Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Old Yi!"

"An old man!"

The deathly silence in the courtyard was instantly shattered as Yi Zhonghai spat out that mouthful of blood.

An elderly woman screamed in terror and rushed over to support the swaying Yi Zhonghai.

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui also panicked, and the group hurriedly helped Yi Zhonghai sit down.

Yi Zhonghai's eyes were tightly closed, and he was breathing heavily.

That face, which had originally been hypocritical, was now twisted in a horrifying way due to extreme anger and the rush of blood to his head.

Zhang Huaimin remained standing quietly in place.

He watched all this with indifference, and even leisurely bit into the remaining half of the candied hawthorn.

This old man has such a low tolerance for stress.

This is nothing!

"You little bastard! You're trying to drive this old man to his death!"

Jia Zhangshi finally found an excuse to lash out.

She climbed up from the sink, pointed at Zhang Huaimin, and started cursing him, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

Upon seeing this, Qin Huairu quickly ran back to the Intermediate People's Court.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and a few tears were about to fall, making her look extremely pitiful.

"Huaimin, how could you be so angry with an old man?"

"That old man was doing it all for the good of our community."

Qin Huairu walked up to Zhang Huaimin, her voice choked with sobs, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"I know you were upset that Grandma Jia was short-tempered just now."

"But our Jia family really has no other choice."

"Your Uncle Dongxu works alone to support our family of five, while Banggeng can't even afford a full meal."

"You're taking up two big rooms all by yourself, they're just sitting empty anyway."

"Let's lend the lady a room, and she can come and do your laundry and cook for you every day. Wouldn't that be great?"

Qin Huairu truly deserves to be called the top-tier green tea in the courtyard.

He spoke these words with tears streaming down his face.

In an instant, the act of forcibly seizing the property became a desperate measure she had to take to survive.

It also subtly implies that Zhang Huaimin is cold-blooded, ruthless, and lacks compassion.

Many neighbors in the area were originally dissatisfied with the Jia family.

Seeing Qin Huairu's miserable appearance, he began to waver again.

Just then, He Yuzhu (Silly Zhu), the "God of War" of the compound and Qin Huairu's number one simp, stepped forward.

"Sister Huairu, don't beg him!"

Sha Zhu, with his gruff voice, stood like an iron tower in front of Qin Huairu.

He pointed his finger at Zhang Huaimin's nose and loudly rebuked him:

"Zhang Huaimin, you're just a little kid, occupying two big brick houses, that's a waste!"

"Do you even know what mutual help means?"

"The Jia family is in dire straits; Bang Geng is almost starving to death."

"If you give up your side room, Aunt Jia can still look after you. It's a win-win situation!"

"If you keep being so disrespectful and hurling insults at an old man like that, believe me, Uncle Zhu will give you a good beating!"

Sha Zhu raised his large hand, the one he used to toss the wok for years, as if to hit him.

He's not a bad person, but he's very single-minded.

Whenever Qin Huairu sheds a tear, he completely loses his judgment and willingly becomes the Jia family's henchman.

Despite Sha Zhu's intimidation, Zhang Huaimin did not back down an inch.

He looked at Shazhu with the kind of look one would give an idiot.

Then, he calmly reached into the inside pocket of his old cotton-padded coat.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of everyone in the hospital.

Zhang Huaimin took out a small red booklet and two yellowed pieces of paper.

Those are the "Certificate of Revolutionary Martyr" and the land deed for the Zhang family's two large brick houses!

Zhang Huaimin held the red booklet above his head.

In a youthful but clear voice that could carry throughout the entire courtyard, he said loudly:

"Uncle Zhu, do you think it's a waste for me to live in two rooms by myself?"

"That's because you haven't studied and don't understand the law!"

Zhang Huaimin's voice showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, it exudes a composure and orderliness that is difficult for ordinary people to attain.

"According to the newly promulgated 'Regulations on Preferential Treatment for Military Families and Martyrs' Families' by the State."

"First, the real estate, pensions, and all private property left behind by the martyrs."

