Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The jeep came to a smooth stop at the gate.

The car door opened, and Zhang Huaimin hopped out with his short legs.

Chen Bing followed closely behind. As soon as the two entered the courtyard, they heard a deafening burst of laughter erupt from the front yard.

"Wow, it's quite lively here."

Zhang Huaimin's lips curled into a smile; he had already guessed seven or eight parts of it.

He slowly walked through the hanging flower gate and saw the "tragic scene" under the back window of his house.

Jia Zhangshi was still hanging there like half a piece of old cured meat.

His face, covered in a pale white powder, was washed away by tears, leaving two deep, mudslide-like ravines. He looked so comical that he could have performed on a pedestrian bridge.

She was howling as she desperately tried to pull out the fat hand stuck in the window crack.

Unfortunately, the mousetrap's special properties, combined with kinetic energy rebound, prevent it from working.

The harder she tried, the tighter the invisible vibrators gripped her.

"Oh dear, is Aunt Jia cleaning my windows so early in the morning?"

Zhang Huaimin, with his hands behind his back, walked to the front of the crowd.

Looking up, she smiled as she gazed at Jia Zhangshi, who was hanging in mid-air.

"But this flour is refined grain; isn't it a bit wasteful to use it to clean glass?"

Upon hearing this, the neighbors who were watching burst into laughter again.

When Jia Zhangshi heard Zhang Huaimin's voice, she trembled all over in fright, and even her howl became distorted.

"You...you let go of me! You little bastard, you're going to break my hand!"

"Auntie, you've wronged me."

Zhang Huaimin spread his hands with an innocent expression.

"My window was perfectly fine. You stuck your hand in to steal flour and it got stuck. What could I do?"

"Brother Chen, do you think this counts as attempted burglary?"

He turned to look at Chen Bing beside him.

Chen Bing's eyes were cold, and his hand was already on the holster at his waist.

"According to regulations, this is not only an attempted theft, but also damage to the special security personnel's supplies, which is enough to warrant three years of labor reform at the Northwest Farm."

Three years of forced labor!

When Jia Zhangshi heard those four words, she was so frightened that her soul almost flew out of her body.

She dared not curse anymore, her face covered in tears and snot.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Little deity, please have mercy and let me go!"

"I'll never do it again! Waaaaah..."

Zhang Huaimin sneered.

He walked to the windowsill and pretended to check the window.

Secretly, the energy structure of the mousetrap was deactivated in the system panel.

"Auntie, you'll have to put in some effort, let me give you a hand."

Zhang Huaimin had just finished speaking.

The invisible force that had been gripping Jia Zhangshi's fingers suddenly disappeared.

Just moments ago, Jia Zhangshi was desperately pulling backward, but now she couldn't stop her strength.

"thump!"

The 150-pound mountain of flesh fell backward.

He fell flat on his back, his head hitting the bluestone slab hard.

"Oh my goodness!"

Jia Zhangshi was in so much pain that she rolled on the ground.

She raised her right hand, and saw that her originally thick five fingers were now swollen like five purplish-red carrots.

Two of the fingers were even strangely bent, clearly dislocated or fractured.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

The excruciating pain left her too weak to even curse; she could only lie on the ground like a lump of mud, groaning.

Qin Huairu rushed over upon hearing the news, and her legs went weak when she saw her mother-in-law's miserable state.

She cried as she and several kind-hearted women carried Jia Zhangshi to the clinic at the entrance of the alley.

The people in the courtyard watched the disheveled figures of the Jia family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law as they left, whispering and gossiping among themselves.

"The Jia family has truly committed a terrible sin."

"That's right. First, Bang Geng broke his wrist and went to jail for stealing from this house, and then this grandma came to steal flour and ruined her hand too."

"This whole family—an old person and a child—is now disabled; it's divine retribution!"

Zhang Huaimin listened to his neighbors' discussions without saying a word.

He dusted off his clothes, pushed open the door, and went back into the house feeling refreshed.

This is what they call "evil people will be punished by other evil people".

Around noon.

Qin Huairu helped Jia Zhangshi, who was bandaged up like a rice dumpling, back to the courtyard with a limp.

Of Jia Zhangshi's five fingers, two were fractured and three had severe soft tissue contusions.

The doctor said that even if it heals completely, it will be difficult for this hand to do heavy work in the future.

The Jia family's world has completely collapsed this time, leaving not a trace.

