid that he would offend someone and be reported.

Those damned He Zongguo and He Daqing! If you had left me some more family property, like the Lou family, I would have accepted it. Even if my social class was a little worse, so be it.

The problem is, all I got were three main rooms, yet I'm being labeled a small business owner with a petty asset class. This is so unfair, more unfair than Dou E's case.

But that's just how fate is, what can you do about it?

Sha Zhu, with a long face and his head drooping, obediently replied, "I understand, Grandma. Don't worry, I'll definitely change from now on!"

Li Meihua, standing next to her, was extremely disgusted. How could Sha Zhu be associated with honesty and straightforwardness?

That's blatant lying.

Sha Zhu was completely oblivious to his own shortcomings and actually believed it to be true. He didn't even reflect on whether there was something wrong with him because he was 29 years old, still hadn't found a wife, and was being beaten every day.

"Grandma, will those two bastards, Xu Damao and Liu Hao, report me?"

Sha Zhu lowered his voice and asked nervously.

"Don't worry, it won't happen. Your uncle and I have already taken care of it for you. But you absolutely must not offend anyone in the hospital in the future. If someone reports you, your bright future will be ruined!"

The deaf old woman gave him a final warning, worried that Sha Zhu might act recklessly and seek revenge on Liu Haizhong and Liu Hao. After a moment's thought, a few sinister glints flashed in her cloudy eyes.

"Zhu Zi, Grandma knows you can't swallow this, but revenge can't be rushed, silly boy! You've learned your lesson after these few losses, you should understand now that Liu Hao is better at martial arts than you, you can't beat him!"

This time, Sha Zhu didn't try to be stubborn, because he really couldn't win. If he kept arguing, he wouldn't save face and would just be laughed at as a fool.

The deaf old woman patted Sha Zhu's hand, her voice tinged with a sinister undertone: "If you want revenge, you'd better hide your claws and fangs, and greet people with a smile."

"It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. We don't engage in head-on confrontations; we play with our brains. We want those people to stumble and not even know who was plotting against them. That's what true brilliance is! Understand?"

Sha Zhu carefully examined the large tumor resting on his shoulder and immediately understood, marveling at how experienced people are indeed wiser.

"Grandma, the old saying is so true: 'Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.' I'll listen to you and not try to outsmart those bastards."

"I used to be too lazy to use my brain; I could just use my fists to deal with people. But when I get serious, my brain works way better than Liu Hao's in 'Liu Hai Zhong' (a character from a popular Chinese TV series), and I can definitely crush these sons of bitches!"

Looking at the confident Sha Zhu, the deaf old woman opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Although Sha Zhu was excellent in every way in her eyes, she still didn't have the courage to say that Sha Zhu was smarter than Liu Hao.

Never mind, with me here to offer advice, it shouldn't be a big problem!

……

Meanwhile, at No. 3 Qianliang Hutong, Dongsi North Street, in front of the Dongcheng District Government.

Xu Damao parked his car on the side of the road, locked it, took out a brown paper envelope from his pocket, and looked at the slogans of the Four Cleanups Movement pasted on the wall by the roadside.

"Boldly expose wrongdoing and truthfully report wrongdoings; the success of the 'Four Cleanups' campaign depends on everyone!"

"Take class struggle as the guiding principle and carry the Four Cleanups Movement through to the end!"

Since the Four Cleanups Movement began last year, falsifying one's class background has been seen as an act of defiance against socialism. If such falsification is found, the consequences range from minor incidents like altering one's file and public criticism to more serious ones like expulsion, re-education through labor, or even legal prosecution.

Moreover, it involves a full-scale mobilization, with high pressure leaving no blind spots. Factories, streets, and courtyards are all subject to extensive lectures, exposés, and mass reporting. Reporting issues such as falsified information is highly encouraged. Anonymous reports are difficult to process, but reports made under real names are investigated immediately.

Xu Damao dared not use his own name, nor could anyone else in the courtyard, because he knew very well that the deaf old woman Yi Zhonghai had paid him hush money to suppress the matter, and no one would dare to report it.

If he uses someone's name from the compound to report it, he will definitely be suspected!

Therefore, after much deliberation, I decided to use Liu Hao's name to file the report.

