Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Good heavens! What terrible things have happened?!"

In the alley, Jia Zhangshi looked at the two bloody front teeth on the ground and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

With trembling hands, she lifted the stick.

Banggeng's mouth was full of blood, and his upper lip was swollen high, like two big sausages hanging from it.

The area where my front teeth were had become two dark, bloody holes.

He could barely speak and could only sob incessantly.

"Bang Geng! Who beat you up like this? Tell Grandma, and Grandma will tear him apart!"

Madam Jia was heartbroken and tears streamed down her face; her obese body trembled violently with anger.

While crying, Banggeng pointed indistinctly at Zhang Huaimin's back window with his slurred speech.

"The window...the windowsill...is haunted..."

Actually, Bang Geng himself was puzzled, because he clearly slipped and fell.

But he dared not admit that he had come to steal.

They had no choice but to put all the blame on Zhang Huaimin.

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhangshi's triangular eyes widened instantly.

"Good! I knew it was that little nemesis Zhang Huaimin who was behind this!"

"Come on! Grandma will stand up for you!"

Jia Zhangshi grabbed the stick and stormed out of the alley, heading straight for Zhang Huaimin's house.

Qin Huairu heard the commotion and ran over.

Seeing her son's miserable state, tears streamed down her face.

"Bang Geng, how did you get hurt like this..."

Qin Huairu felt extremely distressed and quickly followed her mother-in-law to Zhang Huaimin's house.

"Bang!"

Jia Zhangshi relied on her plump and strong body.

He kicked Zhang Huaimin's wooden door hard.

The door didn't open; instead, the impact made her feet go numb.

"Zhang Huaimin! You little brat, get out here right now!"

Jia Zhangshi cursed loudly outside the door, spitting everywhere.

"You broke my grandson's front teeth!"

"If you don't pay me 100 yuan for medical expenses today, I'll tear down this dilapidated house of yours!"

In the room.

Zhang Huaimin slowly finished the last bite of the apple.

He casually tossed the fruit pit into the trash can.

He straightened his clothes, walked to the door, and unlatched it.

As soon as the door opened, Jia Zhangshi's hideous face loomed close.

"You little bastard, pay up!"

Jia Zhangshi stretched out her thick finger, almost poking Zhang Huaimin's nose.

Qin Huairu also stood behind, her eyes red, looking like a victim.

"Huaimin, Banggeng is still a child. Even if you don't like him, you can't be so cruel."

"My front tooth is broken, how am I going to face anyone now?"

Qin Huai Ru truly lives up to its reputation as a high-end green tea.

In just a few words, they pinned the charge of "intentional injury" on Zhang Huaimin.

Zhang Huaimin watched the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law working together in harmony.

I just found it funny.

One hundred yuan?

In an era when pork cost only 70 cents a pound, 100 yuan was enough to feed a family for more than half a year.

The Jia family is really obsessed with money.

"Auntie, Aunt Qin, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Huaimin looked at them with an innocent expression.

"I've been eating apples inside the house the whole time and haven't gone out at all. How could I have hit Brother Banggeng?"

"You dare to argue!"

Jia Zhangshi jumped three feet high.

"The dog fell right by your back window. Who else could it be if not you?"

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the money! Otherwise, I'm staying at your house all day!"

As Jia Zhangshi spoke, she tried to squeeze into the house.

Seeing this, Zhang Huaimin's lips curled into a hidden, cold smile.

Trying to extort money by feigning injury?

Okay, then I'll play with you guys for a while.

Since you have no shame, then let everyone in the alley see your true colors.

"System, fuse with the 'God-level Disguised Tear Glands'!"

Zhang Huaimin silently recited it in his heart.

[Ding! God-level disguise tear gland fusion successful!]

next second.

Zhang Huaimin's clear eyes instantly filled with tears.

Large tears, like pearls from a broken string, fell down in a steady, dripping stream.

His little mouth twitched.

"Wow--!"

A heart-wrenching, extremely mournful cry suddenly burst from Zhang Huaimin's mouth.

That cry was even more aggrieved than that of Dou E.

Those who hear it are heartbroken, and those who listen shed tears.

Not only that.

While crying loudly, Zhang Huaimin shouted in his clear, childlike voice:

"Help! Robbery!"

"Aunt Jia and Aunt Qin are trying to steal my father's pension!"

"They were robbing houses the day before yesterday, and today they're robbing money!"

"If you can't steal my money, you're going to kill me!"

"Grandma Wang, help me! I don't want to die!"

Zhang Huaimin put all his strength into that shout.

It has extremely strong penetrating power.

In addition, he deliberately incorporated the "sound amplification" technique.

