Courtyard House: Inheriting the Restaurant, the Jia Family Wants to Get It for Free

The afternoon flew by.

Cheng Shuhai's restaurant was still packed, business was booming.

As evening approached, he packed his things, took his younger sister Ling'er, locked the shop door, and prepared to go home.

"Brother, will there be any more arguments in the yard today?"

Cheng Ling'er held Cheng Shuhai's hand and looked up at him with her little face, asking.

Her impression of the courtyard house, besides being a home, was all about arguing.

Cheng Shuhai chuckled and pinched her nose: "I don't know, but I assure you, no one will dare to bully our Ling'er."

"Yes!" Cheng Ling'er nodded vigorously.

The brother and sister strolled slowly toward the courtyard house.

As soon as Cheng Shuhai reached the gate of the courtyard, he saw a military green jeep parked not far away.

Several people got out of the car, and the one leading them was Wang, an official from the neighborhood committee.

Two uniformed police officers followed behind her, their expressions serious.

Cheng Shuhai stopped in his tracks.

It seems that Qin Huairu has already made her choice.

That's pretty efficient.

Officer Wang also saw Cheng Shuhai, nodded to him as a greeting, and then led his men straight into the courtyard.

Cheng Shuhai, holding his younger sister's hand, followed them into the courtyard.

He wanted to see how Officer Wang planned to handle the matter.

The military control commission's vehicles and uniformed police officers made quite a scene, immediately alarming the entire courtyard.

People were washing rice in the front yard, washing clothes in the middle yard, and chopping firewood in the back yard. Everyone stopped what they were doing and craned their necks to look outside.

"What's going on? Why is the military control commission here again?"

"Judging by this direction, they're heading towards the Intermediate People's Court!"

"What serious incident has occurred?"

The neighbors' curiosity was piqued, and they all ran out of their homes to watch the spectacle.

Yan Bugui and his wife, Xu Damao, and the workers who had just returned from get off work all gathered together.

The courtyard instantly became noisy.

Without looking to the side, Officer Wang led his men through the front yard and directly to the middle yard.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, it stopped at the Jia family's door.

Now everyone understood.

The military control commission's target this time is the Jia family!

Or rather, it was Jia Zhangshi!

"My goodness, what has Jia Zhangshi done this time?"

"Didn't you just get so angry you were paralyzed a couple of days ago and you're already better? You've only been quiet for a few days now, haven't you?"

"Serves her right! That old hag is no pushover!"

The neighbors were gossiping, and most of them had gloating expressions on their faces.

Only Yi Zhonghai frowned.

He felt uneasy.

Jia Zhangshi had just caused him trouble yesterday, and today the Military Control Commission came to his door. Could there be any connection between these two things?

He glanced subconsciously at Cheng Shuhai standing at the back of the crowd and found that the other man had his arms crossed and was watching the show with a look of amusement.

Ignoring the surrounding chatter, Wang raised her hand and knocked heavily on the Jia family's door.

"Knock knock knock!"

Inside the house, Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi, who were eating, were both startled.

"Who is it? Why are you knocking on the door so late at night!" Jia Zhangshi scolded impatiently.

Qin Huairu's heart jumped into her throat.

She knew it was Officer Wang who had arrived.

She put down her chopsticks, her palms sweaty, and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Qin Huairu's face turned pale upon seeing Officer Wang and two policemen standing outside. She feigned fear and stammered, "Officer Wang... Comrade Wang, what... what are you doing here...?"

"We're looking for Jia Zhangshi." Officer Wang's voice was calm, but carried an undeniable air of authority.

Hearing this, Jia Zhangshi, who was inside the house, also sensed that something was amiss.

"What do you want with me?" Jia Zhangshi forced a smile as she looked at Officer Wang and the others. "I'm just an old woman, law-abiding. What do you want with me?!"

Officer Wang looked at her and said coldly, "Jia Zhangshi, someone reported you for openly promoting feudal superstition, gathering people to mourn, cursing others, and disturbing public order in the courtyard. Come with us."

The reason given was exactly the same as the one used when she was arrested last time.

Feudal superstition?

Upon hearing this reason, Madam Jia was first taken aback, then flew into a rage.

"Nonsense! This is a frame-up!" Madam Jia immediately retorted. "This is all a frame-up. I really didn't do such a thing."

She thought it was the same as last time, with Cheng Shuhai pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Officer Wang's face darkened: "Jia Zhangshi, watch your words! We only come here after receiving a report and having solid evidence. Were you in the yard yesterday, calling out for your deceased husband and wailing in front of all the neighbors?"

Jia Zhangshi was speechless when asked the question.

Yesterday, she was so angry with Yi Zhonghai that she resorted to her old trick of "crying for Lao Jia" again.

But she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"I'm crying because it's my man, what's it to you!"

Jia Zhangshi stubbornly argued back.

"You can cry for your man, but doing it in public like that is promoting feudal dross and creating social panic!" Officer Wang's voice grew stern. "Enough nonsense, come with us!"

As she spoke, the two police officers behind her stepped forward, ready to take her away.

When Jia Zhangshi saw this, she knew they were serious and panicked.

She didn't want to suffer on the farm again!

Her eyes lit up and she immediately thought of someone.

"It's Yi Zhonghai! It must be that bastard Yi Zhonghai who reported me!" Jia Zhangshi suddenly pointed at Yi Zhonghai in the crowd and cursed, "He's the one who made me so angry yesterday, and today he sent people to arrest me! Yi Zhonghai, you bastard, you deserve to die a horrible death! What are you up to! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Yi Zhonghai, who was named, was completely stunned.

I?

I reported you?

He's more wronged than Dou E! He's been suffering all day at the factory, he has no time to bother with this old hag's nonsense!

"You're talking nonsense! You're slandering me!"

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that his face turned red.

"It's you! There's no one else but you!" Madam Jia Zhang was convinced it was him, and she started throwing a tantrum. "How cruel you are! Just because our Dongxu didn't take care of you in your old age, you're going to torture us mother and son like this! You hypocrite! You actually resorted to such despicable means!"

The neighbors in the courtyard all looked at Yi Zhonghai with strange eyes.