Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"I just can't stand seeing that idiot Zhu living a better life than my son!"

"I'm going to ruin his marriage and make him a bachelor for life!"

Yan Bugui's hysterical roar still echoed in the cold air of the front yard.

He had just finished yelling.

The mantra's effect lasted ten minutes, and it ended precisely on time.

Yan Bugui jolted awake, his mind instantly clearing.

He looked at the deathly silent crowd around him, and at Ran Qiuye's face, which was contorted with extreme anger.

Then look at the bulging veins on Sha Zhu's neck.

Yan Bugui's legs went weak, and with a "thud," he fell to the ground again.

"What...what nonsense was I just spouting?!"

He covered his mouth tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with utter terror.

Finished!

It's all over!

In front of Teacher Ran and in front of the entire neighborhood, he spilled all his dark and sordid schemes.

He valued his status as an "elder brother" and his lofty ideals as a teacher.

At this moment, he himself tore himself so badly that not even a fig leaf remained.

"Old Yan... are you possessed?!"

The three women were so frightened that their voices changed. They rushed over to cover Yan Bugui's mouth, but it was too late.

Because Sha Zhu moved.

"grandson!"

Sha Zhu let out a roar like a wild beast, the sound causing the withered leaves on the trees to fall in a rustling sound.

His strong, powerful arms, which he used to use to scramble a large ladle for years, suddenly shot out.

Like an eagle catching a chick, he grabbed Yan Bugui by the collar of his old cotton-padded coat.

They forcefully lifted the gaunt old man off the ground, his feet off the ground!

"You treacherous, disloyal bastard!"

Sha Zhu's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"I kindly invited you to dinner and gave you some cured meat! You used my meat to feed your dogs, and then you stabbed me in the back!"

"I'll teach you to ruin my wedding! I'll teach you to call me a bachelor!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Snapped!"

A dull, resounding slap, accompanied by a whistling wind, landed hard on Yan Bugui's left cheek.

Sha Zhu slapped the man with all his might, driven by resentment.

Yan Bugui's pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which he had worn for over ten years, flew off with a "whoosh".

It traced an arc in the air, crashed onto the bluestone slab, and shattered into pieces.

"Ouch!"

Yan Bugui let out a scream, and a trickle of blood instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth; several of his old teeth became loose.

But this is just the beginning.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Sha Zhu was furious and gave Yan Bugui no chance to breathe, attacking with both hands.

A palm the size of a palm leaf fan landed like raindrops on Yan Bugui's wrinkled old face.

With each slap, a crisp sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard.

Yan Bugui's face swelled up at a visible speed, like an over-fermented purple bread.

He was beaten until he was dizzy and disoriented, and could only utter incoherent pleas for mercy:

"No...stop hitting him...Zhu Zi, I was wrong..."

"Grandpa? You dare call yourself grandpa?!"

Sha Zhu spat fiercely and delivered another heavy punch, striking Yan Bugui directly on the bridge of his nose.

Two streams of blood gushed out instantly, smearing Yan Bugui's face.

"Murder! Sha Zhu's going to kill someone!"

The three women screamed in fright, but dared not step forward to stop them.

Hearing the commotion, Yan Jiecheng, who lived in the backyard, rushed over.

Seeing his father beaten like this, Yan Jiecheng acted impulsively, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed over.

"Shazhu! What are you doing! Let go of my dad!"

Yan Jiecheng brandished his fist, attempting to ambush Sha Zhu from behind.

"Get out of my way!"

Without even turning his head, Sha Zhu felt the wind behind him and suddenly exerted force in his waist.

His right leg, like a steel whip, whistled through the air with a beautiful dragon tail swing.

"Bang!"

The kick landed squarely on Yan Jiecheng's stomach.

"Holy crap!"

Yan Jiecheng felt as if his internal organs were all churning together, and he bent over like a boiled shrimp.

He was sent flying more than two meters away, crashing heavily to the ground. He couldn't get up for a long time and could only clutch his stomach and groan in pain.

"Anyone else trying to take sides?! I'll beat you all up today!"

Sha Zhu turned his head, looking like an angry Vajra, and scanned the neighbors who were watching the commotion.

Those who had originally wanted to say something fair shrank back and shut their mouths when they met Sha Zhu's murderous gaze.

