Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

After the heavy snow, the air in the courtyard house was clean and crisp.

The courtyard was unusually quiet.

The gate to Yi Zhonghai's house was tightly closed.

Ever since He Yushui publicly tore off his mask that day, Yi Zhonghai has been taking sick leave and hasn't even dared to open the door a crack.

The neighborhood committee's notice came quickly, revoking his title of "old man".

In this compound, there is no longer that sanctimonious voice that constantly engages in moral blackmail.

The Jia family in the Intermediate People's Court was shrouded in gloom and despair.

Jia Zhangshi's finger was broken, and she was crying out in pain inside the house.

Qin Huairu went to the steel mill to cover shifts every day, wiping away tears. A woman doing the rough work in the workshop, she was so tired that she couldn't straighten her back. After get off work, she still had to take care of two disabled people.

Bang Geng was sent to a juvenile detention center.

That ingrate finally went where he was meant to be.

Without the Jia family's petty theft and Yi Zhonghai's scheming.

This Hongxing Courtyard has unexpectedly ushered in an unprecedented period of tranquility and harmony.

In the front yard, under that bare jujube tree.

Zhang Huaimin, wearing a thick red cotton-padded coat, sat on a small stool in the sun.

Holding a twig in his hand, he idly drew circles on the ground.

"Brother Huaimin, have you had breakfast yet?"

Sha Zhu walked over, carrying a net bag and beaming.

His face, which usually carried a somewhat nonchalant air, was now beaming like a flower.

Since severing ties with the Jia family, Sha Zhu's life has visibly become much more comfortable.

Not only did her complexion improve, but she also changed into a clean set of clothes.

"Uncle Zhu, good morning." Zhang Huaimin didn't even look up, continuing to draw circles.

Sha Zhu quickly approached and, as if showing off a treasure, took the contents of the net bag out.

Two steaming white flour buns with meat filling, plus a lunchbox of glistening braised pork.

"This was specially saved by your uncle in the cafeteria last night. It's just been reheated, so eat it while it's hot!"

Sha Zhu stuffed the lunchbox into Zhang Huaimin's arms, rubbing his hands together with a fawning expression.

If it weren't for this child reminding him, he would still be working as a free farmhand for the Jia family.

Not to mention, it also helped clear his name and gave him the opportunity to reconnect with Teacher Ran.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhu."

Zhang Huaimin didn't stand on ceremony and took a big bite of the meat bun.

It's really fragrant, with a wonderful aroma that goes straight to your brain along with the juice!

"Oh my, Huaimin is sunbathing here."

On the other side, Yan Bugui, holding a large broom, also came over.

His gold-rimmed glasses were still covered with a layer of frost, and the bruises on his face had not completely faded, making him look somewhat comical.

"Uncle, are you sweeping the yard?"

Zhang Huaimin asked, his mouth full of food, his words muffled.

"Hey, since we're just killing time anyway, let's shovel some snow for everyone."

Yan Bugui put on a fawning smile and deliberately swung the broom loudly.

He's now completely terrified of this five-year-old little devil.

Even a ruthless character like Lao Yi was ruined and disgraced. How could a primary school teacher like him dare to provoke such bad luck again?

In this compound, who has the most say now?

It wasn't Yan Bugui, nor was it that good-for-nothing Liu Haizhong.

Instead, it was this five-year-old baby biting into a meat bun!

Everyone knew exactly what was going on.

Whoever offends Zhang Huaimin will suffer; whoever gets close to Zhang Huaimin will be well off.

"Huaimin, do you think Uncle San's yard is clean enough?"

Yan Bugui, shamelessly, leaned closer and asked.

"It's alright, there's just some snow in the corner."

Zhang Huaimin casually pointed to the corner of the wall.

"Alright! Uncle San will go clean it up right away!"

Without saying a word, Yan Bugui grabbed a broom and went to the corner, working with great enthusiasm.

Not far away, Aunt Wang was carrying a basin of water out to empty it. Seeing this scene, she couldn't stop smiling.

Her son, Xiao Shitou, was cured of his illness entirely thanks to the bowl of "miracle water" given to him by Zhang Huaimin.

In her heart, Zhang Huaimin was a living god.

"Huaimin, come to your aunt's house for lunch, I'll make you some scallion pancakes!"

Aunt Wang greeted them warmly.

"Okay, Auntie!" Zhang Huaimin replied sweetly.

Sunlight streamed into the courtyard, dispelling the winter chill.

Everyone who passed by the front yard had to greet Zhang Huaimin and give him a smile.

This five-year-old toddler has become the "pillar of stability" in this compound.

With him sitting there, nothing much could happen in the courtyard.

Just then, a clear bicycle bell rang out from the alley entrance.

Director Wang from the neighborhood committee pushed in a bicycle with a beaming face.

"Director Wang is here!"

Yan Bugui quickly dropped the broom and went to meet him.

"Old Yan, the yard is quite clean."

Director Wang smiled and praised him, then turned his gaze to Zhang Huaimin.

She parked her bicycle and strode over to Zhang Huaimin.

Looking at Zhang Huaimin sitting on a small stool, surrounded by his neighbors in a friendly manner.

Look again at the rare harmonious atmosphere in this compound.

Director Wang couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

In the past, conflicts frequently broke out in this Hongxing Courtyard.

The Jia family throws a tantrum, Yi Zhonghai tries to smooth things over, Liu Haizhong speaks in official jargon, and Yan Bugui schemes.

It's a complete mess.

But ever since Zhang Dashan sacrificed his life, this five-year-old child has become an orphan in the compound.

This happened in less than a month.

The wicked are brought to justice, and the hypocrites are exposed.

The atmosphere in this compound has miraculously improved!

"Huaimin."

Director Wang squatted down and affectionately patted Zhang Huaimin's head.

"This compound is what it is today thanks to you, a smart and sensible child."

She said it from the bottom of her heart.

Although she didn't know what methods Zhang Huaimin used.

But she knew in her heart that this child was definitely not simple.

Zhang Huaimin blinked his innocent big eyes and gave a naive smile.

"Grandma Wang, I didn't do anything. It's just that everyone is so conscientious."

"You're so sweet-talking."

Director Wang was all smiles when he suddenly remembered something important.

She stood up and took Zhang Huaimin's small hand.

The smile on his face faded slightly, replaced by a serious and mysterious expression.

"Huaimin, Grandma Wang came today to tell you some good news."

She lowered her voice, her tone filled with barely concealed excitement.

"The fever reducer you used to treat Xiao Shitou's illness before, the one you said your father left behind."

"I had someone take it to the hospital for testing yesterday."

Director Wang took a deep breath.

"The higher-level medical experts took the test report very seriously!"

"They said it was a highly effective antibiotic with extremely high purity!"

Director Wang held Zhang Huaimin's hand tightly.

"The instructions have already been issued from above."

"We're preparing to build a top-secret laboratory specifically for you at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill!"