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He pulled Zhang Jianshe aside: "Brother Zhang..."

At this point, Yan Jiekuang remembered something and paused before speaking again: "No, I should call you Senior Brother now."

"Haha, you can call me whatever you want! There are no outsiders."

Now they can really be called a family. The word "Master" is not called for nothing. When Zhang Yuanshan gets old, Yan Jiekuang will take care of him and see him to the end of his life like his own son.

Of course, he may not be of any use to her. She has a biological son who is now serving in the army and is already a company-level cadre. He has a very bright future.

"Brother, is there anyone in our village who likes to gossip and rarely comes to the city?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jianshe was puzzled, but still said, "Of course there are. What middle-aged woman doesn't gossip? As for the trip to Sijiu City you mentioned, who in the village would go there for no reason? The last time I went there was also because I was selling pigs. The number of women in the village who have been to the city can be counted on one hand."

Yan Jiekuang also realized that he had made a common sense mistake. People in the countryside can't even get enough food to eat now, so who would want to waste energy wandering around the city?

"Brother, can you help me find six aunties in the village who are smart and like to gossip? I need them to do me a favor. I won't do it for free, but I'll pay them."

Hearing this bizarre request, Zhang Jianshe stared at Yan Jiekuang for a while before speaking: "It's easy to find someone, but you have to tell me what it is. It's not that I don't trust you, it's mainly about the person you find..."

Yan Jiekuang also knew that his demands were outrageous, and explained: "Remember the first time we met, I was beaten. I called the police and had the person who beat me arrested, but because an old widow in the courtyard used her status to pressure me, I couldn't pursue the matter further, so I had to let the person go."

"Now that I have offended them, I will definitely be retaliated against, but as long as the old lady is here, I will always be the passive victim and cannot fight back."

Listening to Yan Jiekuang's words, Zhang Jianshe also realized the seriousness of the matter, but there was still something he didn't understand: "But what does this have to do with the person you're looking for?"

"The old lady used her identity as a martyr's family member to pressure me, but no one had ever seen any military or street leaders come to see her. I thought her identity was fake and wanted to expose her."

"I want to find a few middle-aged women to go to our street and spread the news that the street office is indifferent to the families of martyrs. Then someone will definitely come. If she is really a martyr's family member, no matter how she targets me, I will treat her with respect and worship her like an ancestor for the sake of her family who sacrificed their lives for the country. But if she doesn't..."

Yan Jiekuang hadn't finished his words, but Zhang Jianshe understood what he meant. If she was not a martyr's relative, the subdistrict office would clarify it publicly, and she would not have to be so restrained and passive in accepting the beatings.

"Okay, wait a minute. Everyone in Zhangjiazhuang has the surname Zhang. We all have the same ancestor. This little favor is nothing."

After Zhang Jianshe finished speaking, he went to look for people. In less than half an hour, he brought back six aunts.

"Junior brother, do you think six people are enough? If not, I will go find a few more."

"Enough, enough. This is not a difficult task." Yan Jiekuang replied quickly.

After saying that, he looked at the aunties and said, "Aunties, I'd like to thank you for your help first. I won't let you work in vain. I'll give you three dollars each. Is that okay with you?"

When they heard about giving money, the six aunts were instantly furious.

"What? Give me back my money!"

"Oh my god, that's a lot for three bucks."

Even Zhang Jianshe, who was standing by, quietly pulled Yan Jiekuang aside and whispered, "Junior brother, you gave too much. My work points for half a month are only three yuan."

Yan Jiekuang gave him a look, indicating that he knew what was going on.

He knew very well how big the difference was between working for money and working without money.

Besides, these aunts love to gossip, and only benefits can make them shut up and not tell others the secret that they are the mastermind behind this incident.

Seeing the aunties still discussing, Yan Jiekuang interrupted them: "Aunties, don't worry. I'm not giving you money to do bad things. There is an elderly woman in our courtyard who is highly respected. Her family members have sacrificed their lives for the country. Now she is all alone, but our subdistrict office doesn't care about this martyr's family."

"So I want the six of you to split into three groups and spread a message around our street, saying that the Nanluoguxiang Street Office does not value the families of martyrs and is indifferent to the miserable lives of lonely elderly people."

"I am just an ordinary person. I have no way to help this old man. I can only think of this method to attract the attention of the street office."

"So when you spread the news, don't mention that I was involved. I still have to live there. If people on the street knew it was me, they would definitely cause trouble for me."

"You don't have to go there all the time. Just go for three days. After that, try not to go there again. After all, this is not good for the reputation of the street. It will be troublesome if someone recognizes you."

"I will pay each of you two dollars first. When you are done, come to my brother to collect the remaining one dollar. Remember, you must not mention anything about me. If someone really asks you how you knew, just say that a man named Yi Zhonghai told you, and he was speaking up for the deaf old lady."

Yan Jiekuang knew that after this incident, the people in the retirement group would definitely guess that he was the one who did it.

But they had already torn their relations apart, and Yan Jiekuang was not afraid, and directly pointed the finger at Yi Zhonghai.

He guessed that the first person to spread the news that the old lady was a martyr's relative was Yi Zhonghai.

This is not a false accusation. As long as the street doesn't know that I did it, it's okay.

After thinking about the matter again and not finding any loopholes, he took out 18 yuan, gave 12 yuan to the aunt, and gave 6 yuan to Zhang Jianshe for safekeeping.

After telling a few middle-aged women the location and basic information of Nanluoguxiang and agreeing to go to the city to spread the information the next day, Yan Jiekuang set off for home.

After explaining everything clearly, Yan Jiekuang no longer cared about the matter and started going to school and going home every day to improve his life.

More than a month passed, and at some point in Nanluoguxiang, news spread that the street office had ignored the deaf old lady in Yard 95, a family member of a martyr, and left the lonely old woman to fend for herself.

As time went on, the news spread more and more widely.

Various versions have come out, including that the old lady offended a leader of the street office, or that the street office distributed all the material subsidies that should have been given.

In short, the story became more and more outrageous, and even Yi Zhonghai and the deaf old lady knew about it.