The cries instantly pierced through the Hongxing Courtyard.

The sound traveled straight to Nanluoguxiang Street outside!

It was afternoon, and many middle-aged women were chatting and sewing shoe soles in the alley.

Hearing that pitiful child's voice calling for help.

Everyone put down what they were doing.

"Oh dear, whose child is crying so pitifully?"

"Judging from that voice, it sounds like the orphan of a martyr from the Zhang family!"

"What? Someone's trying to kill a martyr's orphan and steal his compensation?"

"This is outrageous! Let's go see!"

In this era, the public's awareness was very high.

They have a natural protective instinct towards military families and orphans of martyrs.

"Whoosh!"

Dozens of enthusiastic aunties and grandmas wearing red armbands and carrying rolling pins and brooms.

Like a tidal wave, it surged into the Hongxing Courtyard with overwhelming force.

As soon as they rushed into the front yard, they saw Jia Zhangshi standing at the door of Zhang Huaimin's house, preparing to squeeze in.

Qin Huairu, with red eyes, chimed in from the side.

And five-year-old Zhang Huaimin.

He was leaning pitifully against the door frame, his face covered in tears and his whole body trembling.

Her little hands were still tightly clutching the pocket on her chest.

This scene was witnessed by dozens of middle-aged women.

What else is there to explain?

This is definitely bullying an orphan!

"Jia Zhangshi! You old jinx! What do you want to do?!"

Aunt Ma from the neighborhood committee next door is also known for her fiery temper.

She rushed forward, pointing the rolling pin directly at Jia Zhangshi's nose.

"How dare you steal a martyr's pension in broad daylight?"

"You want to kill the orphan of a martyr?"

"Have you no regard for the law?!"

Jia Zhangshi was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Looking at the dozens of angry middle-aged women around her, her legs started to cramp.

"No...that's not how it is!"

Jia Zhangshi waved her hand frantically, pointing to the stick with blood in its mouth.

"That little brat broke my grandson's front tooth! I'm making him pay for the medical bills!"

The older women glanced at the stick in the direction she pointed.

Then, Aunt Ma sneered and spat.

"Pah! You're kidding me!"

"Huaimin is only five years old. Could he possibly knock out your eight-year-old chubby grandson's front teeth?"

"It's clearly your grandson's own fault for not studying properly; he fell and hurt himself!"

"That's extortion! The guilty party is accusing the innocent first!"

The surrounding older women echoed their sentiments, spitting at Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu like raindrops.

"Exactly! Yesterday you were throwing a tantrum in the sink, and today you're bullying the child. You're absolutely awful!"

"Qin Huairu too, she usually seems so honest, I never expected her to be so ruthless!"

"You're bullying orphans along with your mother-in-law, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Dozens of middle-aged women displayed incredible fighting spirit, each uttering a single sentence, thoroughly berating the Jia family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Qin Huairu was speechless and unable to defend herself.

She originally intended to feign pitifulness to gain sympathy.

But now, in front of a five-year-old "little baby" crying her heart out.

Nobody bought her fake tears.

She felt a burning sensation on her face and wished she could disappear into the ground.

Jia Zhangshi was even more despicable.

After being shoved a few times by several burly middle-aged women, he sat down on the ground with a thud.

"I don't want to live anymore! The people in the compound are ganging up on us, a widow and her orphan!"

Jia Zhangshi tried to use the same trick again, slapping her thigh and howling.

"Shut up!"

Grandma Ma raised the rolling pin and shouted angrily:

"If you dare to yell again, we'll take you to the police station right now!"

"Let Director Zhou be the judge and see what crime it is to rob a martyr's family!"

Upon hearing the words "police station".

Jia Zhangshi's howling stopped abruptly.

She was so frightened that she scrambled to her feet and grabbed Qin Huairu and Banggeng.

Like a few stray dogs, they were surrounded by the scorn and curses of the old women in the yard.

They slunk back to the Intermediate People's Court.

Watching the Jia family members flee in disarray.

Zhang Huaimin lowered his head and wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

A victorious smile appeared on his lips.

This is called using magic to defeat magic.

Green tea? Throwing a tantrum?

Compared to seasoned actors who are masters of child prowess, they are all trash.

The women comforted Zhang Huaimin and, after confirming that he hadn't been bullied, they dispersed.

It was evening.

The announcement for the end of the workday at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill came on.

Sha Zhu was wearing a greasy chef's uniform and carrying a net bag full of leftover food.

Whistling, he swaggered into the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the Intermediate People's Court.

They bumped right into Qin Huairu, who was washing clothes in the yard with red eyes.