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

Yi Zhongding bent down to try and lift the stick.

This kid is quite stubborn. He's perfectly mimicked his grandma's tantrums and rolling on the ground, but he just won't get up.

Ignoring him, Yi Zhongding wiped Zhongxin and Zhongyan's pants clean.

I've brushed off the dust that stuck to you when you were fighting.

That means we've fought together, right?

Then he helped Banggeng up and brushed the dirt off his body.

After all, he heard the footsteps approaching.

"What's going on? Are they fighting again?"

Qin Huairu walked over anxiously, and looked at Bang Geng, whose face was covered in dust, and asked with heartache.

As for why it's "again".

Because that kid Banggeng never learns his lesson.

This wasn't the first time he'd been beaten up by several young men in turns.

"Don't let the thrush come next time. It always tries to snatch toys, even though we're not stopping it from playing with them."

Yi Zhongyan walked to his brother's side, reached out his little hand to tug at his clothes, and said loudly.

"That's right, we have to give him whatever he wants. This is ours, not his."

Yi Zhongxin echoed this sentiment.

"I'm sorry, Bang Geng is still young, so please don't hold it against him. He just likes to play with you, he's not trying to take your toys."

"I'm sorry, Uncle, I'll give him a good talking to when I get back."

Qin Huairu's expression changed slightly, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction, but she dared not vent it.

"It's okay, they're just kids, it's normal for them to fight. These two little twins can start fighting on cue."

Yi Zhongding waved his hand dismissively and said.

As long as my younger brother didn't suffer any loss, that's fine.

But Qin Huairu didn't reply, and walked into the yard with the stick in her arms.

In her opinion.

This is Yi Zhongding's younger siblings bullying her son.

It's just a broken toy.

My hamster is the youngest.

They're still too young to understand.

So what if I let him play with it?

"Brother, she's angry again. Their family is so strange. No matter whose child she plays with, Bang Geng always gets into trouble and gets beaten up first."

"And then the adults in their family will still get angry."

Yi Zhongren watched her departing figure and said with a look of disgust.

"Whether she's angry or not, come on, brother will go back and get you some candy. It's a reward for Zhongyan for helping his brother when he saw him being bullied."

Yi Zhongding pinched his younger brother's cheek and said with a smile.

"Yay, I want a milk candy, Mickey Mouse one."

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhongyan immediately cheered.

"Mickey Mouse? I think you look more like Mickey Mouse."

Yi Zhongding said with a laugh.

Yi Zhongyan didn't care; he was used to it anyway.

I can have anything I want.

Even Xun Wukong, whom I just mentioned, is no match for me.

He only has seventy-two transformations.

I am capable of countless transformations.

When I got back to the courtyard.

Yi Zhongyan watched as Dada wobbled as he learned to ride a bicycle.

His eyes lit up again, and he exclaimed, "Brother, I want a bicycle!"

Before Yi Zhongding could reply,

He added, "I see myself as a bicycle."

Their words made the eldest sister-in-law, who was on her way to visit them, laugh uncontrollably.

Yi Zhonghai almost fell off his bicycle.

If it weren't for the fact that his legs are relatively long...

"Brother, you and Dada both have them, can you make one for us too?"

Yi Zhongxin also joined in the fun.

"Didn't you already have them? They're still sitting there."

Yi Zhongding pointed to the location of the rear room.

It's the same as always.

He made solid wood bicycles for all the little ones.

They were custom-made to fit their height.

Only the wheels and chains are made of iron.

Now the whole family goes out.

He's the coolest guy wherever he goes.

"I want something made of iron. Only children ride on wooden things. I'm all grown up now."

Yi Zhongyan said loudly.

"You've grown up, huh? Now go and calculate what 99 + 78 equals."

Yi Zhongding said with a smile.

"Then I guess I'm still not grown up."

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhongyan immediately wilted.

I hate math the most.

If we don't need to do math.

