Siheyuan, my new life

The deaf old lady didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly. She also knew that this arrangement was the best outcome for her. Otherwise, if the higher-ups pursued the matter strictly, her fate would be unimaginable. She was already so old that she had let go of many things, but Zhuzi, who had a close relationship with her, would most likely be implicated. How would she have the face to see her goddaughter Xiao Cui after a hundred years?

Seeing that the deaf old lady didn't speak, He Daqing mistakenly thought that the old lady was reluctant to part with the gold, so he advised: "Old lady, money is something outside of one's body, you can rest assured to hand it over. From now on, I will take care of your food, clothing and daily life. This is also my filial piety on behalf of Xiao Cui."

Hearing what He Daqing said, the deaf old lady was deeply moved. Thinking about her attitude towards He Daqing and his daughter over the years, she couldn't help but sigh secretly. In fact, He Daqing was already a good son-in-law, even though she had always been very indifferent to him, not to mention the three festivals and two birthdays, she even asked Zhuzi to bring her some delicious food on ordinary days.

The deaf old lady smiled softly. This was the first time she smiled since she entered the house. She also lowered her voice and said, "Those few things are just baits used by the old lady to lure Yi Zhonghai and his wife. The old lady is well-off, so why would you need to pay for them? It's a pity that those things are prepared for Zhuzi, so forget it. As for Yushui, I have indeed gone too far in recent years. When the girl gets married, I will prepare a generous dowry for her. After all, she is Xiaocui's daughter and my granddaughter."

He Daqing was relieved. He whispered, "Then I'll ask Zhuzi to take you back to rest. I still have to deal with those ignorant people outside."

The door of the He family's house was finally opened. Now hundreds of people from various households had gathered in the central courtyard. Everyone was discussing in groups of three or five what had happened tonight in a low voice. Now the focus of everyone's argument was whether He Daqing would agree to forgive Yan Bugui.

Some people heard what He Daqing said in the front yard with their own ears, and thought that since He Daqing had expressed his position in front of so many people, the men in Beijing would definitely not let Yan Bugui off easily.

Some people also think that now that Yi Zhonghai has brought the deaf old lady out, given the relationship between the deaf old lady and He Daqing, he must give face to the deaf old lady, and in the end he can only suffer in silence.

Yi Zhonghai sat alone at the eight-immortal table. Although he didn't seem to be abnormal on the surface, his heart was in a mess. Today, he relied most on the deaf old lady, but now the deaf old lady had entered He Daqing's house and hadn't come out yet. He wanted to listen to the conversation in the house. With Yi Zhonghai's brain, of course he guessed that the so-called Uncle Lin was the one in the west wing. What would Director Lin say to the deaf old lady? Unfortunately, that bastard Sha Zhu stood at the door with a covetous look, which put an end to everyone's little thoughts.

Seeing that the door of the He family was finally opened, everyone looked over and saw He Daqing slowly walking out with the deaf old lady. He directly instructed his son: "Zhu Zi, your grandma is a little tired. You help her go back to the house to rest. Go slowly on the way and don't be clumsy. People will worry about you."

While supporting the old lady, He Yuzhu retorted disdainfully: "You keep talking so much, grandma, let's go." After that, he carefully supported the old lady and walked towards the backyard.

Yi Zhonghai quickly stood up and said loudly: "Old lady, please don't leave yet, the whole hospital meeting is about to begin."

He Daqing stood on the steps of his own house with his arms folded across his chest, sneering, "Yi Zhonghai, who do you think you are? Why do you stop the old lady from going back to rest? You are using chicken feathers as a token of authority all day long. Do you think that Courtyard No. 95 belongs to you, Yi Zhonghai, alone? Are you planning to restore the feudal dictatorship?"

Yi Zhonghai was shocked by He Daqing's words. If these words were to get out, he would be dead or alive. So he shouted loudly: "He Daqing, don't make false accusations against me. I only convened this meeting for the sake of the stability and harmony of our courtyard. The purpose is to mediate the conflict between you and Yan Bugui. After all, we all live in the same courtyard, and the affairs of the courtyard should be resolved in the courtyard. If the words get out, it will not only affect the reputation of our courtyard, but also affect the evaluation of advanced courtyards in the future."

He Daqing could not help but angrily scolded: "Yi Zhonghai, you hypocrite, you always say that matters in the courtyard should be resolved in the courtyard. Do you think others can't see your wolfish ambition? What are you going to do? Who gave you the right to do this? Do you have the government, the Public Security Bureau and the Street Office in your eyes? You are said to be planning to restore the dictatorial feudal dynasty, but you still don't admit it. The duties of the Siheyuan manager are only to mediate neighborhood disputes, strengthen household registration management, and prevent enemy spies. You three managers are holding chicken feathers as a token of authority, showing off your power in the courtyard all day long. In order to ensure your status, you dare to openly propose that matters in the courtyard should be resolved in the courtyard. You are so bold, aren't you afraid of eating peanuts?"

He Daqing ignored the pale Yi Zhonghai, but turned to look at the residents in the middle courtyard and said loudly: "Everyone has lived in this courtyard for many years. I want to ask everyone, do you really like the current atmosphere of our courtyard? Have you ever thought about when our originally peaceful courtyard No. 95 became so turbulent? In the past, neighbors would have quarrels over trivial matters, and everyone was still good neighbors afterwards. But when did someone start to act like a scoundrel, steal and do whatever he wanted in our courtyard? Someone openly took advantage of the neighbors at the gate of the courtyard with a licking face, and everyone could only swallow their anger and suffer losses in vain. Think about it carefully."

There was a sudden buzz of discussion in the middle courtyard, and suddenly someone shouted: "Since these three managers came, our courtyard has changed."

Yi Zhonghai, who was sitting at the Eight Immortals Table, slammed the table vigorously and shouted: "Don't listen to He Daqing's distortion of the facts. Listen to me."

He Daqing shouted, "I just said that you, Yi Zhonghai, want to be a dictator, but you still don't admit it. Don't forget that the Siheyuan General Meeting is a place where all our residents can speak freely, and you, Yi Zhonghai, are absolutely not allowed to have a one-man show. You said that I distorted the facts, then, tell me what I said is wrong? If it weren't for your partiality, how could the Jia Zhang family dare to act lawless in the Siheyuan? If it weren't for Yan Bugui, the third uncle who is in charge, who blocks the gate of the Siheyuan early in the morning to take advantage of it? Ask the neighbors present, am I, He Daqing, wrong?"

Before Yi Zhonghai could speak, the residents below all started to talk at once: "Director He is right. You, Yi Zhonghai, have leaned your butt towards Jia Zhang's kang. You keep talking about fairness and justice all day long, but you are actually a hypocrite."