Everyone heard it clearly: Yan Bugui had plotted against them first, and then took their things without doing anything in return.

This is morally reprehensible and he deserves to be beaten.

By this time, Yan Bugui had been beaten black and blue, and he didn't even have the strength to cry for his parents.

He could only lie there like a lump of mud in Sha Zhu's hands.

Ran Qiuye stood under the moonlight, watching this farce, and felt a chill in her heart.

Is this the "Teacher Yan" she has always respected?

This is the "harmonious" courtyard house that Director Wang mentioned?

What kind of monsters and demons live in here?!

Ran Qiuye took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and disappointment in her heart.

She gave Yan Bugui a cold look as he was being held like a dead dog by Sha Zhu.

"Teacher Yan, what you did today has truly broadened my horizons."

Ran Qiuye's voice wasn't loud, but every word was as piercing as an ice pick.

"A teacher, yet full of scheming and sowing discord."

"You are truly unworthy of being a teacher!"

These words were even more ruthless than Sha Zhu's punch, directly sentencing Yan Bugui to "death" at the school.

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui's body convulsed violently, and he was utterly desperate.

He knew that once this matter reached the school tomorrow, he would be completely humiliated and would never be able to hold his head up in front of his colleagues and students again.

After Ran Qiuye finished speaking, she looked away with disgust, turned around, and pushed her bicycle.

She didn't want to stay in this place filled with hostility and scheming for even a second longer.

As for Sha Zhu?

Although Yan Bugui had instigated the conflict first, Sha Zhu's violent behavior also instilled fear in her.

Ran Qiuye politely declined to meet a man who would throw a punch at the drop of a hat.

Watching Ran Qiuye's resolute departure, Sha Zhu felt a pang of panic and instinctively wanted to call out to her.

"Teacher Ran..."

But before he could even open his mouth, Ran Qiuye had already hopped on her bicycle and rode out of the courtyard gate without looking back.

Sha Zhu's hand froze in mid-air.

The flame of hope that had just been ignited in my heart was doused with a bucket of ice water and chilled to the bone.

It’s over.

This marriage is now completely off.

Sha Zhu looked down at Yan Bugui, who was still groaning in his hand.

All the anger, resentment, and unwillingness surged up in my heart again.

"You old scoundrel! Give me back my cured meat!"

Sha Zhu threw Yan Bugui heavily to the ground like he was throwing away trash.

Then he strode into the Yan family's half-open house.

A short while later, he came out carrying the piece of fatty cured meat that hadn't been cooked yet and was wrapped in newspaper.

"If you dare to gossip behind my back again, I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

Sha Zhu kicked the threshold of the Yan family's house hard, picked up the cured meat, and angrily turned back to the central courtyard.

The front yard was a complete mess.

Yan Bugui, his face beaming, lay on the cold ground groaning, his glasses shattered on the floor.

Yan Jiecheng was still standing there, clutching his stomach and dry heaving.

The three women sat on the ground, slapping their thighs and wailing loudly:

"This is outrageous! Someone's been killed! I'm going to call the police! I'm going to have the police arrest Sha Zhu!"

Just when the three aunties were crying and making a scene at their most intense moment.

Outside the courtyard house gate.

Ran Qiuye pushed her bicycle and walked into the dimly lit Nanluoguxiang alley.

Suddenly, a small figure jumped out from the shadows beside them.

Zhang Huaimin, wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket with a front opening, looked like a lucky doll and blocked Ran Qiuye's way.

"Sister Ran, don't go!"

Zhang Huaimin raised his rosy little face, looked at Ran Qiuye who was trembling with anger, and called out sweetly.

Ran Qiuye was stunned. She had just met this child; it was he who had exposed Teacher Yan's true colors with a single sentence.

"Little brother, what's wrong? I'm in a bad mood and want to go home." Ran Qiuye forced a smile and tried to be as gentle as possible.

Zhang Huaimin stepped forward and gently tugged at Ran Qiuye's sleeve.

Those clear, large eyes revealed a sincerity that was impossible to refuse.

"Sister Ran, do you think Uncle Zhu is too fierce?"

"Actually, Uncle Zhu is not a bad person. He was driven to desperation by the bad people in this courtyard."

Zhang Huaimin blinked, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Sister Ran, don't rush off."

"I'll take you to see some things, to see... the real Uncle Silly Zhu."