He only needed to listen to his older brother tell stories to enjoy reading, so he liked reading.

"Haha, Xiao Zhongyan, you're really going to make your sister-in-law laugh to death."

Tan Xiulian was overjoyed upon hearing this, and hugged the little one tightly, showering him with affection.

"Brother, let me help you hold the car."

Yi Zhongding watched him ride a bicycle, relying entirely on the handlebars to swerve back and forth, and occasionally having to touch the ground with his toes to avoid falling off.

He didn't understand either.

Is this thing really that complicated?

In his past life, he often heard people talking about learning to ride a bicycle and he was puzzled by it.

Can't we just hop on and ride away?

"No need, I'll go to the alley entrance to study in a bit, it's spacious there."

Yi Zhongding stopped on one foot, grinning widely.

"Seriously, that's not enough for you to brag about."

"My sister-in-law said sullenly."

My younger brother hasn't even bought himself a car yet.

I'm already thinking about this old man.

"Why are you so envious? Zhongding makes those skin care creams for your hands and feet in winter, but I don't get any of them. I can't even touch them."

Yi Zhonghai knew what she meant just by looking at her expression.

After all, we've shared a bed for twenty or thirty years.

"I can't be bothered with you. I'm going to go see if Zhu Zi is back yet. It's getting late, and if we don't make the stew soon, it'll be too late."

Upon hearing this, Tan Xiulian arrogantly tossed her hair and left, swinging her arms like a pendulum.

"Do you want to learn now? Let's go together, you two brothers."

Yi Zhonghai watched her retreating figure, shook his head with a smile, and then asked.

"I can, Zhonghua, you can ride it too. Come with me, and once you've learned, you can ride my bike whenever you don't need it."

Yi Zhongding shook his head and said.

"Okay, bro, it's a deal."

Yi Zhonghua said with great delight.

The two went to practice driving.

The other kids also pushed their little bicycles and ran out after them.

evening.

The middle courtyard of the main courtyard.

It's still those same few big pots.

I still prefer the familiar stewed meat and sauerkraut.

The difference this time is that each family brought their own food.

No one can afford to supply food anymore.

"Zhongding, the neighborhood committee has sent someone to congratulate you. Come out and greet them."

Yi Zhonghai's voice came from outside the courtyard.

Yi Zhongding put down the large ladle in his hand, took off his apron, and walked towards the moon archway.

Before he could even take off his apron.

Several men and women dressed in Zhongshan suits appeared at the moon archway.

Among them were Secretary Zhang and Director Wang from the neighborhood committee.

This was the second time he had met with staff from the Jiaodaokou Subdistrict Office.

However, he didn't recognize the person in charge.

That's normal.

The grassroots management structure in Beijing has been changing in recent years.

Grassroots leaders come and go, come and go.

The first time was when the People's Daily came to interview me.

So he was a little puzzled.

Those time-traveling predecessors would often have the neighborhood committee director fuss over a small courtyard house.

Are we underestimating the capabilities of a department-level unit?

The population of Beijing has exploded in recent years.

The Jiaodaokou district now has at least tens of thousands of people.

A division-level cadre spends his days with only a few insignificant subordinates.

He personally came to cover up a courtyard house.

In his previous life, what troublesome grassroots affairs did he, a deputy section-level cadre with no real power, have to handle?

They almost never show up in person.

Secretary Zhang of the neighborhood committee can see him often because he lives nearby.

It only takes a few minutes to walk between the two courtyards.

(I'm reviewing the data again, and it dropped by half again yesterday. It's also bad for my health. I think I caught a cold today; I'm dizzy and coughing. So, I'll only be updating at 3 PM today, and I'll update at 5 PM tomorrow.)

(The first volume will end tomorrow. It was originally scheduled to end at 4 PM today, but I have a bad cough and need to get two doses of Xiao Chai Hu Tang.)

(Please give me some follow-up updates and free gifts, my dear brothers. Thank you so much!)