At the beginning, he took his seven younger siblings to join Yi Zhonghai.

The people in the courtyard are envious.

Yi Zhonghai and Tan Xiulian came out after hearing the commotion.

Seven bouncy "little tails" followed behind.

You can still faintly hear Tan Xiulian telling Yi Zhongxin and Yi Zhongyan to watch their step.

"Why is it so lively today, guys?"

Yi Zhonghai didn't see his younger brother in the crowd, and even asked the neighbors on the outside with a smile.

"See for yourself."

The neighbor moved aside.

Yi Zhongding, who was holding onto his bicycle, came into their view.

"My brother is back."

Yi Zhongyan cheered and ran forward quickly, grabbing his brother's leg.

The other five little ones cheered and gathered around.

"I said, is it really necessary? You all saw this bicycle when I just brought it back."

"Hey, Zhongding, when did you get home? You even brought your bicycle out!"

"It's quite a coincidence. Your sister-in-law asked me to buy a bottle of soy sauce, and when I got to the supply and marketing cooperative, I saw them arranging bicycles."

"I figured you're in college now, you can't keep walking, so I got you a car. See if you like it."

When Yi Zhonghai saw him, he revealed a bright and proud smile, as if he were showing off a treasure to his younger brother.

"No, sir, the car you bought is still at home."

Yi Zhongyan raised his little hand and pointed in the direction of his home.

(Is this not a good way to address her? I was thinking that these kids could use it, it's more affectionate, after all, there's the title "sister-in-law" and "someone important person".)

(If the older brothers have too many opinions, I will revise it again.)

"I knew something was wrong. I saw the car was still parked in the yard before I came out."

Tan Xiulian echoed this.

"Hey, Uncle Yi, you're mistaken. Uncle Zhongding bought this himself, or rather, he bought it for you so you could ride it to and from get off work."

Xu Damao said to the crowd.

Yi Zhongding glanced at him.

This kid is the same age as him, but three months younger; he's also nineteen this year.

However, he started school a year later than others, so he will only be in his senior year of high school this fall.

He was a restless student at school.

He inherited his father's traits.

However, his quick wit and eloquence allowed him to thrive in the world.

He just loves to flirt with his female classmates.

So I almost didn't even get into the Communist Youth League.

If they really didn't get in.

He might not be eligible to be a projectionist then.

In the end, it was his father who passed away, I don't know why.

That was considered getting him into the Communist Youth League.

Xu Damao's brain is nowhere near as good as his father's.

After all, before the liberation, Xu Wengui was Lou Bancheng's henchman.

In the later part of the series, when he appears and schemes to get He Yuzhu to settle Xu Damao's accounts.

That self-inflicted injury ruse, let's just say it was executed brilliantly.

But at least they completely controlled He Yuzhu's personality.

Keep in mind that he had been away from the courtyard house for decades by then.

That's how well he understands people's hearts.

Everyone deserves a thumbs up.

She schemed to persuade Qin Huairu to persuade her sister to remarry Xu Damao.

He wielded the big stick of human relationships and morality with no less skill than Yi Zhonghai, and perhaps even better.

But the so-called retribution.

Perhaps it is because of the reason we live that we will die.

He spent his whole life plotting and scheming.

I got so old that I was driven to my death by my own son.

"What? You bought this for me? You kid, why didn't you talk to me about it first? I'm so old, why would I ride a bicycle? I don't know how to ride one. The point is..."

"Brothers, tell me, this kid is too loose-fisted. Young people with a little money don't know how to spend it properly."

"How am I supposed to commute to get off work with you guys from now on? This car can't carry many people."

Yi Zhonghai complained about his son being a "spendthrift," but his face was beaming with the bright smile of a child who had just received a toy.

No.

It makes them even happier than a child getting a toy.

His gaze also fell on the bicycle.

It's as if I can already see myself leisurely riding my bicycle to the factory.

The scene of his "older brothers" huffing and puffing as they hurried along behind.

This... tell me, how can I possibly accept this?

I rode it.

They walked.

I am neither in a hurry nor in a slow manner.

They rushed as fast as they could.

This isn't... isn't this alienating from the masses?

"Old Yi, put your molars back in. They're covered in stains, yellowish-brown, and look awful."

Xu Wengui took a deep drag on his cigarette and said expressionlessly.

He didn't go to the countryside to show a movie today, which is quite rare.

I'm teaching my eldest son projection skills at home.

But he's feeling a bit unwell right now.

No.

feeling bad.

If I could do it all over again.

He's going to the countryside to show movies.

Today.

Right now.

After Xu Wengui finished speaking, he looked at his eldest son, who was still grinning with envy and jealousy.

He wanted to slap him to death.

She regretted bringing him into the palace back then.

It can't be stuffed back in now.

That little bastard.

I just heard that Yi Zhonghai bought a bicycle for his younger brother.

After returning home, he still had the nerve to ask me to buy him a bicycle as well.

"Yeah, these young people, they just love to show off. They don't think about the long term, they don't know how hard it is to earn this money."

Yan Bugui didn't immediately think of Xu Wengui; instead, he was worried about the money.

"Teacher Yan, you're wrong too. Uncle Zhongding's money was all earned by himself. How could he not know how hard it is to make money?"

"That's because people care about his brother; the two brothers have a good relationship."

"However, you shouldn't dwell on this matter; it won't make a difference."

"With your family's meticulous planning, you'd separate even the pickled vegetable shreds by the root. This good thing is not for you."

He Yuzhu crossed his arms over his chest, his mouth opening and closing with the same carefree attitude.

He considered himself a big shot from the capital city.

It's all about maintaining a sense of propriety.

I can't stand Yan Bugui's stingy attitude.

Oh.

They also looked down on Jia Dongxu's stinginess.

Damn it.

He only smokes cigarettes for himself.

These two are alike.

That's why he couldn't stand it.

But he wouldn't say anything about the latter.

After all, their experiences are quite similar, so they can empathize with each other.

"Shazhu, you...you're insulting me! You're rude! Everyone tries to make a living this way, right? Is someone who spends money like that supposed to be managing a household?"

Yan Bugui's face turned red with anger, and he trembled with rage.

Don't I, a dignified people's teacher, have any dignity?

"Fine, I'm too lazy to argue with you. You can keep scheming."

"If you ask me, you still don't understand the calculations well enough. Hey, let me teach you. When you add shredded radish, add plenty of salt, and divide it by the root. One root can make several mouthfuls of rice."

He Yuzhu gave a wicked smile and offered some advice.

They completely ignored the gnashing teeth of the Yan family members behind Yan Bugui.

You beast!

brute!

Yan Jiecheng and the others were so angry that their eyes turned red.

We're already having such a tough time, and you, you lousy cook, are making things even worse for us.