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

Then everyone realized, yes—they all knew Da Biao's background. Not to mention anything else, those certificates were still hanging in glass frames on the wall.

It's not that no one reported it in the past few years, but nothing came of it.

So which idiot went and reported Zhang Dabiao again?

Isn't that just plain stupid?

Then everyone's eyes fell on Jia Zhangshi.

The one in the courtyard who is most likely to be the suspect—

Only Jia Zhangshi!

After all, she was the one who was gossiping the most just now.

When Jia Zhangshi saw this situation, she panicked.

She plopped down on the ground, slapped her thigh, and started wailing.

"Old Jia, Dongxu, come up and take a look! These people in the courtyard are ganging up on an old woman like me!"

"I swear to God, I didn't report it!"

"If I'm the one who reported it, may my Jia family be wiped out and die a horrible death!"

The moment this solemn oath was uttered, everyone in the courtyard gasped in shock.

Swearing an oath with the promise of having no descendants is the most vicious curse in Beijing.

As Jia Zhangshi howled, her eyes darted around, her expression extremely comical, just like a clown in a theatrical performance.

Seeing how ruthless she had become, everyone believed that she really hadn't done it.

After all, who would joke about their grandson's life?

The stick twitched slightly, but didn't say anything.

Director Wang walked over and pointed at Jia Zhangshi from above.

"Jia Zhangshi, stop pretending to be crazy."

"You should spend more time managing your precious grandson, instead of constantly targeting Comrade Zhang Dabiao."

"If I hear you causing trouble in the yard again, I'll make you sweep the streets!"

That was a bit of a veiled meaning, but no one noticed it.

Startled, Jia Zhangshi quickly shut her mouth and slunk away back into the house.

Zhang Dabiao stood on the steps, snorted coldly, ignored him, and turned back to the east courtyard.

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The truth about the whistleblower's report was quickly revealed.

It's not just anyone, it's a really great joke.

Only then did everyone remember why Director Wang had reminded Jia Zhangshi to keep a close eye on the stick before he left.

This kid is proud and gloomy, and he's been harboring evil intentions all along. He thinks that reporting Zhang Dabiao will not only bring him revenge, but he might also be able to collect a reward from the police station to buy meat.

The handwriting was crooked and messy, and it was written in pencil. It was handed to the district's petition office.

That evening, the news spread among several core members of the mutual aid society.

Director Wang knew about it, but couldn't say it outright. However, it eventually got out—a letter of complaint written by a primary school student, using a workbook issued by Hongxing Primary School. The student was extremely knowledgeable about the affairs of No. 95 Courtyard, including how Zhang Dabiao distributed grain and who received grain (mutual aid society members). Once everyone compared the information, they would know who it was.

Liu Guangqi smoked with a cold expression.

Xu Damao gritted his teeth.

Yan Jiecheng clenched his fists.

This not only involved reporting Zhang Dabiao, but also dragged in the people from the Youth Mutual Aid Association.

If the report is successful, what will they do in the future?

The food crisis has only been slightly relieved, not completely resolved.

Zhang Dabiao didn't seem to care and waved his hand dismissively.

"He's just a kid. I've reported him all these years, so I can't be bothered with him. And don't you dare mess around."

Although Zhang Dabiao said that, his men were not about to swallow their pride.

Zhang Dabiao knew they were up to something, but he didn't stop them.

The next morning, Banggeng went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

Just as he reached the corner of the alley, two teenagers suddenly darted out and put a tattered sack over his head.

Then came a flurry of punches.

"Ouch! Who hit me! I'm going to tell my grandma!" Banggeng shouted at the top of his lungs from inside the sack.

The person who hit him didn't say a word, and ran away after beating him.

At lunchtime, Banggeng went to the toilet. He had just pulled up his pants when someone kicked him from behind, causing him to fall flat on his face. After getting up, he got a few more slaps on the head.

On the way home from school in the afternoon, Banggeng learned his lesson and only took the main road.

As a result, he was stopped by strangers from other schools.

Without saying a word, the man snatched Bang Geng's schoolbag, threw it on the ground, stomped on it twice, and then slapped him twice across the face.

"You dare to stab someone in the back? I'll beat you every time I see you!" the other person cursed viciously before turning and leaving.

These are all families who have received favors from Zhang Dabiao, either directly or indirectly. How could they tolerate anyone reporting Zhang Dabiao?

Who in this area doesn't know the name of Zhang the Great Philanthropist?

So, let's talk about the stick joke first.

He was beaten three times in one day, and returned to the courtyard house with a bruised and swollen face and covered in dust.

As soon as I entered the Intermediate People's Court, I ran into Qin Huairu washing vegetables.

When Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi saw Bang Geng's miserable state, tears streamed down their faces.

"Hey! What happened to you? Who did you fight with?"

Banggeng flung Qin Huairu's hand away and pushed Jia Zhangshi aside, then threw the schoolbag covered in muddy footprints hard on the ground.

"I don't need your help!"

"You're all useless! You're all trash!"

Banggeng, his eyes red, finished shouting, turned around and ran back to the house in the front yard, then locked the door tightly.

Qin Huairu stood there, collapsing into tears, while Jia Zhangshi also began wailing and cursing.

The neighbors peered out of their windows to watch the spectacle, and whispered amongst themselves.

"See? Yesterday, Madam Jia Zhang swore a poisonous oath that she would have no descendants, and today it has come true for her grandson."

"Indeed, this oath is truly effective."

"Serves him right, who told him to be so impulsive as to report Da Biao."

Everyone shook their heads, thinking that Banggeng was completely ruined.

But everyone thought of a problem: if Jia Zhangshi really did work, then the Jia family would deserve their punishment.

If Jia Zhangshi's methods are ineffective, it means her skills are insufficient.

Is it better if it works or if it doesn't?

In addition, at the end of March, the Liu family held another full-moon banquet for Andy Lau. As usual, Chef Stuart was in charge of cooking. There were no major problems, and the banquet was just a simple affair.

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In April, the willows in the city sprouted new buds.

An international news report suddenly interrupted the broadcast.

Nehru's political situation in India is unstable, opposition activities are intensifying, and his prestige has plummeted. Meanwhile, China's Ministry of National Defense officially announced the release and repatriation of all captured Indian troops.

More than 3,200 prisoners of war were transferred in batches.

The news caused an uproar in the courtyard.

Liu Haizhong ran into the yard with his rice bowl, slapping his thigh excitedly.

"Neighbors! Did you hear the announcement?"

"Everything Zhang Dabiao said in the backyard last year has come true!"

"What do you call that? That's called having foresight, that's called seeing through appearances to the essence!"

Xu Damao also boasted everywhere in the factory that his brother Zhang Dabiao was a prophet who could predict everything, even international affairs.

As Jia Zhangshi sat at the door sewing shoe soles, she heard these words and muttered something under her breath.

"It's just a lucky break, what's so great about it?"

But her hand holding the needle was trembling. She could even predict international affairs and arbitrarily determine the death date of a national leader (although this has not been confirmed). Zhang Dabiao was too strange.

In the backyard.

Yi Zhonghai sat in the deaf old woman's room and sighed.

"Grandma, what exactly happened with Zhang Dabiao?"

"Zhang Banxian was always acting mysteriously; could it be that he really inherited some kind of fortune-telling or face-reading skills?"

"How come everything he says comes true?"