Courtyard House: Ten-year-old Master Zhu reorganizes the entire courtyard

May, 1946.

The weather gets hot quickly, and people get restless even faster.

The news that Commissioner Li was about to fall from power was no secret in certain circles in Beiping.

The investigation team sent from Nanjing is currently in a restaurant, going through the account books every day.

Commissioner Li knew that his time was running out.

He sat on the sofa in the mansion, the lights were off, and his face was hidden in the shadows.

He didn't want to leave.

I don't want to leave empty-handed.

He touched his chin, a hint of madness in his eyes.

He wanted to make one last profit.

A large sum.

……

When Xu Fugui returned from Section Chief Ma's office at the Materials Bureau, he looked like he had been drained of all his strength.

He staggered as he walked, and bumped headfirst into the courtyard gate, nearly falling flat on his face.

"Dad, how much have you drunk?" Xu Damao quickly helped him up.

"No...I didn't drink it." Xu Fugui's lips trembled, his face as white as paper. "Something...something terrible has happened."

His shout startled everyone who was cooling off in the courtyard.

Madam Jia Zhang was eating melon seeds when she heard the noise and poked her head out. "What's wrong? Xu Fugui, is your house on fire?"

Xu Fugui ignored her and grabbed Xu Damao's arm with frightening force.

"Quick! Go call Master Zhu! Go now!"

He Yuzhu was reading a book inside the house.

It's an old book about mechanical principles, which the organization got for me.

Xu Damao barged in without even knocking.

"Brother Zhu! My dad... my dad's going crazy! You need to come over right away!"

He Yuzhu put down his book and frowned slightly.

He walked to the Intermediate People's Court.

Xu Fugui had collapsed to the ground, and Xu Zhaoshi was patting his back repeatedly.

Yi Zhonghai also came out upon hearing the noise, his face serious. "Master Xu, what happened? Tell me slowly."

"I...I can't say..." Xu Fugui pointed outside, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. "It's all...it's all over..."

"What's wrong?!" Yi Zhonghai asked impatiently.

"Commissioner Li... Commissioner Li!" Xu Fugui finally managed to squeeze out a few words, "He's going to take over... our whole area!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Even the wind has stopped.

"Received it? What do you mean?" Yi Zhonghai's pupils contracted slightly.

"He said... he said that the Nanluoguxiang area used to be inhabited by Japanese and traitors. It's 'property of the Japanese puppet regime'!" Xu Fugui's voice trembled with tears. "He wants... he wants to 'buy' the whole thing! To put it bluntly, he's robbing us! He's colluded with a real estate developer surnamed Wang to kick all of us dozens of households out!"

boom.

Everyone in the courtyard was completely stunned.

Japanese puppet regime's traitorous assets?

This hat is too big.

It's so big it could crush a person to death.

"Bullshit!" a tenant jumped up, his face flushed red. "I've lived here for three generations! When did it become a traitor's house?"

"They...they have guns!" another tenant said in despair.

Yi Zhonghai's face was completely drained of color.

What he values ​​most in his life? A house. Retirement.

Now, someone wants to take everything down with them.

He worked hard and calculated his whole life, but if he loses the house, he will have nothing left.

Jia Zhangshi was also dumbfounded.

She dropped all the sunflower seed shells from her hand onto the ground.

Even if she's stupid, she understood.

Without their house, she and Jia Dongxu would have to sleep on the streets.

She can be greedy, lazy, and throw tantrums.

But the prerequisite is that you need a home.

Now, that premise has been removed.

"No...it's impossible!" Jia Zhangshi screamed, her voice shrill. "This is my house! Anyone who dares to take it! I'll fight them to the death!"

Nobody paid any attention to her.

Everyone was gripped by a huge panic.

despair.

It's like a giant net, covering the entire courtyard.

Only He Yuzhu stood on the periphery of the crowd, his face expressionless.

He looked at the panicked crowd, at Yi Zhonghai's ashen face, and at Jia Zhangshi's tantrum.

Commissioner Li.

This mad dog, even on its deathbed, wanted to take one last bite.

Moreover, it has bitten into everyone's lifeline.

He Yuzhu's eyes turned cold.

He knew that Commissioner Li was taking a gamble.

He bet no one in Beiping would dare to confront him head-on at this time.

They bet the common people are all soft persimmons, easily squeezed and they'll burst.

"What's the panic!"

A deep, resonant shout came from the backyard.

The deaf old lady, leaning on her cane, slowly walked out with the help of Xu Zhao.

The old woman's face was taut, her eyes like knives, sweeping over everyone in the yard.

"The sky hasn't fallen yet!"

She walked to the center of the courtyard and slammed her cane heavily on the ground.

"I, this old woman, am still alive. My husband's memorial tablet is still enshrined in the house. He was a member of the Tongmenghui (Revolutionary Alliance), and he lost his head while following Mr. Sun Yat-sen in the revolution!"

"Who dares to say my house is an 'unlucky' property?"

The old woman's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

The courtyard became a little quieter.

But everyone knows it's useless.

The name of the Tongmenghui (Revolutionary Alliance) cannot scare away mad dogs with guns.

The deaf old lady looked at He Yuzhu.

Everyone in the hospital subconsciously looked at He Yuzhu.

This ten-year-old boy, from some unknown point in time, became the backbone of this courtyard.

He Yuzhu walked over, meeting everyone's gaze.

He supported the deaf old lady's other arm.

"Grandma, you're right. The sky won't fall down."

He turned his head and looked at the terrified faces in the courtyard. His voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

"If he tries to steal it, we'll make him chop off his hand."

"Uncle Yi, Uncle Xu, and all the other uncles and aunts."

"This isn't just a matter for one family. It's a matter for our entire courtyard, even the whole alley."

"If he wants us dead, we have to let him die first."

The boy's voice carried a chilling murderous intent.

The people in the courtyard, looking into his terrifyingly calm eyes, found their wildly beating hearts gradually calming down.

That night.

He Yuzhu found the shopkeeper.

"Commissioner Li has gone mad," He Yuzhu said bluntly.

The shopkeeper's expression was grave. "We've received the message. The organization's message is that this is an opportunity."

"Chance?"

"Yes. An opportunity to completely bring him down and expose the scandals of these officials in Beiping who are taking over the city." The shopkeeper spread out a map on the table and pointed to the location of Nanluoguxiang.

"This time, we can't just act in the shadows. We need to mobilize the masses, utilize public opinion, and ensure that all his political enemies are armed to attack him."

"I need a complete plan," He Yuzhu said.

"The plan is ready." The shopkeeper took an envelope from a drawer. "First, mobilize your entire courtyard. Get everyone involved. With unity of purpose, even mountains can be moved. Second, utilize the deaf old lady's identity; that's our trump card. Third..."

The shopkeeper looked up at He Yuzhu.

"Release all the evidence of corruption that we have on Commissioner Li, without keeping a single piece."

"Let him die without a burial place."

He Yuzhu took the envelope.

The envelope was heavy.

He knew that an even bigger storm was coming.

And he will be at the center of this storm.