Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

As foul-smelling swill splashed everywhere, Jia Zhangshi's upper body plunged precisely into the wooden bucket filled with rotten vegetable leaves, fish scales, and leftover soup.

The scene was simply unbearable to watch.

Two thick, short legs kicked wildly outside the bucket, like a turtle whose shell had been flipped over.

"Ugh... I'm going to vomit!"

A series of nauseating retching sounds came from the swill bucket.

The neighbors around pinched their noses and backed away, but the expressions on their faces were quite interesting.

I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare to laugh out loud.

This retribution came too quickly; he had just said there was a ghost on the door, and now he'd fallen into a garbage can himself.

Zhang Huaimin calmly took a sip of soda.

He even kindly reminded her, "Auntie, this bucket is the one I used to wash the mop yesterday. The water is a bit dirty, so please be careful not to choke."

These words were even more vicious than slapping Jia Zhangshi in the face.

Qin Huairu and several kind-hearted women rushed forward and, with great effort, managed to pull Jia Zhangshi out of the swill bucket.

At this time, Jia Zhangshi.

His head was covered in rotten cabbage leaves, and his face was smeared with unknown black grime.

It reeked of a suffocating, sour stench.

She didn't even have the strength to curse anymore; she dry heaved and frantically wiped her face with her sleeve.

"Quick! Quickly take the stalk back!"

Yi Zhonghai could no longer stand it.

He covered his nose and directed several young men to lift the sticks off the ground.

Qin Huairu helped the stinking Jia Zhangshi, and the family fled back to the central courtyard in a disheveled state, amidst suppressed laughter.

After this incident, the Jia family became famous throughout Nanluoguxiang.

A pheasant stole a chicken and got its rear end pecked raw; it also broke its front teeth when it fell through a window.

I tried to pry open a door again today, and ended up getting electrocuted like a roast suckling pig.

Jia Zhangshi even performed a unique skill: washing her hair while standing upright in a swill bucket.

Within half a day, this incident became the biggest source of amusement for the entire alley.

Whenever the Jia family is mentioned, everyone in the compound shakes their heads and chuckles to themselves.

As for Zhang Huaimin, who was five years old in the front yard.

People kept their distance from him, and no one dared to covet his two large brick houses anymore.

This child is not only protected by the state, but the doors and windows of his house are also extremely strange!

Whoever touches it is doomed!

The Intermediate People's Court, the Jia family.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicinal wine and a lingering sour odor.

Banggeng lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), his head wrapped in gauze, his face pale, groaning weakly.

Herbal medicine was applied to the broken front tooth, and it swelled up like a big steamed bun.

Jia Zhangshi washed her hair three times, but still felt a sour smell on her body.

She sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), wiping away tears while viciously cursing:

"You heartless, despicable brat! You deserve to be struck by lightning!"

"What sins has our Jia family committed to deserve such a jinx!"

"Dongxu! Open your eyes in heaven and see what your mother and son have been bullied like this!"

The more Jia Zhangshi cursed, the angrier she became, and she pounded the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove) with her fists.

But after these extremely painful lessons, she now only indulges in idle talk.

Even if she had ten more lives, she wouldn't dare to cause trouble in front of Zhang Huaimin's house again.

Qin Huairu sat on a broken stool to the side, holding a rough porcelain bowl in her hand, her eyes vacant.

She saw things more clearly than Jia Zhangshi.

This five-year-old Zhang Huaimin is no ordinary orphan.

His shrewdness, his intellect, and his unpredictable methods.

Let alone these women, even if all the men in the courtyard were put together, they couldn't beat him!

What's more, they have the support of the neighborhood committee and the police station.

That's a real state apparatus.

"Mom, please stop scolding me. Save your energy."

Qin Huairu sighed helplessly, her eyes reddening slightly.

"That child is someone we can't afford to offend."

"Director Wang has given the order: anyone who dares to touch him will be sent to a labor camp."

"If we keep causing trouble and actually call the police, what will happen to Banggeng?"

Upon hearing the words "reform through labor," Jia Zhangshi's cursing stopped abruptly.

Although she was a bit of a rascal, she was more afraid of going to jail than anyone else.

"So... then we'll just leave it at that?"

Jia Zhangshi gritted her teeth in frustration, "Our family is almost out of money even to buy cornmeal!"

"Since the stem is injured like this, we should at least buy some bones to make soup to help it heal, right?"

Qin Huairu fell silent.

Yes, where's the money? Where's the food?

With Sha Zhu as their long-term meal ticket, the Jia family lived a more comfortable life than most families.

The barley stalks can get meat every few days.

But ever since that night when the truth potion caused him to self-destruct.

Sha Zhu seemed like a completely different person.

In the past two days, Qin Huairu went to the pool in the middle courtyard to wash clothes several times.

She wanted to deliberately shed a few tears in front of Sha Zhu and complain about the difficulties her family faced.

The results of it?

Whenever Sha Zhu sees her, he's like a mouse seeing a cat.

They either turned and ran away, or made an excuse that the water on the stove had boiled, and escaped faster than a rabbit.

He didn't dare say a single word to her.

Yesterday afternoon, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and knock on Sha Zhu's door.

I'd like to borrow two pounds of cornmeal to make a porridge for the corn cob.

Sha Zhu, speaking coldly through the door, replied:

"Sister Qin, we've run out of grain. You'll have to borrow some from someone else."

At that moment, Qin Huairu's heart turned completely cold.

She knew that Sha Zhu's support had completely collapsed.

"I'll try to figure something out."

Qin Huairu stood up, suppressing the humiliation and helplessness in her heart.

"If all else fails, I'll go back to my parents' home and see if I can borrow some fine grains."

Looking at Qin Huairu's frail figure.

Madam Jia Zhang was no longer as arrogant as before, and could only sigh heavily.

In this cold winter.

A thick cloud of sorrow and despair hung over the Jia family.

The Jia family, who were once arrogant and exploitative in the compound.

Finally, after Zhang Huaimin's continuous attacks, they suffered greatly and were completely reduced to a vulnerable group.

Just as Qin Huairu put on her old cotton-padded clothes and prepared to go out to borrow grain.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of urgent and rough knocks suddenly rang out at the Jia family's door.

Qin Huairu was startled, thinking that they had come to collect debts again.

She carefully unlatched the door.

Standing outside the door was none other than Xu Damao, the projectionist from the backyard.

However, Xu Damao today...

Gone is the arrogant and smug demeanor of the past.

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night.

He exuded an extremely gloomy and irritable aura.

He was still clutching a medical examination form stamped with the official seal of Hongxing Hospital tightly in his hand.