Bang Geng is awaiting sentencing in the detention center.

Jia Zhangshi's hands are ruined; she can't even do the work of sewing shoe soles for others.

Jia Dongxu is dead again.

The entire burden of the family fell on Qin Huairu's shoulders.

The courtyard was shrouded in gloom and despair.

Yi Zhonghai sat in his own house, looking at the lifeless state of the Jia family.

The scheming in his mind started to stir again.

Although he dared not provoke Zhang Huaimin again.

But he felt that all the people in the courtyard couldn't just watch the Jia family starve to death, could they?

He decided to swallow his pride and try to persuade his neighbors to at least scrape together some food for the Jia family.

As long as the Jia family continues to receive his favors, his hope for a comfortable retirement will never be lost.

Yi Zhonghai walked slowly to the front yard with his hands behind his back.

I happened to run into a few neighbors who were chatting in front of Yan Bugui's house as they were returning from get off work.

"Ahem, everyone's here."

Yi Zhonghai cleared his throat and put on a sorrowful expression.

"Sister-in-law Jia's hand is also injured, and the family is about to go hungry."

"We're all neighbors; a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative."

"I was thinking, maybe each of us could contribute a little more, even if it's just half a pound of cornmeal..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Then they saw Zhang Huaimin carrying a small bowl as he walked out of the house.

The bowl contained several pieces of freshly fried pork cracklings, golden and crispy, with a wonderful aroma.

The neighbors who were just listening to Yi Zhonghai speak.

The moment she saw Zhang Huaimin, she seemed like a completely different person.

Their previously indifferent or spectator faces immediately filled with ingratiating smiles.

"Hey, Huaimin's out!"

"These fried pork cracklings smell delicious. Huaimin is amazing; he can cook anything."

"Huaimin, Aunt Li's family just steamed some white flour buns yesterday. Shall I bring you a couple to try later?"

Everyone was talking at once, and they were incredibly enthusiastic.

Some people even stepped forward to help Zhang Huaimin kick away a broken brick in the yard, afraid that he might trip over it.

As for what Yi Zhonghai just said.

It was like a fart, blown away by the wind.

No one responded, and no one even glanced at him.

Yi Zhonghai remained frozen in place.

His old face turned bright red; he was so embarrassed he wished he could disappear into the ground.

He was a dignified eighth-grade worker, and once a respected elder in the compound.

Now, your words are even less eloquent than a five-year-old's bowl of fried pork cracklings!

This huge disparity and being ignored hurt him even more than being slapped twice in public.

Zhang Huaimin chewed on the fried pork cracklings while giving Yi Zhonghai a cold smile.

He didn't say anything, but the contempt in his eyes was as sharp as a knife.

Public opinion and power within the compound have completely swung in his favor.

Yi Zhonghai has been completely marginalized.

After Zhang Huaimin returned to the house.

Yan Bugui then adjusted his glasses and lowered his voice to speak to the neighbors around him:

"Gentlemen, listen to my advice."

"From now on, you can ignore everyone else in this courtyard, but whatever you do, don't mess with that little brat!"

He pointed with lingering fear to Zhang Huaimin's house.

"Look at the Jia family, an old man and a young boy, they offended him and now they're all crippled."

"This child, at the age of five, already possessed extraordinary abilities, even the top leaders protected him."

"Anyone who associates with him is doomed! The Jia family has been punished by heaven!"

"Let's stay far away and be safe!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

From this day forward.

An unwritten rule has formed in the Hongxing Courtyard.

The east wing is an absolutely forbidden area.

Zhang Huaimin is a living ancestor who should absolutely not be provoked.

At this time.

On a bustling street in Beijing.

Xu Damao was clutching his stomach, his face pale, and he was running around like a headless fly.

Yesterday, he discovered his shocking secret of infertility at the hospital, and this morning, Lou Xiao'e publicly exposed his underwear on the street.

Now his reputation is ruined, and he's too ashamed to even go to work.

But he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Qin Jingru!

That vain country girl who desperately wanted to go to the city.

He had to force Qin Jingru to have sex with him before she found out the truth.

As long as Qin Jingru can't get pregnant, he can continue to pin the blame for her "not laying eggs" on her.

Xu Damao gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

However, he did not know.

His dirty scheming.

It had long been seen clearly by a pair of eyes hiding in the shadows.