"Protected by the highest level of national law, no individual or organization may embezzle or misappropriate this property under any pretext!"

"Secondly, the daily lives of martyrs' orphans are directly supervised by the street office and the government's civil affairs department."

"We do not need any irrelevant private individuals interfering under the guise of 'care'!"

With each word Zhang Huaimin spoke, the Intermediate People's Court fell silent for a moment.

In the end, all that could be heard was the rustling of the leaves in the night wind.

Everyone in the hospital was stunned.

They simply couldn't believe these convoluted and rigorous national policy provisions.

It was recited word for word by a five-and-a-half-year-old toddler!

What an incredibly clever mind that must be!

Zhang Huaimin finished reciting the regulations.

He looked at the dumbfounded Sha Zhu and a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Zhu, you just said you were going to hit me?"

"Are you going to force me to give up the martyr's property?"

Zhang Huaimin took a step forward, pointing his small hand directly at Sha Zhu's nose.

"Do you know that what you just said constitutes 'attempting to violently seize the property of military personnel and families of martyrs'?"

"At the police station, this could be considered counter-revolutionary sabotage!"

"Uncle Zhu, are you going to jail and face execution for the sake of a widow, trying to seize a martyr's estate?!"

"boom!"

These words struck Sha Zhu like a bolt from the blue.

Counter-revolutionary sabotage!

Go to jail! Go to jail!

In this day and age, this is a heinous crime that can instantly condemn someone to eternal damnation!

Sha Zhu, who had been raising his hand, suddenly pulled it back as if he had been electrocuted.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and cold sweat poured out in a flash.

He may be a bit of a muddlehead, but he's not stupid!

Seizing a martyr's property—that's an accusation, let alone something as trivial as a canteen cook.

Even Director Yang couldn't withstand it!

"I...I didn't...I'm not..."

Sha Zhu stammered and waved his hands repeatedly, all traces of his previous arrogance gone.

"Brother Huaimin, you've misunderstood!"

"How could I...how could I dare to rob a martyr's house! I was just...just making a suggestion!"

Sha Zhu retreated as if avoiding a plague, quickly distancing himself from Qin Huairu.

They were terrified of getting involved in anything that would lead to them being taken to the police station.

Qin Huairu was also terrified.

Her tears hadn't dried yet, but she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

She never imagined that her usual methods of moral blackmail and feigning helplessness would backfire.

It had absolutely no effect on this five-year-old child.

Instead, a few words from the other party escalated the issue into a serious problem of illegality and crime!

The way the neighbors in the courtyard looked at Zhang Huaimin had completely changed.

If before I thought this child was a bit strange.

So now, it is a deep sense of awe!

Such a meticulous mind for a five-year-old child.

Not only do they know how to use legal provisions to protect themselves, but they can also instantly seize the opponent's loopholes and deliver a fatal blow.

That's intelligence, that's skill.

They're even more terrifying than those old foxes who've lived most of their lives in the compound!

Yi Zhonghai caught his breath and opened his eyes to see Sha Zhu admitting defeat.

He knew that his scheme tonight had completely failed.

With this martyr's certificate and those words just now, I have them.

Let alone giving up his house, who in the compound would dare to touch a single hair on Zhang Huaimin's head in the future?

Everyone should think twice about how many heads they have on their shoulders!

"Alright... let's call it a day."

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand weakly, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The college-wide meeting ended abruptly in a way that no one had anticipated.

The neighbors glanced at Zhang Huaimin with lingering fear.

They quickened their pace and scattered back to their homes as if fleeing.

Zhang Huaimin looked at the empty central courtyard.

He put the red book and land deed back into his inner pocket and dusted off his hands.

He turned and walked towards the east wing of his house.

Just then.

The cold, electronic notification sound rang in his mind again.

[Ding! Detected that the host has used intelligence and policy to achieve an initial feat that shocked the entire hospital!]

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully unlocked a special reward: the divine medical skill "Thirteen Ghost Needles"!]