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

Yan Bugui walked to the front door, and even after taking one step out, he still didn't hear the voice he was looking for.

He could only turn back with a hint of resentment.

He looked at Yi Zhonghai, who was still standing there, squinting at him.

He said, "Old Yi, are you sure?"

When Yi Zhonghai saw that he had stopped, the smile on his face returned.

It was as if he had everything under control.

"See, you're getting anxious again, aren't you? Everything has a cause and effect. Report it to the police? Do you dare?"

"What is Ding Ya's identity? The neighborhood committee director and the police station chief didn't explain it clearly that day, did they?"

"First, your son and Liu Guangtian from the Liu family in the backyard have to go in first."

"Secondly, matters within the compound should be resolved within the compound; this is a consensus reached by everyone. If you break the rules, how can you continue living in this compound?"

"Finally, where's the evidence? You think you can just say you hired someone to beat someone up like that?"

Yi Zhonghai looked at him calmly and said with a cold smile.

Yan Bugui was furious upon hearing this, but also felt a chill run down his spine.

Family members of martyrs!

This identity he had almost forgotten.

And he.

Ownership status.

"Old Yan, come back! You're acting like a child, throwing tantrums all the time, and you keep spreading rumors about what's going on in the compound. How can you do that?"

Yi Zhonghai waved to him.

It's like calling a playful puppy home.

"My son can't just be beaten for nothing."

Yan Bugui said, still unwilling to give up.

Yi Zhonghai walked over, pulled him to a secluded corner, put his arms around his neck, and whispered:

"Old Yan, why don't you understand? I've already persuaded Ding Yazi to stop, otherwise he would have reported it to the police long ago."

"The family member of a martyr just arrived in Beijing and started school, and they were bullied by your small business owner's child and his gang. What do you think the result was?"

"Shouldn't you thank me?"

Yan Bugui was speechless; he was already immersed in the tragic situation he had imagined.

"If we don't report it, it's just kids fighting, like Xu Damao and Zhuzi. They've been fighting since they were little. At most, their parents would argue, but who reported it?"

Yi Zhonghai continued.

"Was that just kids playing around? Your brother paid someone to beat up my son."

Yan Bugui said angrily.

"You're wrong. If your son hadn't been influenced by the bad habits of society and hadn't failed the test of socialism, first forming gangs to bully my two younger brothers, would he have gotten beaten up?"

"Did I cause trouble for your family again? No, why? It was just kids playing around, it's over and done with."

"We're all neighbors living in the same courtyard, you can't be so foolish, okay? As a person, you can't just think about yourself, you have to think about others, right?"

"Alright, I've made the decision. Let the kids fight. When they grow up, they'll still be sitting together drinking and calling each other brothers."

"Old Yan, you're a teacher now, you can't be so foolish, can you? You can't abandon the reputation of the entire compound, can you?"

"The selection of civilized compounds for the first half of the year is about to begin. If you tarnish the reputation of the compound at this time, you will be a sinner."

"Alright, figure it out yourself. The kids are waiting for me to come home."

Yi Zhonghai patted him on the shoulder, then turned and went home.

Yan Bugui stood there, stunned and alone.

A long time passed.

He then pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

With trembling hands, he pulled out a... half a cigarette, a cigarette that had already been lit once, and put it in his mouth.

He just couldn't figure it out.

Why did my own son get beaten up?

Instead, I'll become the sinner.

But upon closer examination, it makes some sense.

But is this the right thing to do?

After finishing his cigarette, he figured it out.

Making this a big deal out of him would be bad for him.

So he went home again.

He just muttered to himself: You Yi family, just you wait. If I get the chance, I'll get this debt back in one go.

"Dad, how did it go? Did you get the money?"

When Yan Jiecheng saw him return home, he hurriedly came to greet him, looking quite cheerful.

"Money, money my ass! If I hadn't pleaded with you, you would have gone in first. Have you forgotten that those brats from the Yi family are the families of martyrs? Huh? You dare to bully them."

Yan Bugui was furious when he heard his words.

So she vented all her pent-up frustration on him.

Now it was Yang Ruihua and Yan Jiecheng's turn to be stunned when they arrived after hearing the news.

When Yi Zhonghai returned home, he didn't ask Yi Zhongding what had happened.

Instead, he called all the dolls to his side.

"Look what Big Brother brought you!"

Yi Zhonghai, as if presenting a treasure, took out an oil paper package from behind him and asked with a smile.

"It's delicious."

Yao Yao's eyes lit up, and she spoke first.

"It's a snack; I had it during the Lunar New Year."

Yi Zhonghua wrinkled his nose, sniffed it, and cheered with delight.

"Big pot, let's eat."

Yi Zhongxin, that little guy, was even more decisive. As he spoke, he reached out his little hand to grab the package.

"You, it's already mealtime, and you're feeding them this again. They won't eat anything else in a little while."

Tan Xiulian happened to be carrying food into the room when she saw this scene and scolded her with a playful laugh.

"Oh dear, it's my fault, I didn't think it through. How about this, let them each try a little, and we'll talk about the rest after we finish eating."

Yi Zhonghai slapped his forehead and said with some annoyance.

I intended to put it away first.

But looking at how hungry the children looked...

He softened again.

There was no way to stop him.

"You guys, wash your hands and eat properly. You can eat snacks after you finish your main meal."

Yi Zhongding then stepped forward to speak.

He knew he had to rely on his elder brother and sister-in-law.

None of these little guys can eat in peace anymore.

"Just a little bit, Da Guo. I'll eat rice after that, okay?"

Miao Miao ran up to him, grabbed his big hand with her little hand, shook it vigorously, and said in a sweet voice.

"No, not even pleading. You little rascal, you only know how to use that trick."

"Your sister-in-law has worked so hard to cook this meal for you, so we must first respect her labor and efforts."

"If you went to great lengths to make something for your older brother, and he didn't even glance at it, wouldn't you be heartbroken?"

Yi Zhongding hardened his heart and refused her request.

Whether or not you eat first is not important.

The important thing is to teach them to respect the work of others.

We cannot ignore it, no matter what the reason.

Teaching by example is conveyed through every little detail.

"It's alright, Dingya, just remember your sister-in-law. Let them eat something first; they all look like hungry cats with longing eyes."

Tan Xiulian couldn't bear to see the children looking so pitiful, so she spoke up.

"Sister-in-law, it's not a matter of whether to eat or not, it's a matter of respect. Eating first is a way of respecting your contributions to this family."

"After dinner, the whole family gathers together for a snack, which is a way of respecting the eldest brother's contributions."

"Whether they eat a lot or a little, once they've finished their meal, we can rest assured that they won't go hungry."

Yi Zhongding shook his head and said.

"Yaoyao, Miaomiao, listen to your big brother, let's eat first. The snacks are right there, they're not going anywhere."

Yi Zhonghua glanced at the snacks with reluctance, his mouth watering, but he still chose to persuade his older brother to leave.