Anyway, Liu Hao wasn't afraid of Sha Zhu's revenge, and the deaf old lady Yi Zhonghai couldn't do anything to Liu Hao either. If these two old, childless women dared to provoke Liu Hao, he would still slap them across the face.

Besides, there's a reward for reporting it, and I'm helping Liu Hao too!

Xu Damao comforted himself, and the few remaining feelings of guilt in his heart vanished instantly, replaced by an excitement of about to take revenge, which made his whole body tremble with excitement.

You silly Zhu, let's see how you dare to act so cocky in the future!

However, to avoid being exposed, they could not deliver the message in person.

Xu Damao's eyes darted around, and he turned to look around. He saw two little kids building a snowman on the roadside not far away. He took out two yuan and walked over.

"Young men, do me a favor, and I'll give you each a dollar, how about it?"

The two seven- or eight-year-old kids were a little wary, but their eyes kept glancing at the money in Xu Damao's hand.

The slightly older child tentatively asked, "What kind of help?"

Xu Damao laughed and said, "Haha, don't be afraid, Uncle is not a bad person."

The two children stared at Xu Damao's donkey-like face for two seconds, then took a step back in unison; their wary and tense eyes said it all.

Xu Damao's face turned green. What do you mean by taking a step back?

I'll endure it! I'll endure it! I won't stoop to the level of a little brat.

He waved the money and envelope in his hand a few times and said, "Deliver this letter to the guardhouse at the district government. One yuan per person. Want to do it?"

"Dry!"

The bigger children nodded vigorously.

You could have just said you were delivering a letter. It's such a simple thing. My grandfather was a gatekeeper.

Xu Damao smiled and handed over the envelope and the money.

"Hurry up, just say it's a report of falsified information."

"Okay."

The bigger child handed a dollar to his friend, and the two of them ran towards the district government gate. Xu Damao also quickly got on his bike and sped away.

In the guardhouse, Wang Yue, the head of the Dongcheng District Social Education Corps, had just returned from a meeting at the municipal government and was chatting with his old squad leader at the gate.

These days, the gatekeepers of government offices are a veritable den of dragons and crouching tigers. For example, the middle-aged man sitting with his legs crossed, drinking tea, with his right arm hanging limply, is named Pan Zhengqi. He joined the army in 1944, fought against the Japanese, fought in the Liberation War, and fought in the Korean Peninsula War. His right hand was blown off in the Battle of Tieyuan. After recovering from his injury, he was discharged from the army and enjoys the administrative benefits of level 13.

Pan Zhengqi took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Little Wang, next time you come to my place, don't leave it empty..."

"grandfather!"

Two children rushed into the guardhouse, panting, and said, "Grandpa, a man with a very long face asked us to help deliver a report, saying it's about someone who falsified their background!"

Upon hearing this, Pan Zhengqi and Wang Yue were taken aback, and Wang Yue waved his hand.

"Kobayashi, give me the letter."

Pan Lin stepped forward and handed the letter to Wang Yue.

Wang Yue took the letter, glanced at it, tore it open, and pulled out a report letter that was clearly written in a notebook and then torn out.

He Yuzhu, the head chef of the canteen at the Third Steel Rolling Mill, was born in March 1935... He lived at No. 95, Mao'er Hutong, Nanluoguxiang, Jiaodaokou, Dongcheng District... During the Republic of China era, his grandfather opened a restaurant and bought three main rooms in the courtyard. His social class was that of a peasant.

After reading the whistleblower letter, Wang Yue frowned, his mind a little foggy.

Are you a farmer with three main rooms in a courtyard house? Or a farmer with an urban household registration?

If the contents of the letter are true, then this part is definitely fabricated.

During the Republic of China era, He Yuzhu's grandfather ran a restaurant in Tianjin. Running a restaurant meant having a shop and capital, at least at the level of a small business owner or even a businessman. How could he be classified as a farmer?

However, it is also necessary to find out when Grandpa He Yuzhu opened the restaurant. If it was still open between 1947 and 1949, then it is a forgery!

Even if it's not open, it's still a lie. Where would you find workers in the city?

"The whistleblower is Liu Hao, an accountant in the finance department of the Third Steel Rolling Mill?"