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

Yi Zhongding was no longer prepared to deal with Liu Guangqi.

But he was reported by his classmates at school.

The reason is that he once gathered people to attack Yi Zhongding, a martyr's family member.

Therefore, the political assessment was rejected.

There's no way to fix this.

You can say that it's one thing for you to make a big fuss in the yard.

Even the most envious, jealous, or hateful person wouldn't risk offending the entire hospital by reporting you.

But you still go and show off to your classmates.

If they don't target you, who will they target?

When Liu Haizhong came to ask for help.

Yi Zhongding also adopted an attitude of repaying evil with kindness.

They immediately wrote an explanation for him and submitted it to the school's Youth League branch.

But it was still rejected.

Liu Haizhong lowered his head and returned home.

Seeing Liu Guangqi drinking alone in silence only fueled his anger.

He has now been recruited by Liu Haizhong as a forging apprentice for a year during the expansion and recruitment of the steel rolling mill.

But he had completely lost the spiritedness that outstanding young people in the courtyard house used to have.

It's good enough if you're not ridiculed or laughed at to your face.

Not to mention looking down on this or that.

Yan Bugui stayed for a while, and seeing that no one agreed with him, he quietly went home first.

The Yan family's life hasn't been much better in the last two or three years.

His children, however, are not yet of middle school age.

However, he is still receiving a level nine teacher's salary of thirty-two yuan.

It's one level higher than it was three years ago.

This is Yi Zhonghai's work.

He didn't even show up himself.

It merely hinted at an apprentice with relatives in the education bureau.

This apprentice is quite shrewd.

As the saying goes, listen to the meaning behind words, and listen to the sound of a gong.

He treated the principal of Hutong Primary School to a meal that very day.

I don't know what was said.

Anyway, it's just a matter of selecting outstanding teachers and promoting teachers' ranks every year.

Yan Bugui couldn't even get close to it.

Why would you still promote him?

Because there are six people in his family.

A level 10 teacher's salary is 27 yuan, plus a subsidy of 50 cents.

In Beijing, the poverty line is five yuan per person.

Impoverished families can go to the neighborhood office to receive some handicrafts or other subsidized work.

Children can go to school for free.

How can that be?

How can we allow someone who leaves class early every day to go fishing to take such a huge advantage of the country?

So this is just right.

After Tan Xiulian took Yi Zhongding home, she didn't care about anything else and went straight to the room where the altar was set up.

Now, only the memorial tablets for revolutionary martyrs, ancestors, and Yi Shixin and his wife are on the altar.

The statues of gods and Buddhas that were previously kept at the temple were quietly moved back to their new location.

At that time, Yi Zhonghai was considered a state cadre.

Tan Xiulian was initially worried and uneasy.

It feels like there's something about "ingratitude" in it.

She felt that Yi Zhongding's younger siblings would be able to return to the Yi family safely.

It's because these gods and Buddhas are protecting us.

Later, Yi Zhongding became a member of the Communist Youth League and even served as the secretary of the school's Youth League branch.

Therefore, it is even more important not to engage in these feudal superstitions at home.

Tan Xiulian's unease vanished instantly.

Even when visiting temple fairs, she no longer dared to openly pray to gods and Buddhas.

Yi Zhonghai led his wife, younger brother and sister to offer incense to the ancestral tablets and his parents' tablets.

Tan Xiulian prayed fervently, muttering to herself.

Yi Zhongding didn't hear a word she said.

That's very strange.

His mother in his previous life was like that too.

The older you get, the less you know what they're talking about.

(The destruction of the Four Olds has not yet begun, and the complete elimination of feudal superstitions only started in 1958, so it is still permissible for people to exist and worship their ancestors.)

(In many areas, people still pray to gods and Buddhas.)

(So ​​please don't criticize the author; I'm already trembling with fear.)

After a long period of worship.

The family then returned to the living room in the middle of the main house.

"Sister-in-law, let's not cook tonight, let's go out to eat and splurge, let's go to Fengzeyuan where Zhuzi is the chef."

Yi Zhongding said with a smile.

He still held the acceptance letter in his hands with obvious affection.

"That's good, but my younger brother got into university, which is a great honor for the family. Shouldn't we set up two tables in the courtyard? Are we going to go out to eat again?"

Tan Xiulian nodded first, and then spoke.

"That's alright, we can just make pork stew with sauerkraut again."

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand and said boldly.

"Alright then, I'll listen to you. Look at these little rascals, they're drooling with envy."

"Really? Huh? Zhongyan, you're the most greedy."

Tan Xiulian lowered her head to tease Zhongyan, who was nestled in her arms.

"Sister-in-law, I haven't tried these yet. I don't even know what I'm craving, but I'm craving roast duck, roast chicken, braised goose, hot pot lamb, lamb spine hot pot, beef hot pot, donkey meat sandwiches..."

Yi Zhongyan looked up, his face serious, and began reciting the names of the dishes.

These were all delicious foods he had ever eaten in his memory.

Of course, most of the meat was taken out by Yi Zhongding from Shennong Space to improve his meals.

"My brother is so talkative, sister-in-law. I've never had this before either."

Yi Zhongxin stared in disbelief as his younger brother's little mouth opened and closed, each movement resembling a large dish.

"Haha, right, we haven't eaten our darlings yet, let's go eat them today, it just so happens that your eldest brother is on holiday today."

Tan Xiulian was amused by the little guy's string of dish names.

The family was getting ready to leave.

Yan Bugui was the first to step into the courtyard.

Several people followed behind.

Secretary Zhang Yuanbai, who has been promoted to Party Secretary of the Neighborhood Committee.

Also present were Wang Mei, the newly appointed director of the neighborhood committee, and other staff members of the neighborhood committee.

"Director Yi, congratulations! Our neighborhood committee heard that Zhongding got into university, so we came to congratulate him."

After entering the room, Zhang Yuanbai repeatedly cupped his hands in congratulations.

"Zhongding is the only graduate from our neighborhood to be admitted to university this year. This is an honor for our neighborhood, and we are very pleased to celebrate."

Wang Mei echoed this sentiment.

"Thank you, Secretary Zhang. Thank you, Director Wang. Please come in. Zhonghua, please make some tea."

Yi Zhonghai thanked him repeatedly.

Yi Zhongding also expressed his gratitude.

But his eyes inadvertently swept over Wang Mei.

Okay.

The King of Gaizi from Nanluoguxiang in all the myriad realms has finally made his appearance.

Although it's the younger version.

But can she really become the deaf old lady's powerful backer who can control everything in the courtyard?

She has been the director of the neighborhood committee for five or six years now.

In reality, it is a first-level clerk assigned by the subdistrict office to the neighborhood committee, at the administrative level 19.

He's not even at the same level as his older brother.

When she officially appeared as the director of the neighborhood office, the three old men from the courtyard had already gone out to pick up trash.

Why are they protecting this deaf old lady?

Moreover, she didn't appear until the 1990s.

I can't possibly have been the director of the neighborhood committee in Nanluoguxiang for thirty years.

The people from the neighborhood committee didn't stay long before leaving.

They also left behind a red envelope containing five yuan.

Pay attention!

As Yan Bugui left the courtyard, he frequently turned back to look at the courtyard.

His eyes revealed boundless envy and longing.