I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

Yan Jiekuang's age was not successfully altered.

Because this might happen to touch on a specific restricted scenario.

According to regulations, changing one year older than one's age may affect benefits that are already in effect or about to take effect, such as enlistment, recruitment, and marriage registration.

The household registration authorities will conduct stricter checks to prevent any violations.

Yan Jiefang changed his age to be one year older in order to get into the factory, which basically met the requirements, but that's when he got stuck.

In addition, Yan Bugui's innate talent of being extremely stingy was at work, making this change completely unchangeable.

You can be stingy, but I can also trap you here, unable to move.

A few days later, Yan Jiefang learned of this situation and was both amused and exasperated, utterly speechless.

He should have thought of this earlier, but this matter required Yan Bugui himself to come forward.

As long as he's there, things will inevitably turn out this way.

Now that this matter is out in the open, even if he uses his financial power, it will be of no use.

Helpless, Yan Jiefang could only offer a few words of comfort to the somewhat dejected Yan Jiekuang, saying that they would think of a solution when he turned 16 next year.

For now, let him stay in the library and study.

In early August, Yan Jiefang submitted the material formula and packaging process drawings for optimizing microwave tubes to the workshop's technical supervisor.

After a month-long process of "verification → review → scheduling review → approval", the chief engineer of the technical department signed off on the approval.

In September, copies of the blueprints were officially distributed to Yan Jiefang's workshop for implementation.

This optimization seems quite important, as it's being led by a deputy chief engineer.

Yan Jiefang, as the one who drew the blueprints, naturally participated in the process.

Starting this month, he has become very busy, and working overtime is a frequent occurrence.

Therefore, except for a few weekends, he usually lives in Dongzhaojia Village.

He had never cared about the matter of the courtyard house at No. 95, and now he had long forgotten about it.

But all sorts of bizarre things happen in the very courtyard he doesn't care about.

One day in mid-October, a haggard-looking woman carrying a child arrived at the courtyard house, led by two police officers.

A group of women who were sitting in the front yard sunbathing immediately stood up and looked over when they saw uniformed police officers arrive.

"Oh, it's an older woman!"

A woman gasped in surprise.

"It really is! Wasn't she missing for three or four years? What's going on today?" (She was covered in a sack in early 1963)

"That's strange, why is she holding a child? Whose child is it?"

"Who knows? It's definitely not hers; she's childless, she couldn't possibly have a child!"

"She definitely adopted him!"

"That's right! But what's the point of her adopting such a young child now if she didn't adopt one earlier?"

"Just to keep it as a memento, what else could it be!"

"This child is pitiful too, left in a family of 'five black categories,' how can he have a good life?"

...

The residents in the courtyard were all whispering among themselves.

But no one came up to greet her, after all, the old lady had been to prison and belonged to the "five black categories".

The police officers and Li Cuilan went directly to the Intermediate People's Court without stopping.

As Jia Zhangshi sat at her doorstep sewing shoe soles with Huaihua in hand, she also saw Li Cuilan and the child in her arms.

However, her personality has changed a lot in recent years. She no longer talks nonsense. Life has a great influence on people.

She glanced over there and then lowered her head to do her own thing.

Of course, her ears were still perked up.

If a time traveler were to witness this scene, they might be compelled to exclaim: "Even necromancers have gone into seclusion!"

Meanwhile, Yi Zhonghai, the "Moral Celestial Venerable," was sitting idly at his doorstep, picking his toes.

After his venereal disease was brought under control, he is now completely bedridden and doesn't care what others think of him, living a very comfortable life.

I reckon no one in the entire courtyard can compare to him.

He glanced at the three people who came in, and his previously indifferent gaze suddenly sharpened.

What happened? My wife actually came back?

His first thought wasn't happiness, but rather the thought that there would be another mouth to feed. If he had to support two people with his retirement savings, wouldn't that mean the lifespan of his retirement would be halved?

If that happens, I'll be penniless by the time I'm in my sixties.

By then, I'll be so old, how will I survive without money?

Thinking about this, he became somewhat reluctant to let his wife come back.

I should have gotten the divorce certificate earlier!

How could I have forgotten something so important!

People's hearts change so quickly; the moral saint in people's memories is long gone!

"Yi Zhonghai, is Li Cuilan your wife?"

An official stood in front of Yi Zhonghai and asked a question.

"Yes."

Although somewhat resistant, Yi Zhonghai could only obediently nod in front of the police officers.

"Okay, then this matter is easy to discuss. Since she is your legal wife, you can continue to live together from now on."

By the way, the child in Li Cuilan's arms is her biological child, so he is also your son. You should raise him well.

"Now that we've finished explaining, we'll be leaving. If anything happens in the future, you can report it to the police station."

After saying this, the two police officers turned to leave.

This is a rather awkward situation, and they don't want to talk about it.

But the child's biological father has died, so the child cannot be abandoned and must be raised by someone.

Li Cuilan is the child's biological mother, so she should definitely take care of him. Yi Zhonghai has no children, so having a child late in life shouldn't be too bad... right?

"Officer, have the two human traffickers who kidnapped me been caught?"

Although Li Cuilan had a son, she felt a burning hatred for the two people who had sold and forced her.

"With the clues you provided, those two have been caught, and the verdict will be announced in a few days. If you have time, you can go to court to observe."

"That's good!"

The two police officers left, and all the neighbors who had overheard their conversation looked at Yi Zhonghai and his wife and their child.

The fire of gossip in my heart soared to the sky, even redder than the sun!

Even if Yi Zhonghai and his wife have thick skin, they can't withstand so many people laughing at them.

"Old Yi, let's go inside and talk!"

Li Cuilan carried the child and went into the house first.

Yi Zhonghai glared at the neighbors around him and then followed them inside.