Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Zhang Dabiao shouted, put down the basket containing bread, grabbed a stick from the wall, and rushed out!

In their panic, Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu scrambled towards the side room, but naturally they couldn't outrun Zhang Dabiao.

In the pitch-black night, Zhang Dabiao grabbed the two of them and gave them a good beating!

The sticks were all broken!

It wasn't until everyone was awakened and ran out that Jia Zhangshi, unable to bear it any longer, finally shouted, "Da Biao, stop hitting him!"

"I'm your third aunt!"

"I'm your second great-uncle, you idiot!"

Zhang Dabiao got into the swing of things, but since it was the dead of winter, he was wearing a lot of layers of clothing. The fight was loud and clear, but he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

Yi Zhonghai, who had gone out to join the commotion, realized something was amiss—

"Zhang Dabiao, stop hitting her! That's Jia Zhangshi!"

"Jia Zhangshi?!"

A neighbor rushed over with a flashlight, and when they shone it on her, they saw that it was indeed Jia Zhangshi, with Jia Dongxu next to her!

Moreover, it seems that Jia Dongxu was hit on the head, and blood was flowing down his face!

Yi Zhonghai rushed forward to help Jia Dongxu up, and while looking at the wound, he loudly scolded Zhang Dabiao: "Zhang Dabiao, do you have no humanity? One is your third aunt, the other is your cousin, and they're even neighbors in the same courtyard! How could you be so cruel?!"

"Are you trying to kill someone?"

"Report to the police! You must report to the police!"

"Oh my god, my head, my tailbone, my diaphragm—pay up! Pay up!"

"This matter won't be settled without at least 500 yuan!"

"Dongxu, Dongxu, what's wrong?!"

"Dad, Grandma, what's wrong?"

"Daddy—Wow—"

The entire courtyard was in complete chaos. Only then did Zhang Dabiao realize that it was Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu!

What are those two doing in front of my house in the middle of the night?

He really couldn't see it clearly from that tiny glimmer of light.

He really didn't mean it. If he had known it was someone from the Jia family, he would have hit them even harder.

"I……"

He was about to explain something when Yi Zhonghai roared and drowned out his voice.

"I'll give a dollar to anyone who goes to report this to the police!"

Yi Zhonghai pulled out a one-yuan coin and held it high, but as soon as he finished speaking, the coin disappeared from his hand.

It turned out that Yan Bugui had snatched it away and then ran away in a flash.

"Don't worry, Lao Yi, it'll take at most ten minutes. I have a bicycle; I guarantee I'll be back quickly!"

Yan Bugui is currently short of money and knows that Zhang Dabiao and Yan Jiecheng will not report him to the police. In addition, Zhang Dabiao refused his request to resell overseas remittance certificates last time.

So without thinking, he took the money, got on his rickety, three-handed bicycle that was rattling and about to fall apart, and sped off.

He didn't care at all whether the police would arrest Zhang Dabiao.

Seeing that Yan Bugui had already left, Yan Jiecheng felt very awkward. This old man was a real handful. He helplessly smiled at Zhang Dabiao and said, "Dabiao, this..."

"Make him pay up! Put him in jail! Make him eat peanuts!"

Everyone looked at Zhang Dabiao with suspicion, but Zhang Dabiao remained calm and grinned.

"Call the police? Yi Zhonghai, you're the one who called them. When the police arrive, let the Jia family explain themselves—"

Zhang Dabiao pointed to the pile of ashes at the entrance of the wooden fence in the courtyard, as well as the unburnt candles and incense, and half a piece of talisman paper.

"Let them explain—it's past midnight, what are they doing in front of my house like this?!"

When everyone shone their flashlights in that direction, they immediately understood!

talisman paper, chicken bones, willow branches, incense and candles...

This is practically feudal superstition!

This is a huge problem!

Yi Zhonghai swayed slightly. Damn it, I forgot to ask!

Is it too late to withdraw Yan Bugui now?

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The police arrived shortly afterward, and the noise in the courtyard was still ongoing.

The result is obvious: Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhangshi were caught red-handed by Zhang Dabiao, who was getting up in the middle of the night, engaging in feudal superstition in front of Zhang Dabiao's door.

As for whether engaging in feudal superstition was to harm Zhang Dabiao, everyone knows it must be, but no one dares to say it out loud.

Because if you say it out loud, it means you also believe that this feudal superstition has an effect, and you will also offend the Jia family to death.

Therefore, the Jia family's purpose cannot be mentioned.

Jia Dongxu's head was broken, but the bleeding stopped after a while, and it wasn't a big deal.

As for their claim that Zhang Dabiao intentionally assaulted them, that was denied by the police.

It was past midnight, and the only light coming from the burning talismans was enough to make it impossible for me to tell who was who.

And since you didn't introduce yourselves, of course you were treated like thieves and beaten. Basically, it all boils down to one thing—

Who gave you permission to sneak around in front of people's doors in the dead of night to engage in feudal superstition? You deserved to be beaten!

They were ordered to clean up in front of Zhang Dabiao's house, and then the two were taken away by the police.

Yi Zhonghai was extremely anxious!

My godson has been taken away!

However, upon learning that it was only a three-day detention plus a fine of 20 yuan per person, he felt somewhat relieved.

But this money...

He has to come and collect it again...

Isn't this a huge grudge?

Everyone then went home to catch up on their sleep, and to this day, no one was quite sure what was going on—

If you want to engage in feudal superstition, can't you do it in your own home?

You went to Zhang Dabiao's door, what did he do to you?

Recently, Zhang Dabiao has ignored the Jia family. Moreover, Qin Jingru has been helping to take care of Xiaodang and giving her food, and Zhang Dabiao has not stopped her. It can be said that he has done everything he could to be kind and righteous.

What more could you want?

Did Jia Zhangshi get her head caught in a door when she went out?

Why is Jia Dongxu, who's not thinking straight, joining in the fun?

Isn't this just being difficult?

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The next morning, Yi Zhonghai went to the factory to ask for leave on Jia Dongxu's behalf. It was only three days off, and the factory didn't investigate it. A first-level worker taking three days off wouldn't delay the factory's work progress; it wouldn't matter if he died.

Zhang Dabiao didn't really care about the matter; anyway, he had given them a good beating yesterday, which was a way of venting his anger.

As for cursing Zhang Dabiao—you'd have to have the ability to do that.

The tea stall business in Hong Kong was still doing well, earning more than 500 yuan in three days. Zhang Dabiao continued to buy 500 Hong Kong dollars worth of grain, and had Qin Mancang deliver it to Qinjiatun in batches of 300 catties each time. The grain needs of Qinjiatun, as well as the grain needs of the Zhang family, and the monthly quotas of him and Qin Mancang from the factory, were roughly equivalent to a week's profit for the tea stall, which was easy to manage.

Mu Wanqing's work is also going smoothly. She is now helping the publicity department with the blackboard newspaper. When the higher-ups came to inspect the factory, they even gave her special praise. There is no problem with her job being stable.

However, her current grades and qualifications aren't enough to transfer her to a broadcasting position. But there's no need to rush, because Mu Wanqing can take the college entrance exam next year—a benefit Zhang Dabiao secured for her in the ministry. So whether or not she can become a broadcaster at the radio station isn't that important.

He Yushui was also studying hard. If she didn't get into university, she felt that she wouldn't be competitive compared to Mu Wanqing.

Qin Jingru still makes 100 cakes and breads every day. She gets her supplies directly from the tea stalls, whips the cream on the spot, or uses a mixer to whip up the chocolate and spread it on. Because Zhang Dabiao provides most of his own ingredients, his costs are very low.

Other tea stalls are run by individuals or couples. After deducting costs and protection fees paid to the police and triads, they only have about a hundred dollars left each month.

But Zhang Dabiao felt that he was not worthy of doing business if he didn't earn one or two thousand yuan a month!